Event Comment: Prologue written by 
Macklin: (
Cooke, 
Memoirs of Charles Macklin, pp. 150-51.)  From scheming, pelting, famine, 
and despair, Behold to grace restored an exil'd Play'r: Your Sanction yet his fortune must compleat, 
And give him privilege to laugh 
and eat.  No revolution plots are mine again; You see, thank Heaven, the quietest of men.  I pray that all domestic feuds might cease; 
And beggar'd by the war, solicit peace; When urg'd by wrongs, 
and prompted to rebel; I sought for freedom, 
and for freedom fell; What could support me in the sevenfold dame?  I was no Shadrak 
and no angel came.  Once warn'd, I meddle not with state affairs; But play my part, retire 
and say my pray'rs.  Let nobler spirits plan the vast design, Our green-room swarms with longer heads than mine; I take no part-no private jars foment, But hasten from disputes I can't prevent; Attack no rival brother's fame, or ease; 
And raise no struggle, but who most shall please.  United in oursdlves, by you approv'd.  Tis ours to make the slightest muse belov'd; So may the stage again its use impart, 
And ripen Virtue, as it warms the heart.  May discord, with her horrid trump, retreat, Nor drive the frighted Beauty from her seat; May no contending parties strive for sway, But judgmemt govern, 
and the stage obey