Shakespeare, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · at University unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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My lord, we have done all the best we could, To wring from him the cause of all his grief, But still he puts us off, and by no means Would make an answer to that we exposed. Yet was he something more inclined to mirth Before we left him, and I take it, He hath given order for a play to night, At which he craves your highness company. With all our heart, it likes us very well: Gentlemen, seek still to increase his mirth, Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open, And we unto yourselves will still be thankful. In all we can, be sure you shall command. Thanks gentlemen, and what the Queen of Denmark May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want. we'll once again unto the noble Prince. Thanks to you both: Gertred you'll see this play. My lord I will, and it joys me at the soul He is inclined to any kind of mirth. Madame, I pray be ruled by me: And my good Sovereign, give me leave to speak, We cannot yet find out the very ground Of his distemperance, therefore I hold it meet, if so it please you, Else they shall not meet, and thus it is. What is't Corambis? Mary my good lord this, soon when the sports are done, Madam, send you in haste to speak with him, And I myself will stand behind the Arras, There question you the cause of all his grief, And then in love and nature unto you, he'll tell you all: My Lord, how think you on't? It likes us well, Gerterd, what say you? With all my heart, soon will I send for him. Myself will be that happy messenger, Who hopes his grief will be revealed to her. Pronounce me this speech trippingly a the tongue as I taught thee, Mary and you mouth it, as a many of your players do I'd rather hear a town bull bellow, Then such a fellow speak my lines. Nor do not saw the air thus with your hands, But give every thing his action with temperance. O it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig fellow, To tear a passion in totters, into very rags, To split the ears of the ignoraut, who for the Most part are capable of nothing but dumb shows and noises, I would have such a fellow whipped, for o'er doing, termagant It out, Herodes Herod. My Lord, we have indifferently reform that among us. The better, the better, mend it all together: There be fellows that I have seen play, And heard others commend them, and that highly too, That having neither the gate of Christian, Pagan, Nor Turk, have so strutted and bellowed, That you would a thought, some of Nature's journeymen Had made men, and not made them well, They imitated humanity, so abominable: Take heed, avoid it. I warrant you my Lord.
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My lord, we haue done all the best we could, To wring from him the cause of all his griefe, But still he puts vs off, and by no meanes Would make an answere to that we exposde. Yet was he something more inclin'd to mirth Before we left him, and I take it, He hath giuen order for a play to night, At which he craues your highnesse company. With all our heart, it likes vs very well: Gentlemen, seeke still to increase his mirth, Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open, And we vnto your selues will still be thankefull. In all wee can, be sure you shall commaund. Thankes gentlemen, and what the Queene of Denmarke May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want. Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince. Thanks to you both: Gertred you'l see this play. My lord I will, and it ioyes me at the soule He is inclin'd to any kinde of mirth. Madame, I pray be ruled by me: And my good Soueraigne, giue me leaue to speake, We cannot yet finde out the very ground Of his distemperance, therefore I holde it meete, if so it please you, Else they shall not meete, and thus it is. What i'st Corambis? Mary my good lord this, soone when the sports are done, Madam, send you in haste to speake with him, And I my selfe will stand behind the Arras, There question you the cause of all his griefe, And then in loue and nature vnto you, hee'le tell you all: My Lord, how thinke you on't? It likes vs well, Gerterd, what say you? With all my heart, soone will I send for him. My selfe will be that happy messenger, Who hopes his griefe will be reueal'd to her. Pronounce me this speech trippingly a the tongue as I taught thee, Mary and you mouth it, as a many of your players do I'de rather heare a towne bull bellow, Then such a fellow speake my lines. Nor do not saw the aire thus with your hands, But giue euery thing his action with temperance. O it offends mee to the soule, to heare a robustious periwig fellow, To teare a passion in totters, into very ragges, To split the eares of the ignoraut, who for the Most parte are capable of nothing but dumbe shewes and noises, I would haue such a fellow whipt, for o're doing, tarmagant It out, Herodes Herod. My Lorde, wee haue indifferently reformed that among vs. The better, the better, mend it all together: There be fellowes that I haue seene play, And heard others commend them, and that highly too, That hauing neither the gate of Christian, Pagan, Nor Turke, haue so strutted and bellowed, That you would a thought, some of Natures journeymen Had made men, and not made them well, They imitated humanitie, so abhominable: Take heede, auoyde it. I warrant you my Lord.