PROLOGUE. Written and spoken by SAMUEL FOOTE, Esq. To-NIGHT, be it known to box, gall'ry, and pit, If we can't make you laugh, that we won't make you cry. If tir'd of her round in the Ranelagh-mill, * Mr. GARRICK, at this time, had let his playhouse for the summer months. If blind to the beauties, or sick of the squall, A party should shun to catch cold at Vauxhall; if at Sadler's sweet Wells the made wine should be thick, ALL IN THE WRONG. ACT 1. SCENE 1. The Park. Enter Sir JOHN RESTLESS and ROBERT, from a House in the Side Scene. Sir John. SIR John Restless! Sir John Restless! thou hast played the fool with a vengeance. What devil whis- pered thee to marry such a woman? have been a faithful servant, and I value you. Did your lady go out at this door here into the Park, or did she go out at the street-door? Rob. This door, sir. Sir John. Robert, I will never live in a house again that has two doors to it. Rob. Sir! Sir John, I will give warning to my landlord instantly. The eyes of Argus are not sufficient to watch the motions of a wite, where there is a streetdoor, and a back-door, to favour her escapes. Rob. Upon my word, sir, I wish-you will pardon my boldness, sir,-I wish you would shake off this uneasiness that preys upon your spirits. It grieves me to the heart,—it does, indeed, sir, to see you in |