Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 476 words
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WHy so? thus do I hope to please: Music revives, and mirth is tolerable. Comedy play thy part, and please, Make merry them that comes to joy with thee: joy then good gentiles, I hope to make you laugh. Sound forth Bellona's silver tuned strings. Time fits us well, the day and place is ours. Nay stay minion, there lies a block. What all on mirth; I'll interrupt your tale. And mix your music with a tragic end. What monstrous ugly hag is this, That dares comtrowle the pleasures of our will? Vaunt churlish cur, besmearde with gory blood, That seemest to check 〈…〉 And stifle the 〈…〉 Blush, monster blush, and post away with shame, That seekest disturbance of a goddess deeds. Post hence thyself, thou counterchecking trul, I will possess this habit spite of thee And gain the glory of thy wished port, I'll thunder music shall appall the nymphs, And make them shever their clattering strings: Flying for succour to their danes caves. Hearken, thou shalt hear a noise Shall fill the air with a shrilling sound, And thunder music to the gods above: Mars shall himself breath down A peerless crowene upon brave envies head, And raise his chivall with a lasting fame In this brave music Envy takes delight, Where I may see them wallow in there blood, To spurn at arms and legs quite shivered off, And hear the cries of many thousand slain, How lik'st thou this my ●r●ll, this sport alone for me? Vaunt bloody cur, nursed up with tigers sap, That so dost seek to quail a woman's mind, Comedy is mild gentle, willing for to please, And seeks to gain the love of all estates: Delighting in mirth, mixed all with lovely tales, And bringeth things with treble joy to pass, Thou bloody, Envious, disdainer of men's joy, Whose name is fraught with bloody stratagems, Delights in nothing but in spoil and death, Where 〈…〉 blood, And 〈…〉 Yet vail thy mind, revenge thou not on me, A silly woman begs it at thy hands, Give me the leave to utter out my play, Forbear this place, I humbly crave thee hence, And mix not death amongst pleasing comedies, That treats nought else but pleasure and delight. If any spark of humane rests in thee, Forbear, be gone, tender the suit of me. Why so I will, forbearance shall be such As treble death shall cross thee with despite, And make thee mourn where most thou ioiest, Turning thy mirth into a deadly dole: Whirling thy pleasures with a peal of death, And drench thy methods in a sea of blood: This will I do, thus shall I bear with thee And more to vex thee with a deeper spite, I will with threats of blood begin thy play: Favouring thee with envy and with hate.
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WHy so? thus doe I hope to please: Musicke reuiues, and mirth is tollerable. Comedie play thy part, and please, Mak merry them that coms to ioy with thee: Ioy then good gentilles, I hope to make you laugh. Sound foorth Bellonas siluer tuned strings. Time fits vs well, the daie and place is ours. Nay staie minion, there lies a block. What al on mirth; Ile interrupt your tale. And mixe your musicke with a tragick end What monstrous vgly hagge is this, That dares comtrowle the pleasures of our will? Vaunt churlish curre, besmearde with gorie bloud, That seemst to check And stifle the Blush, monster blush, and post away with shame, That seekest disturbance of a goddesse deedes. Post hence thy selfe, thou counterchecking trul, I will possesse this habite spite of thee And gaine the glorie of thy wished porte, Ile thunder musicke shall appale the nimphes, And make them sheuer their clattering strings: Flying for succour to their danes caues. Hearken, thou shalt hear a noise Shall fill the aire with a shrilling sound, And thunder musicke to the gods aboue: Mars shall himsele breathe downe A peerelesse crowene vpon braue enuies head, And raise his chiuall with a lasting fame In this braue musicke Enuie takes delight, Where I may see them wallow in there blood, To spurne at armes and legges quite shiuered off, And heare the cries of many thousand slaine, How likst thou this my rll, this sport alone for mee Vaunt bloodie cure, nurt vp with tygers sapp, That so dost seeke to quaile a womans minde, Comedie is mild gentle, willing for to please, And seekes to gaine the loue of all estates Delighting in mith mixt all with louely ales And bringeth things with reble ioy to pase, Thou bloodie, Enuious, disdainer of mens ioye, Whose name is fraught with bloodie stratagemes, Dlights in nothing but in spoye and deah, Where blood, And Yet vaile thy mind, reuenge thou not on mee, A silly woman begs it at thy hands, Giue me the leaue to vtter out my play, Forbeare this place, I humblie craue thee hence, And mixe not death amongst pleasing comedies, That treats naught els but pleasure and delight. If any sparke of humaine rests in thee, Forbeare, be gon, tender the suite of mee. Why so I wil, forbearance shall be such As trble death shall crosse thee with despight, And make thee mourne where most thou ioiest, Turning thy mirth into a deadly dole: Whirling thy pleasures with a peale of death, And drench thy methodes in a sea of bloud: This will I doe, thus shall I beare with thee And more to vex thee with a deeper spite, I will with theates of bloud begin thy play: Fauoring thee with enuie and with hate.