Event Comment: Receipts: #86 (Account Book).  Charges #81 15s.  Profit to Society #4 5s., plus #106 17s. from tickets (Box 242; Pit 309) (Account Book).  Benefit for Use of the Society at the 
Thatched-House Tavern For the release 
and discharge of persons imprisoned for small debts.  [The 
Epilogue was written by 
Cumberland.  (See 
Folger Library Theatrical Clippings).  The Curtain rises 
and discovers a prison; at some distance a woman, poorly habited, 
and in a disconsolate attitude; after st
anding some time montionless, in a posture of fixed attention she speaks]: @Woman: Thou loathsome dungeon in whose dreary womb@The pining Debtor finds a living tomb;@Where 'midst the Clank of Chains 
and Dismal yells@Of shakled felons my sad husb
and dwells;@From his dark cell, oh give him to my view!@Let him look forth 
and take a last adieu.@  [As she advances towards the prison, a person in Gentleman's apparel accosts her.]  @Man: Stay, Child of Sorrow, thou whose piercing groans@Might move to pity e'en these senseless stones.@Why dost thou bend thy melancholy way@To that Drear Dungeon? Child of Sorrow stay.@Woman: Why should I stay, or my sad Griefs impart?@Can there be pity in a Human heart?@Away 
and let me die.@  [...The Man suggests a Human heart can have pity]  @Woman: If there be such, O lead me to their sight,@
And let me plead a wretched sufferer's right:@Can there be Truth, Humanity or Sense@In laws that make Misfortune an offence?@  [Her husb
and was a 
God-fearing weaver who fell ill for 10 weeks, lost his job 
and was seized upon by a relentless creditor.]  @Steel'd to their trade, 
and deaf to all our cries,@Relentless ruffians seize their legal prize;@From my fond arms a dying Husb
and tear@
And plunge their victims in a dungeon there!@Man: Enough! go speak the healing words of peace@To thy sad mate, 
and bear him this release;@Tell him the Muse, which on these Scenes attend@That balsam to his wounded spirit sends.@
And Know this Truth thyself, 'tis not alone@The Preacher's pulpit 
and the Monarch's throne@That Charity frequents; but in this age,@She guides the Theatre 
and treads the stage;@Lo! She is present, cast your eyes around,@
And here in each Spectator's heart she's found.