Spoken by the Widow Blackacre
To you, the judges learned in stage laws,
Our poet now, by me, submits his cause;
For with young judges, such as most of you,
The men by women best their business do.
And truth on't is, if you did not sit here,∘5 To keep for us a term throughout the year,∘ We could not live by'r tongues--nay, but for you
Our chamber-practice would be little too.
And 'tis not only the stage practiser
Who, by your meeting, gets her living here; 10 For, as in Hall of Westminster
Sleek seamstress vents, amidst the courts, her ware,∘
So, while we bawl, and you in judgement sit,
The vizard-mask sells linen too i'th'pit.∘
Oh many of your friends, besides us here, 15 Do live by putting off their several ware.∘ Here's daily done the great affair o'th'nation;
Let love, and us, then, ne'er have long vacation.∘
But hold! Like other pleaders, I have done
Not my poor client's business, but my own. 20 Spare me a word then, now, for him. First know, Squires of the long robe, he does humbly show∘
He has a just right in abusing you,
Because he is a brother templar too;∘
For, at the bar, you rally one another, 25 Nay, 'fool' and 'knave' is swallowed from a brother.∘ If not the poet here, the templar spare,
And maul him--when you catch him at the bar.
From you, our common modish censurers,
Your favour, not your judgement, 'tis he fears; 30 Of all loves begs you then to rail, find fault,∘ For plays, like women, by the world are thought
(When you speak kindly of 'em) very naught.