The London cockolds a comedy as it is acted at The Duke's Theatre / by Edward Ravenscroft, Gent.
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The London cockolds a comedy as it is acted at The Duke's Theatre / by Edward Ravenscroft, Gent.
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Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707.
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London :: Printed for Jos. Hindmarsh ...,
1682.
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"The London cockolds a comedy as it is acted at The Duke's Theatre / by Edward Ravenscroft, Gent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A58115.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 4, 2024.
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EPILOGUE.
Ramble.
ROuze up ye drouzie Cuckolds of our Isle,We see your aking hearts through your forc'd smile.Haste hence like Bees, unto your City Hives,And drive away the Hornets from your Wives.Rouze, Rouze I say as do the Nobler Deer;In Parks, when they the noise of Hunters hear,Ioyn in a herd for their defence, and thereErect their large Brow-Antlers in the Air.A vision like to that methinks i'th' PitI see, and every Cuckold is a Cit.But what provok'd the Poet to this Fury,Perhaps he's piqu'd at by the Ignoramus Iury,And therefore thus Arraigns the noble City,No, There are many Honest Loyal Witty,And be it spoke to their eternal Glory's,There's not one Cuckold amongst all the Tory's.Yet still he'l rail, and all the world will blame us,'Till Billa Vera conquers Ignoramus;'Till you, the Bully's of a Common-wealth,Leave breaking Windows for a Loyal Health.No, no, the Cloven Foreheads are the Whigs, who sendTheir Wives a Bulling to their Morefields friend.The Doctrine put into 'em do's so tickleThey'r pleas'd with nothing like a Conventicle.
Mrs. Dashwell.
In me the effects of zealous Wives you see,What say the London Wiseakers to me.
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Mr. Dashwell.
You Wives of the last zealous ReformationOn Husbands Foreheads to your Reputation,Do fix the Mark of their Predestination.Your zeal's all counterfeit and nothing worth,Although you have such able Holders-forth.
Mrs. Doodle.
What say you friends unto a Wife that's Witty?Have you such Wives as I am in the City?
Ald. Doodle.
Yes, yes by my troth; but the more's the pity.They'l never be content with our dull sportSo long as Tory's visit 'em from Court.
Ald.
Wise'akers. Take warning too by me (dear City Friends)A wife like mine will make ye all amends,A pox upon't! mine was a Country Cheat;The sillyest of 'em all find out that Feat.
Mrs.
Wise'akers. Yes, yes let him that does desire a FoolTo's Wife, make hast and send her here to School.
FINIS.
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