SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER: OR, THE MISTAKES OF A NIGHT. A COMEDY, AS IT IS ACTED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN: FIRST PRINTED IN M,DCC,LXXII. ΤΟ SAMUEL JOHNSON, LL. D, DEAR SIR, I By infcribing this flight performance to you, do not mean fo much to compliment you as myself. It may do me fome honour to inform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you. It may ferve the interefts of mankind also to inform them, that the greatest wit may be found in a character, without impairing the most unaffected piety. I have, particularly, reafon to thank you for your partiality to this performance. The undertaking a Comedy, not merely fentimental, was very dangerous; and Mr. Colman, who faw this piece in its various stages, always thought it fo. However, I ventured to truft it to the public; and, though it was neceffarily delayed till late in the feason, I have eyery reafon to be grateful. I am, DEAR SIR, YOUR MOST SINCERE FRIEND AND ADMIRER, OLIVER GOLDSMITH. PROLOGUE, BY DAVID GARRICK, Esa. Enter Mr. WOODWARD, dreffed in black, and holding a Handkerchief to his Eyes. EXCUSE me, Sirs, I pray-I can't yet speak— " "Tis not alone this mourning fuit," good mafters : Both |