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 0.77 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
It is that mimic fellow which your Lordship But lately entertained. The same. He will be wondrous apt in my affair: For I must take occasion to interchange, Discourse with him sometimes amidst their Scenes, T'inform my patient, my mad young traveler In divers matters. Do, put him to't: I use't myself sometimes. I know it is your way. Well to the business. Hast wrought the jealous Gentleman, old joyless, To suffer his wife to see our Comedy. She brings your Ring, my Lord, upon her finger, And he brings her in's hand. I have instructed her To spur his jealousy of o'the legs. And I will help her in't. the young distracted Gentlewoman too, that's sick of her virginity, Yet knows not what it is; and Blaze and's wife Shall all be your guests tonight, and not alone Spectators, but (as we will carry it) Actor To fill your Comic Scenes with double mirth. Go fetch 'em then, while I prepare my Actors. Within there ho? What a rude coil is there? But yet it pleases me. In my first Scene, and you must wear that robe. What a noise make those knaves? come in one of you: Are you the first that answers to that name? My Lord. Why are not you ready yet? I am not to put on my shape, before I have spoke the Prologue. And for that my Lord I yet want something. What I pray with your grave formality? I want my Beaver-shoes, and Leather-Cap, To speak the Prologue in; which were appointed By your Lordship's own direction. Well sir, well: There they be for you; I must look to all. Certes my Lord, it is a most apt conceit: The Comedy being the world turned upside-down, That the presenter wear the Capital Beaver Upon his feet, and on his head shoe-leather. Trouble not you your head with my conceit, But mind your part Let me not see you act now, In your Scholastic way, you brought to town wi' ye, With see saw sack a down, like a Sawyer; Nor in a Comic Scene, play Hercules furens, Tearing your throat to split the Audients ears. And you Sir, you had got a trick of late, Of holding out your bum in a set speech; Your fingers fibulating on your breast, As if your Buttons, or your Bandstrings were Helps to your memory. Let me see you in't No more I charge you. No, nor you sir, in That over-action of the legs I told you of, Your singles, and your doubles, Look you— thus— Like one o'th' dancing Masters o'the Bear-garden; And when you have spoke, at end of every speech, Not minding the reply, you turn you round As Tumblers do; when betwixt every feat. They gather wind, by firking up their breeches. I'll none of these, absurdities in my house. But words and action married so together, That shall strike harmony in the ears and eyes Of the severest, if judicious Critics.
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It is that mimick fellow which your Lordship But lately entertain'd. The same. He will be wondrous apt in my affaire: For I must take occasion to interchange, Discourse with him sometimes amidst their Scenes, T'informe my patient, my mad young travellor In diverse matters. Doe, put him to't: I use't my selfe sometimes. I know it is your way. Well to the businesse. Hast wrought the jealous Gentleman, old Ioylesse, To suffer his wife to see our Comedy. She brings your Ring, my Lord, upon her finger, And he brings her in's hand. I have instructed her To spurre his jealousie of o'the legges. And I will helpe her in't. the young distracted Gentlewoman too, that's sicke of her virginity, Yet knowes not what it is; and Blaze and's wife Shall all be your guests to night, and not alone Spectators, but (as we will carry it) Actor To fill your Comicke Scenes with double mirth. Go fetch 'hem then, while I prepare my Actors. Within there hoe? What a rude coyle is there? But yet it pleases me. In my first Scene, and you must weare that robe. What a noyse make those knaves? come in one of you: Are you the first that answers to that name? My Lord. Why are not you ready yet? I am not to put on my shape, before I have spoke the Prologue. And for that my Lord I yet want something. What I pray with your grave formality? I want my Beaver-shooes, and Leather-Cap, To speake the Prologue in; which were appoynted By your Lordships owne direction. Well sir, well: There they be for you; I must looke to all. Certes my Lord, it is a most apt conceit: The Comedy being the world turn'd upside-downe, That the presenter weare the Capitall Beaver Upon his feet, and on his head shooe-leather. Trouble not you your head with my conceite, But minde your part Let me not see you act now, In your Scholasticke way, you brought to towne wi' yee▪ With see saw sacke a downe, like a Sawyer; Nor in a Comicke Scene, play Hercules furens, Tearing your throat to split the Audients eares. And you Sir, you had got a tricke of late, Of holding out your bum in a set speech; Your fingers fibulating on your breast, As if your Buttons, or your Band-strings were Helpes to your memory. Let me see you in't No more I charge you. No, nor you sir, in That over-action of the legges I told you of, Your singles, and your doubles, Looke you—thus— Like one o'th' dancing Masters o'the Beare-garden; And when you have spoke, at end of every speech, Not minding the reply, you turne you round As Tumblers doe; when betwixt every feat. They gather wind, by firking up their breeches. Ile none of these, absurdities in my house. But words and action married so together, That shall strike harmony in the eares and eyes Of the severest, if judicious Criticks.