_Card_. And shall this joyful Day, that has restor’d you To all the Glories of your Birth and Merits, That has restor’d all _Spain_ the greatest Treasure That ever happy Monarchy possess’d, Leave only me unhappy, when, Sir, my Crime Was only too much Faith?--Thus low I fall, [_Kneels_. And from that Store of Mercy Heaven has given you, Implore you wou’d dispense a little here. _Phil_. Rise, (though with much ado) I will forgive you. _Leon_. Come, my dear Brother, to that glorious business, Our Birth and Fortunes call us, let us haste, For here methinks we are in danger still. _Phil_. So after Storms, the joyful Mariner Beholds the distant wish’d-for Shore afar, And longs to bring the rich-fraight Vessel in, Fearing to trust the faithless Seas again. EPILOGUE. Spoken by little Mrs. _Ariell_. _With late Success being blest, I’m come agen; You see what Kindness can do, Gentlemen, Which when once shewn, our Sex cannot refrain. Yet spite of such a Censure I’ll proceed, And for our Poetess will intercede: Before, a Poet’s wheedling Words prevail’d, Whose melting Speech my tender Heart assail’d, And I the flatt’ring Scribler’s Cause maintain’d; So by my means the Fop Applauses gain’d. ’.was wisely done to chuse m’ his Advocate, Since I have prov’d to be his better Fate; For what I lik’d, I thought you could not hate. Respect for you, Gallants, made me comply, Though I confess he did my Passion try, And I am too good-natur’d to deny. But now not Pity, but my Sex’s Cause, Whose Beauty does, like Monarchs, give you Laws, Should now command, being join’d with Wit, Applause. Yet since our Beauty’s Power’s not absolute, She’ll not the Privilege of your Sex dispute, But does by me submit.--Yet since you’ve been For my sake kind, repeat it once agen. Your Kindness, Gallants, I shall soon repay, If you’ll but favour my Design to Day: Your last Applauses, like refreshing Showers, Made me spring up and bud like early Flow’rs; Since then I’m grown at least an Inch in height, And shall e’er long be full-blown for Delight_. Written by a Friend. THE YOUNG KING; OR, THE MISTAKE. ARGUMENT.