The empress of Morocco a farce : acted by His Majesties servants.
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- Title
- The empress of Morocco a farce : acted by His Majesties servants.
- Author
- Duffett, Thomas.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Simon Neal ...,
- 1674.
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- Subject terms
- Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724. -- Empress of Morocco.
- Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724 -- Parodies, imitations, etc.
- Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. -- Macbeth.
- Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Parodies, imitations, etc.
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Page 41
AN EPILOGUE.
THis Farce—
Not like your Country Girl made proud at Court,
Because she there first learn'd the naughty sport,
She'd now take place of all and's grown so haughty,
Those that debauch'd her, dare not say she's faulty,
Asham'd to own she jilted them with low dress,
As stroling Punk did once in Somers progress:
No, this like Sutlers Doxie, came from Black-heath,
Long'd but to be as fine as Witch in Mackbeth.
High though it looks 'twill stoop to all good fellows,
As most proud Women will for Story's tell us,
They now will do from Room of State to Ale-house.
Like blith Scotch Maggy Cloaths in River bucking,
T'has shew'd you all the flowers it had worth plucking,
It thinks you Gentle-folks, are all for—looking.
Farce and Heroick tale use but one fashion,
Love and affection Layes the first foundation
Then Gyant noyse and show set cheating Glass on.
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So little cruising punk and first rate Harlot,
Though one Don's stuff t'others clad in Scarlet,
Use but one Mouse-trap to catch trading Varlet.
Those that adore the Ghosts and Devils yonder,
The Powder Lightning and the Mustard Thunder;
Who though they can't of Plot and Language prattle,
Can mew like Cats, and roar like Drum in battle.
When scourged Vermin from the Stage do Crall
Whipp'd off—
As some are from Estates with Lusty Tail,
Those we shall hardly please—
When Heccate calls, they thither swarm till full 'tis,
Like humours drawn to boil by old VVifes Poultice,
Because at you Show-house you liked such doings,
VVe thought to purchase Cake-bread and stew'd Pruines;
But you look all like Lovers cloy'd sie on ye,
When deed is done you should not grudg your money.
Have we not seen, O whorson Rogue Iohn Dory?
You that Damn most, you know not wherefore nor why,
Catch'd ten times o're with one old new dress'd Story.
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Be to this joy thus kind you'l rouse up yet,
Much better Farce, one more Heroic Puppet;
When little Worm is prais'd it will so brag o't,
That 'twil set Tail on end of bigger Maggot;
Since with success great Bard's grow proud and resty,
To get good Plays be kind to bad Travesty.
FINIS.