Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.79 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
LAnguage and matter, with a fit of mirth, That sharply savours more of air than earth, Like Midwives, bring a Play to timely birth. But where's now such a one? in which these three, Are handsomely contrived? or if they be, Are understood by all who hear to see. Wit, wit's the word in fashion, that alone Cries up the Poet, which though neatly shown, Is rather censured oftentimes than known. He who will venture on a jest, that can Rail on another's pain, or idly scan Affairs of state, oh he's the only man. A goodly approbation, which must bring Fame with contempt, by such a deadly sting, The Muses chatter, who were wont to sing. Your savours in what we present today, Our fearless Author boldly bids me say, He tenders you no satire, but a play. In which, if so he have not hit all right, For wit, words, mirth, and matter as he might, A' wishes yet a' had for your delight. ACcomplished man of fashion. The times wonder. Gallant of gallants Genoa's Piero. Italy's darling, Europe's joy, and so forth, The newest news, unvamped, I am no foot-post, No pedlar of avisoes, no monopolist Of forged corantoes, monger of gazettes. Monger of courtesans, fine Futelli, In certain kind a merchant of the staple For wares of use and trade, a taker up, Rather indeed a knocker down, the word Will carry either sense but in pure earnest, How trolls the common noise? Auria who lately Wedded and bedded to the same Spinella, tired with the enjoyments of delights, is hasting to cuff the Turkish pirates, in the service of the great Duke of Florence. Does not carry His pretty thing along. Leaves her to buffet Land pirates here at home. That's thou and I, Futelli (sirrah) and Piero— blockhead To run from such an arm full of pleasures For gaining, what? a bloody nose of honour, Most sottish and abominable. wicked Shameful and cowardly I will maintain. Is all my signior's hospitality Huge banquetings deep revels costly trappings Shrunk to a cabin, and a single welcome To beverage and biscuit, Hold thy peace man. It makes for us— he comes, let's part demurely. we wish thee (honoured Auria) life and safety, Return crowned with a victory, whose wreath, Of triumph may advance thy country's glory, Worthy your name and Ancestors. My Lord, I shall not live to thrive in any action, Deserving memory when I forget Adurni's love and favour. I present ye My service for a farewell. Let few words Excuse all arts of compliment. For my own part, Kill or be killed, for there's the short and long on't. Call me your shadow's henchboy. Gentlemen, My business urging on a present haste, Enforceth short reply. we dare not hinder Your resolution winged with thoughts so constant. All happiness. PHVT. Contents.
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LAnguage and matter, with a fit of mirth, That ſharply ſavours more of aire than earth, Like Midwives, bring a Play to timely birth. But wheres now ſuch a one? in which theſe three, Are hanſonely contriv'd? or if they bee, Are underſtood by all who heare to ſee. Wit, wit's the word in faſhion, that alone Cryes up the Poet, which though neatly ſhowne, Is rather cenſur'd often-times than knowne. He who will venture on a jeſt, that can Raile on anothers paine, or idlely ſcan Affaires of ſtate, oh hee's the onely man. A goodly approbation, which muſt bring Fame with contempt, by ſuch a deadly ſting, The Muſes chatter, who were wont to ſing. Your ſavours in what we preſent to day, Our fearleſſe Author boldly bids me ſay, He tenders you no Satyr, but a play. In which, if ſo he have not hit all right, For wit, words, mirth, and matter as he might, A' wiſhes yet a' had for your delight. ACcompliſhed man of faſhion. The times wonder. Gallant of gallants Genoas Piero. Italies darling, Europes joy, and ſo forth, The neweſt newes, un-vampt, I am no foot-poaſt, No pedlar of Aviſo's, no monopoliſt Of forged Corantos, monger of Gazets. Monger of courtezans, fine Futelli, In certaine kinde a merchant of the ſtaple For wares of uſe and trade, a taker up, Rather indeede a knocker downe, the word Will carry either ſence but in pure earneſt, How trowles the common noyſc? Auria who lately Wedded and bedded to the ſame Spinella, Tyred with the enjoyments of delights, is haſting to the Turkiſh pirats, in the ſervice of the great Duke of Florence. Does not carry His pretty thing along. Leaves her to buffet Land pirats here at home. Thats thou and I, Futelli (ſirrah) and Piero—blockhead To runne from ſuch an arme full of pleaſures For gaining, what? a bloudy noſe of honour, Moſt ſottiſh and abominable. wicked Shamefull and cowardlie I will maintaine. Is all my ſigniors hoſpitality Huge banquetings deepe revells coſtly trapings Shrunke to a cbbin, and a ſingle welcome To beverage and bisket, Hold thy peace man. It makes for us—he comes, lets part demurely. Wee wiſh thee (honourd Auria) life and ſafety, Returne crownd with a victory, whoſe wreath, Of triumph may advance thy countries glory, Worthy your name and Anceſtors. My Lord, I ſhall not live to thrive in any action, Deſerving memory when I forget Adurnis love and tavour. I preſent ye My ſervice for a farewell. Let few words Excuſe all arts of complement. For my owne part, Kill or be kill'd, for theres the ſhort and long on't. Call me your ſhadowes hinch-boy. Gentlemen, My buſineſſe urging on a preſent haſt, Eforceth ſhort replie. Wee dare not hinder Your reſolution wingd with thoughts ſo conſtant. All happineſſe. PHVT. Contents.