Bonduca, or, The British heroine a tragedy, acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants, with a new entertainment of musick, vocal and instrumental : never printed or acted before.

EPILOGUE

Spoken by Miss. DENNY CHOCK, But Six Years Old.

WELL, now to speak a Good Word for the Play, Dear Gallants, but alass, What can I say? I am too Young for your kind Smiles to pray. When we ask Favours, Naughty Men, from you, We must be Old enough to grant 'em too. Old! Pray how Old! O Yes, our Cupid's Darts Must first be Feather'd, e're we shoot at Hearts; But these weak Eyes, too feeble Charms; 'tis true, You may look Babies there, but that won't do; We must be able to make Babies too. Who knows what Charms I have? I hear A Gentle Story whisper'd in your Ear, Has that strange power, nay, Sirs, if that will get ye, You'll find that I can prattle very pretty, You heard me t'other Day in Young Queen Betty.

Such Honey-words, such dear soft words I'll call, Say such fine things, if saying will do all: Ah no, the soft white Birds that sing to you, Must be grown up to Bill as well as Cooe, And I'm too small to win your Hearts that way, But tho' I'm yet too Young for Turtles play, By your warm Suns a Blooming Flower I'll grow, And keep my Rose-bud, for your Smiles to Blow.

FINIS.