The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 16 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 481 words
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Know you the reason of this behaviour? No Madam, yet if I would I might have learned of many, indeed all could give a reason, those which only from this occasion knew what belonged to any the whole company were Politicians, there was one Yeoman, Statesman informed most about him, and left them to write his letters for certain news into the Country. Well, now turn your wit unto our mirth, we have more need of that, what have you got there? That which shall save my wit blameless that is unpractised 'tis a rare piece of Poetry, which I have been Patroness of from the first nonsense in't, that is, from the first line, there much mirth intended in it, and I doubt not, but your grace will find it, the Author, himself is an Emblem of the first Comedies, where one acted all, and will make you laugh though you saw him every day, I have brought him along with me, he stays but without till his admittance be granted. No, prithee Melissa, 'twill be too much. I beseech your grace, and do but smile upon his learning. Domine, Domine. Look, look, I told you what you'd do, you are so forward. I can presume most humble Lady. Ladies ha, ha, ha. Hold your peace, with your presuming, you should let the Princess speak. This is the author Madam. ladies. ha, ha, ha, What think you your Play will do when One Scene of yourself breeds all this mirth? Ham. Melissa? Your Grace? Prithee discharge him I am not able to look so much laughter in the face and keep it in to save my Modesty. So, 'tis well Sir, the Princess hath taken notice of your worth, and commanded me to reward your. Attend tomorrow and you shall receive it, and pray see that her grace have all your labours (as you call 'em) and your fooling. O 'tis well we dress us not, but was this a Poet, Mel. believe it Madam but I hope his work will satisfy that Question her's rare stuff i'll warrant it. Will your grace examine it? Who were they passed by? But certainly they know what they do They are so confident. Where are we now? Certainly in no danger Sir. The Prince. Madam, our bold mistake hath thrust us on too far, to retire without excuse, which we shall hardly make unless, your favour meet us, we are Strangers that thus have erred, unfortunately I must not say, that were a sin great as our rudeness, yet we ought to esteem a fault, though it is to us a blessed one, and hath conferred a happiness, our best deeds could not have deserved. This entrance was something abrupt, and beyond the intent of our Poet. A strange accident, was it the Prince that spoke? I Madam, but 'twas improper here.
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Know you the reason of this behaviour? No Madam, yet if I would I might have learnt of many, indeed all could give a reason, those which onely from this occasion knew what belong'd to any the whole company were Polliticians, there was one Yeoman, Statesman informd most about him, and left them to write his letters for certaine newes into the Country. Well, now turne your wit unto our mirth, we have more neede of that, what have you got there? That which shall save my wit blamelesse that is unpractised 'tis a rare peece of Poetry, which I have beene Patronesse of from the first nonsence in't, that is, from the first line, there much mirth intended in it, and I doubt not, but your grace will finde it, the Author, himselfe is an Emblme of the first Comedies, where one acted all, and will make you laugh though you saw him every day, I have brought him along with me, he stays but without till his admittance be graunted. No, prethee Melissa, 'twill be too much. I beseech your grace, and do but smile upon his learning. Domine, Domine. Looke, looke, I told you what you'd doe, you are so forward. I can presume most humble Lady. Ladies ha, ha, ha. Hold your peace, with your presuming, you should let the Princesse speake. This is the author Madam. Ladyes. ha, ha, ha, What thinke you your Play will doe when One Sceane of your selfe breeds all this mirth? Ham. Melissa? Your Grace? Prethee discharge him I am not able to looke so much laughter in the face and keepe it in to save my Modesty. So, tis well Sir, the Princesse hath taken notice of your worth, and commanded me to reward your. Attend tomorrow and you shall receive it, and pray see that her grace have all your labours (as you call 'em) and your fooling. O tis well we dresse us not, but was this a Poet, Mel. beleeve it Madam but I hope his worke will satisfie that Question her's rare stuffe i'le warrant it. Will your grace examine it? Who were they past by? But certainely they know what they doe They are so confident. Where are we now? Certainely in no danger Sir. The Prince. Madam, our bold mistake hath thrust us on too farre, to retire without excuse, which we shall hardly make unlesse, your favour meete us, wee are Strangers that thus have er'd, unfortunately I must not say, that were a sinne great as our rudenesse, yet we ought to esteeme a fault, though it is to us a blessed one, and hath conferred a happines, our best deeds could not have deserv'd. This entrance was something abrupt, and beyond the intent of our Poet. A strange accident, was it the Prince that spoke? I Madam, but 'twas impropper here.