Prologue to His Royal Highess upon his first appearance at the Duke's Theatre since his return from Scotland written by Mr. Dryden, spoken by Mr. Smith. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A36666 of text R29818 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2335). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A36666 Wing D2336 ESTC R234 11209483 ocm 11209483 48942 2248496605

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A36666) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 48942) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 489:17; 1440:14) Prologue to His Royal Highess upon his first appearance at the Duke's Theatre since his return from Scotland written by Mr. Dryden, spoken by Mr. Smith. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1 sheet ([1] p.) ; Printed for J. Tonson, London : [1682?] Publication date from Wing. Caption title. Reproduction of the original in the Harvard University Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Prologue to His Royal Highness, upon his first appearance at the Duke's Theatre since his return from Scotland. Written by Mr. Dryden. Spoken by Mr. S Dryden, John, 1682 1 445 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2002-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-08 Sampled and proofread 2002-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-10 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
PROLOGUE To His ROYAL HIGHNESS , Upon His first appearance at the DVKE'S THEATRE since his Return from SCOTLAND . Written by Mr. Dryden . Spoken by Mr. Smith . IN those cold Regions which no Summers chear , When brooding darkness covers half the year , To hollow Caves the shivering Natives go ; Bears range abroad , and hunt in tracks of Snow : But when the tedious Twilight wears away , And Stars grow paler at th' approach of Day , The longing Crowds to frozen Mountains run , Happy who first can see the glimmering Sun ! The surly Salvage Off-spring disappear ; And curse the bright Successour of the Year . Yet , though rough Bears in Covert seek defence , White Foxes stay , with seeming Innocence : That crafty kind with day-light can dispense . Still we are throng'd so full with Reynard's race , That Loyal Subjects scarce can find a place : Thus modest Truth is cast behind the Crowd : Truth speaks too Low ; Hypocrisie too Loud . Let 'em be first , to flatter in success ; Duty can stay ; but Guilt has need to press . Once , when true Zeal the Sons of God did call , To make their solemn show at Heaven's White-hall , The fawning Devil appear'd among the rest , And made as good a Courtier as the best . The Friends of Job , who rail'd at him before , Came Cap in hand when he had three times more . Yet , late Repentance may , perhaps , be true ; Kings can forgive if Rebels can but sue : A Tyrant's Pow'r in rigour is exprest : The Father yearns in the true Prince's Breast . We grant an Ore'grown Whig no grace can mend ; But most are Babes , that know not they offend . The Crowd , to restless motion still enclin'd , Are Clouds , that rack according to the Wind. Driv'n by their Chiefs they storms of Hail-stones pour : Then mourn , and soften to a silent showre . O welcome to this much offending Land The Prince that brings forgiveness in his hand ! Thus Angels on glad Messages appear : Their first Salute commands us not to fear : Thus Heav'n , that cou'd constrain us to obey , ( With rev'rence if we might presume to say , ) Seems to relax the rights of Sov'reign sway : Permits to Man the choice of Good and Ill ; And makes us Happy by our own Free-will :

London , Printed for J. Tonson .