The Mourning Bride. William Congreve

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       William Congreve

      The Mourning Bride

      Published by Good Press, 2020

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      EAN 4064066418380

Table of Contents

       Preface

       Prologue

       Personæ Dramatis

       Act I

       Act II

       Act III

       Act IV

       Act V

       Epilogue

      Preface

       Table of Contents

       TO

      Her Royal Highness THE PRINCESS- MADAM,

      THAT high Station, which by Your Birth You hold above the People, exacts from every one, as a Duty, whatever Honours they are capable of paying to Your Royal Highness: But that more exalted Place, to which Your Vertues have rais'd You, above the rest of Princes, makes the Tribute of our Admiration and Praise, rather a Choice more immediately preventing that Duty.

      The Publick Gratitude is ever founded on a Publick Benefit; and what is universally bless'd, is always an universal Blessing. Thus from Your self we derive the Offerings which we bring; and the Incense which arises to Your Name, only returns to its Original, and but naturally requires the Parent of its Being.

      From hence it is that this Poem, constituted on a Moral, whose End is to recommend and to encourage Vertue, of consequence has recourse to Your Royal Highness's Patronage; aspiring to cast it self beneath Your Feet, and declining Approbation, till You shall condescend to own it, and vouchsafe to shine upon it as on a Creature of Your Influence.

      'Tis from the Example of Princes that Vertue becomes a Fashion in the People, for even they who are averse to Instruction, will yet be fond of Imitation.

      But there are Multitudes, who never can have Means nor Opportunities of so near an Access, as to partake of the Benefit of such Examples. And to these, Tragedy, which distinguishes it self from the Vulgar Poetry by the Dignity of its Characters, may be of Use and Information. For they who are at that distance from Original Greatness, as to be depriv'd of the Happiness of Contemplating the Perfections and real Excellencies of Your Royal Highness's Person in Your Court, may yet behold some small Sketches and Imagings of the Vertues of Your Mind, abstracted, and represented in the Theatre.

      Thus Poets are instructed, and instruct; not alone by Precepts which persuade, but also by Examples which illustrate. Thus is Delight interwoven with Instruction; when not only Vertue is prescrib'd, but also represented.

      But if we are delighted with the Liveliness of a feign'd Representation of Great and Good Persons and their Actions, how must we be charm'd with beholding the Persons themselves? If one or two excelling Qualities, barely touch'd in the single Action and small Compass of a Play, can warm an Audience, with a Concern and Regard even for the seeming Success and Prosperity of the Actor: With what Zeal must the Hearts of all be fill'd, for the continued and encreasing Happiness of those, who are the true and living Instances of Elevated and Persisting Vertue? Even the Vicious themselves must have a secret Veneration for those peculiar Graces and Endowments, which are daily so eminently conspicuous in Your Royal Highness; and though repining, feel a Pleasure which in spite of Envy they per-force approve.

      If in this piece, humbly offer'd to Your Royal Highness, there shall appear the Resemblance of any one of those many Excellencies which You so promiscuously possess, to be drawn so as to merit Your least Approbation, it has the End and Accomplishment of its Design. And however imperfect it may be in the Whole, through the Inexperience or Incapacity of the Author, yet, if there is so much as to convince Your Royal Highness, that a Play may be with Industry so dispos'd (in spight of the licentious Practice of the Modern Theatre) as to become sometimes an innocent, and not unprofitable Entertainment; it will abundantly gratifie the Ambition, and Recompence the Endeavours of,

       Your Royal Highness's

       Most Obedient, and

       most humbly Devoted Servant,

      WILLIAM CONGREVE. (1697).

      Prologue

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      THE Time has been when Plays were not so plenty,

       And a less Number New would well content ye.

       New Plays did then like Almanacks appear;

       And One was thought sufficient for a Year:

       Tho' they are more like Almanacks of late;

       For in one Year, I think, they're out of Date.

       Nor were they without Reason join'd together;

       For just as one prognosticates the Weather,

       How plentiful the Crop, or scarce the Grain,

       What Peals of Thunder, and what Show'rs of Rain;

       So t'other can foretel, by certain Rules,

       What Crops of Coxcombs, or what Floods of Fools.

       In such like Prophecies were Poets skill'd,

       Which now they find in their own Tribe fulfill'd:

       The Dearth of Wit they did so long presage,

       Is fall'n on us, and almost starves the Stage.

       Were you not griev'd, as often as you saw

       Poor Actors thresh such empty Sheafs of Straw?

       Toiling and lab'ring, at their Lungs Expence,

       To start a Jest, or force a little Sence.

       Hard Fate for us! still harder in th' Event;

       Our Authors Sin, but we alone Repent.

       Still they proceed, and, at our Charge, write worse;

       'Twere some Amends if they could reimburse:

       But there's the Devil, tho' their Cause is lost,

       There's no recovering Damages or Cost.

       Good Wits, forgive this Liberty we take,

       Since Custom gives the Losers leave to speak.

       But if provok'd, your dreadful Wrath remains,

       Take your Revenge upon the coming Scenes:

       For that damn'd Poet's spar'd who Damns a Brother,

       As one Thief 'scapes, that Executes another.

       Thus far alone does to