She stoops to conquer: or, the mistakes of a night. A comedy. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden. Written by Doctor Goldsmith.

EPILOGUE

By Dr. GOLDSMITH.

WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success, And gain'd a husband without aid from dress, Still as a Bar-maid, I could wish it too, As I have conquer'd him to conquer you: And let me say, for all your resolution, That pretty Bar-maids have done execution. Our life is all a play, compos'd to please, "We have our exits and our entrances." The first act shews the simple country maid, Harmless and young, of ev'ry thing asraid; Blushes when hir'd, and with unmeaning action, I hopes as how to give you satisfaction. Her second act displays a livelier scene,— Th' unblushing Bar-maid of a country inn. Who whisks about the house, at market caters, Talks loud, coquets the guests, and scolds the waiters. Next the scene shifts to town, and there she soars, The chop house toast of ogling connoissieurs. On 'Squires and Cits she there displays her arts, And on the gridiron broils her lover's hearts— And as she smiles, her triumphs to compleat, Even Common Councilmen forget to eat. The fourth act shews her wedded to the 'Squire, And Madam now begins to hold it higher;

Pretends to taste, at Operas cries caro, And quits her Nancy Dawson, for Che Faro. Doats upon dancing, and in all her pride, Swims round the room, the Heinel of Cheapside: Ogles and leers with artificial skill, Till having lost in age the power to kill, She sits all night at cards, and ogles at spadille. Such, thro' our lives, the eventful history— The fifth and last act still remains for me. The Bar-maid now for your protection prays, Turns Female Barrister, and leads for Bayes.