Event Comment: BBarry's
Occasional Prologue printed in the
General Advertiser.@ When Vice or Folly over-runs a State@Weak Politicians lay the blame on Fate.@When Rulers useful subjects cease to prize,@'
And damn for arts that caus'd themselves to rise:'@When jealousies
and fears possess the throne,@
And kings allow no merit--but their own,@Can it be strange that men for flight prepare,@
And strive to raise a Colony elsewhere?@This custom has prevail'd in every Age,@
And has been sometime practis'd on the Stage.@ For--Entre Nous--these Managers of Merit,@Who fearless arm,--"
and take the Field with Spirit,"@Have curb'd as Monarchs with their haughty Mien,@
And Herod--have out Heroded--within (Pointing to the Green Room)@O! they can torture twenty-thous
and ways:@Make bouncing Bajazet retreat from Bayes.@The Ladies too with every power to charm@Whose face
and fire an anchorite might warm@Have felt the fury of the Tyrant's arm.@By selfish arts expell'd our ancient Seat,@In search of C
andour--
and in search of Meat,@We, from your favour, hope for this retreat.@If
Shakespear's passion, or if
Johnson's art@Can fire the Fancy, or can warm the heart,@That task be ours;--But if you damn their scenes@
And heroes must give way to Harlequins,@We too, can have recourse to mime
and dance,@Nay, there I think, we have the better chance,@
And should the Town grow weary of the Mute,@Why--we'll produce a Child upon the flute.@But be the food as 'twill, 'tis you that treat!@Long have they feasted--permit us now to eat!