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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
My Lord we are corrected. Go, be ready: But you Sir are incorrigible, and Take licence to yourself, to add unto Your parts, your own free fancy; and sometimes To alter, or diminish what the writer With care and skill composed: and when you are To speak to your coactors in the Scene, You hold interlocutions with the Audients. That is a way my Lord has been allowed On elder stages to move mirth and laughter. Yes in the days of Tarlton and Kempe, Before the stage was purged from barbarism, And brought to the perfection it now shines with. Then fools and jesters spent their wits, because The Poets were wise enough to save their own For profitabler uses. Let that pass. Tonight, i'll give thee leave to try thy wit, In answering my Doctor, and his Patient He brings along with him to our Antipodes. I heard of him my Lord: Blaze gave me light Of the mad Patient; and that he never saw A Play in's life: it will be possible For him to think he is in the Antipodes Indeed, when he is on the Stage among us. When't has been thought by some that have their wits, That all the Players i' th' Town were sunk past rising. Leave that sir to th'event. See all be ready: Your Music properties, and— All my Lord, Only we want a person for a Mute. Blaze when he comes shall serve. Go in. My Guests I hear are coming. My Lord, I am become your honour's usher, To these your guests. The worthy Mr. joyless, With his fair wife, and daughter in law. They're welcome, And you in the first place sweet Mistress joyless. You wear my ring I see; you grace me in it. His Ring! what Ring? how came she by't? 'twill work. I sent it as a pledge of my affection to you: For I before have seen you, and do languish, Until I shall enjoy your love. He courts her. Next Lady— you— I have a toy for you too. My Child shall thank you for it, when I have one. I take no joy in toys since I was married. Prettily answered! I make you no stranger Kind Mistress Blaze. Time was your honour used Me strangely too, as you'll do these I doubt not. Honest Blaze, Prithee go in, there is an Actor wanting. Is there a part for me? how shall I study't? Thou shalt say nothing. Then if I do not act Nothing as well as the best of 'em, let me be hissed. I say restore the Ring, and back with me. To whom shall I restore it? To the Lord that sent it. Is he a Lord? I always thought and heard Ith' Country, Lords were gallant Creatures. He Looks like a thing not worth it: 'tis not his, The Doctor gave it me, and I will keep it.
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My Lord we are corrected. Goe, be ready: But you Sir are incorrigible, and Take licence to your selfe, to adde unto Your parts, your owne free fancy; and sometimes To alter, or diminish what the writer With care and skill compos'd: and when you are To speake to your coactors in the Scene, You hold interloquutions with the Audients. That is a way my Lord has bin allow'd On elder stages to move mirth and laughter. Yes in the dayes of Tarlton and Kempe, Before the stage was purg'd from barbarisme, And brought to the perfection it now shines with. Then fooles and jesters spent their wits, because The Poets were wise enough to save their owne For profitabler uses. Let that passe. Tonight, ile give thee leave to try thy wit, In answering my Doctor, and his Patient He brings along with him to our Antipodes. I heard of him my Lord: Blaze gave me light Of the mad Patient; and that he never saw A Play in's life: it will be possible For him to thinke he is in the Antipodes Indeed, when he is on the Stage among us. When't has beene thought by some that have their wits, That all the Players i' th' Towne were sunke past rising. Leave that sir to th'event. See all be ready: Your Musicke properties, and — All my Lord, Onely we want a person for a Mute. Blaze when he comes shall serve. Goe in. My Guests J heare are comming. My Lord, J am become your honours usher, To these your guests. The worthy Mr. Ioylesse, With his faire wife, and daughter in law. They're welcome, And you in the first place sweet Mistris Ioylesse. You weare my ring J see; you grace me in it. His Ring! what Ring? how came she by't? Twill worke. J sent it as a pledge of my affection to you: For J before have seene you, and doe languish, Untill J shall enjoy your love. He courts her. Next Lady—you—J have a toy for you too. My Child shall thanke you for it, when I have one. I take no joy in toyes since I was marryed. Prettily answer'd! I make you no stranger Kind Mistris Blaze. Time was your honour us'd Me strangely too, as you'll doe these I doubt not. Honest Blaze, Prethee goe in, there is an Actor wanting. Is there a part for me? how shall I study't? Thou shalt say nothing. Then if I doe not act Nothing as well as the best of 'hem, let me be hist. I say restore the Ring, and backe with me. To whom shall I restore it? To the Lord that sent it. Is he a Lord? I alwayes thought and heard Ith' Country, Lords were gallant Creatures. He Looks like a thing not worth it: tis not his, The Doctor gave it me, and I will keepe it.