START: ‘Tis said that you, the judges of...

Nell Gwynn

Ned Spigget

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START: ‘Tis said that you, the judges of this town,
WOuld pass a vote to put all prologues down.
For who can show me, since they first were writ,
They e’er converted one hard-hearted nit.
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END: Our poet hopes you ladies will not find,
His rhyme and prose to be so ill designed.
Or contemplate that, once the prologue’s done;
The wit is ended…’ Um, sorry.
‘The wit...

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Jessica Swale, Nell Gwynn, NHB Modern Plays, electronic edition, p.18

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