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 0.71 · 501 words
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I do remember, as we passed the Verge O'th' upper world, coming down, downhill, The setting Sun then bidding them good night, Came gliding easily down by us; and struck New day before us, lighting us our way; But with such heat, that till he was got far Before us, we even melted. Well wrought potion. Very well observed sir. But now we are come into a temperate clime Of equal composition of elements With that of London; and as well agreeable Unto our nature, as you have found that air. I never was at London. Cry you mercy. This Sir is Anti London. That's the Antipodes To the grand City of our Nation, Just the same people, language, and Religion, But contrary in Manners, as I ha' told you. I do remember that relation, As if you had but given it me this morning. Now cast your Sea weeds off, and don fresh garments. Hark sir their Music. Here we may sit, and he not see us. Now see one of the Natives of this Country, Note his attire, his language, and behaviour. Our far fetched Title over lands and seas, Offers unto your view th'Antipodes. But what Antipodes now shall you see? Even those that foot to foot 'gainst London be, Because no Traveller that knows that state, Shall say we personate or imitate Them in our actions: For nothing can Almost be spoke, but some or other man, Takes it unto himself; and says the stuff, If it be vicious, or absurd enough. Was woven upon his back. Far, far be all That bring such prejudice mixed with their gall. This play shall no satiric Timist be To tax or touch at either him or thee, That art notorious. 'tis so far below Things in our orb, that do among us flow, That no degree, from kaiser to the Clown, Shall say this vice or folly was mine own. This had been well now, if you had not dreamt Too long upon your syllables. The Prologue call you this my Lord? 'tis my Lord's Reader, and as good a lad Out of his function, as I would desire To mix withal in civil conversation. Yes Lady, this was Prologue to the Play, As this is to our sweet ensuing pleasures. Kissing indeed is Prologue to a Play, Composed by th'devil, and acted by the Children Of his black Revels, may hell take ye for't. Indeed I am weary, and would fain go home. Indeed but you must stay; and see the play. The Play: what play? It is no Children's play, Nor no Child-getting play, pray is it? You'll see anon. O now the Actors enter. Why do you not your office courteous friends? Let me entreat you stay, and take me with you; Lay but your hands on me: I shall not rest until I be arrested. A sore shoulder-ache Pains and torments me, till your virtuous hands Do clap or stroke it. You shall pardon us.
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I doe remember, as we past the Verge O'th' upper world, comming downe, down-hill, The setting Sunne then bidding them good night, Came gliding easily downe by us; and strucke New day before us, lighting us our way; But with such heate, that till he was got farre Before us, we even melted. Well wrought potion. Very well observ'd sir. But now we are come into a temperate clime Of equall composition of elements With that of London; and as well agreeable Unto our nature, as you have found that aire. I never was at London. Cry you mercy. This Sir is Anti London. That's the' Antipodes To the grand City of our Nation, Iust the same people, language, and Religion, But contrary in Manners, as I ha' told you. I doe remember that relation, As if you had but given it me this morning. Now cast your Sea weeds off, and do'n fresh garments. Hearke sir their Musicke. Here we may sit, and he not see us. Now see one of the Natives of this Country, Note his attire, his language, and behaviour. Our farre fetch'd Title over lands and seas, Offers unto your view th'Antipodes. But what Antipodes now shall you see? Even those that foot to foot 'gainst London be, Because no Traveller that knowes that state, Shall say we personate or imitate Them in our actions: For nothing can Almost be spoke, but some or other man, Takes it unto himselfe; and sayes the stuffe, If it be vicious, or absurd enough. Was woven upon his backe. Farre, farre be all That bring such prejudice mixt with their gall. This play shall no Satyrick Timist be To taxe or touch at either him or thee, That art notorious. Tis so farre below Things in our orbe, that doe among us flow, That no degree, from Keyser to the Clowne, Shall say this vice or folly was mine owne. This had bin well now, if you had not dreamt Too long upon your sillables. The Prologue call you this my Lord? Tis my Lords Reader, and as good a lad Out of his function, as I would desire To mixe withall in eivill conversation. Yes Lady, this was Prologue to the Play, As this is to our sweet ensuing pleasures. Kissing indeed is Prologue to a Play, Compos'd by th'Divell, and acted by the Children Of his blacke Revells, may hell take yee for't. Indeed I am weary, and would faine goe home. Indeed but you must stay; and see the play. The Play: what play? It is no Childrens play, Nor no Child-getting play, pray is it? You'll see anon. O now the Actors enter. Why doe you not your office courteous friends? Let me entreat you stay, and take me with you; Lay but your hands on mee: I shall not rest untill I be arrested. A sore shoulder-ache Paines and torments me, till your vertuous hands Doe clap or stroake it. You shall pardon us.