The Way of the World | Page 4

permitted him with Lelius and Scipio, two of the greatest and most polite men of his age. And, indeed, the privilege of such a conversation is the only certain means of attaining to the perfection of dialogue.
If it has happened in any part of this comedy that I have gained a turn of style or expression more correct, or at least more?corrigible, than in those which I have formerly written, I must, with equal pride and gratitude, ascribe it to the honour of your lordship's admitting me into your conversation, and that of a society where everybody else was so well worthy of you, in your retirement last summer from the town: for it was immediately after, that this comedy was written. If I have failed in my performance, it is only to be regretted, where there were so many not inferior either to a Scipio or a Lelius, that there should be one wanting equal in capacity to a Terence.
If I am not mistaken, poetry is almost the only art which has not yet laid claim to your lordship's patronage. Architecture and painting, to the great honour of our country, have flourished under your influence and protection. In the meantime, poetry, the eldest sister of all arts, and parent of most, seems to have resigned her birthright, by having neglected to pay her duty to your lordship, and by permitting others of a later extraction to prepossess that place in your esteem, to which none can pretend a better title. Poetry, in its nature, is sacred to the good and great: the relation between them is reciprocal, and they are ever propitious to it. It is the privilege of poetry to address them, and it is their prerogative alone to give it protection.
This received maxim is a general apology for all writers who consecrate their labours to great men: but I could wish, at this time, that this address were exempted from the common pretence of all dedications; and that as I can distinguish your lordship even among the most deserving, so this offering might become remarkable by some particular instance of respect, which should assure your lordship that I am, with all due sense of your extreme worthiness and humanity, my lord, your lordship's most obedient and most obliged humble servant,
WILL. CONGREVE.
PROLOGUE--Spoken by Mr. Betterton.
Of those few fools, who with ill stars are curst,?Sure scribbling fools, called poets, fare the worst:?For they're a sort of fools which fortune makes,?And, after she has made 'em fools, forsakes.?With Nature's oafs 'tis quite a diff'rent case,?For Fortune favours all her idiot race.?In her own nest the cuckoo eggs we find,?O'er which she broods to hatch the changeling kind:?No portion for her own she has to spare,?So much she dotes on her adopted care.
Poets are bubbles, by the town drawn in,?Suffered at first some trifling stakes to win:?But what unequal hazards do they run!?Each time they write they venture all they've won:?The Squire that's buttered still, is sure to be undone.?This author, heretofore, has found your favour,?But pleads no merit from his past behaviour.?To build on that might prove a vain presumption,?Should grants to poets made admit resumption,?And in Parnassus he must lose his seat,?If that be found a forfeited estate.
He owns, with toil he wrought the following scenes,?But if they're naught ne'er spare him for his pains:?Damn him the more; have no commiseration?For dulness on mature deliberation.?He swears he'll not resent one hissed-off scene,?Nor, like those peevish wits, his play maintain,?Who, to assert their sense, your taste arraign.?Some plot we think he has, and some new thought;?Some humour too, no farce--but that's a fault.?Satire, he thinks, you ought not to expect;?For so reformed a town who dares correct??To please, this time, has been his sole pretence,?He'll not instruct, lest it should give offence.?Should he by chance a knave or fool expose,?That hurts none here, sure here are none of those.?In short, our play shall (with your leave to show it)?Give you one instance of a passive poet,?Who to your judgments yields all resignation:?So save or damn, after your own discretion.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
MEN.
FAINALL, in love with Mrs. Marwood,--Mr. Betterton?MIRABELL, in love with Mrs. Millamant,--Mr. Verbruggen?WITWOUD, follower of Mrs. Millamant,--Mr. Bowen?PETULANT, follower of Mrs. Millamant,--Mr. Bowman?SIR WILFULL WITWOUD, half brother to Witwoud, and nephew to Lady Wishfort,--Mr. Underhill?WAITWELL, servant to Mirabell,--Mr. Bright
WOMEN.
LADY WISHFORT, enemy to Mirabell, for having falsely pretended love to her,--Mrs. Leigh?MRS. MILLAMANT, a fine lady, niece to Lady Wishfort, and loves Mirabell,--Mrs. Bracegirdle?MRS. MARWOOD, friend to Mr. Fainall, and likes Mirabell,--Mrs. Barry MRS. FAINALL, daughter to Lady Wishfort, and wife to Fainall, formerly friend to Mirabell,--Mrs. Bowman?FOIBLE, woman to Lady Wishfort,--Mrs. Willis?MINCING, woman to Mrs. Millamant,--Mrs. Prince?DANCERS, FOOTMEN, ATTENDANTS.
SCENE: London.
The time equal to that of the presentation.
ACT I.--SCENE I.
A Chocolate-house.
MIRABELL and FAINALL rising from cards. BETTY waiting.
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