Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.81 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
And now I am here i'th' city, Sir, I hope I please myself with more choice home delights, Than most men of my rank. I know my Lord Your house in substance is an Amphitheatre Of exercise and pleasure. Sir, I have For exercises, Fencing, Dancing, Vaulting, And for delight, Music of all best kinds: Stageplays, and Masques, are nightly my pastimes. And all within myself. My own men are My Music, and my Actors. I keep not A man or boy but is of quality: The worst can sing or play his part o'th' Viols, And act his part too in a Comedy, For which I lay my bravery on their backs; And where another Lord undoes his followers, I maintain mine like Lords. And there's my bravery. Now tell me Blaze, look these like Pedlars men? Rather an Emperors my Lord. I tell thee, These lads can act the Emperor's lives all over, And Shakespeare's Chronicled histories, to boot, And were that Caesar, or that English Earl, That loved a Play and Player so well now living, I would not be outvied in my delights. My Lord 'tis well. I love the quality of Playing I, I love a Play with all My heart, a good one; and a Player that is A good one too, with all my heart: As for the Poets, No men love them, I think, and therefore I write all my plays myself, and make no doubt Some of the Court will follow Me in that too. Let my fine Lords Talk o' their Horse-tricks, and their jockeys, that Can out-talk them. Let the Gallants boast Their May-games, Play-games, and their Mistresses, I love a Play in my plain clothes, ay, And laugh upon the Actors in their brave ones. My Lord, your dinner stays prepared. Well, well, Be you as ready with your grace as I Am for my meat, and all is well. Blaze we have rambled From the main point this while, it seems by his letter, My Doctor's busy at thy house. I know who's there, Beside, give him this Ring, Tell him it wants A finger: farewell good Blaze. Tell him it wants a finger! My small wit, Already finds what finger it must fit. Sir I applaud your noble disposition, And even adore the spirit of Travail in you, And purpose to wait on it through the world, In which I shall but tread again the steps I heretofore have gone. All the world o'er ha' you been already? Over and under too. In the Antipodes? Yes, through, and through: No Isle nor Angle in that Nether world, But I have made discovery of: Pray sir sit; And sir be you attentive, I will warrant His speedy cure without the help of Galen, Hippocrates, Avicen, or Dioscorides, A rare man: Husband, truly I like his person As well as his rare skill.
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And now I am here i'th city, Sir, I hope I please my selfe with more choyse home delights, Then most men of my ranke. I know my Lord Your house in substance is an Amphitheater Of exercise and pleasure. Sir, I have For exercises, Fencing, Dancing, Vaulting, And for delight, Musique of all best kindes: Stage-playes, and Masques, are nightly my pastimes. And all within my selfe. My owne men are My Musique, and my Actors. J keepe not A man or boy but is of quality: The worst can sing or play his part o'th' Violls, And act his part too in a Comedy, For which I lay my bravery on their backs; And where another Lord undoes his followers, J maintaine mine like Lords. And there's my bravery. Now tell me Blaze, looke these like Pedlers men? Rather an Emperors my Lord. I tell thee, These lads can act the Emperors lives all over, And Shakespeares Chronicled histories, to boot, And were that Caesar, or that English Earle, That lov'd a Play and Player so well now living, I would not be out-vyed in my delights. My Lord tis well. I love the quality of Playing I, J love a Play withall My heart, a good one; and a Player that is A good one too, with all my heart: As for the Poets, No men love them, I thinke, and therefore I write all my playes my selfe, and make no doubt Some of the Court will follow Me in that too. Let my fine Lords Talke o' their Horse-tricks, and their Jockies, that Can out-talke them. Let the Gallants boast Their May-games, Play-games, and their Mistresses, I love a Play in my plaine cloaths, I, And laugh upon the Actors in their brave ones. My Lord, your dinner stayes prepar'd. Well, well, Be you as ready with your grace as I Am for my meate, and all is well. Blaze we have rambled From the maine poynt this while, it seems by his letter, My Doctor's busie at thy house. I know who's there, Beside, give him this Ring, Tell him it wants A finger: farewell good Blaze. Tell him it wants a finger! My small wit, Already finds what finger it must fit. Sir I applaud your noble disposition, And even adore the spirit of Travaile in you, And purpose to waite on it through the world, In which I shall but tread againe the steps I heretofore have gone. All the world o're ha' you bin already? Over and under too. In the Antipodes? Yes, through, and through: No Isle nor Angle in that Neather world, But I have made discovery of: Pray sir sit; And sir be you attentive, I will warrant His speedy cure without the helpe of Gallen, Hippocrates, Avicen, or Dioscorides, A rare man: Husband, truely I like his person As well as his rare skill.