Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.74 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights not me? To think, my Lord, if you delight not in Man, what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receive from you: we coated them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you Service. He that plays the King shall be welcome; his Majesty shall have Tribute of me: the adventurous Knight shall use his Foil and Target: the Lover shall not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in peace: the Clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled o' th' sear: and the Lady shall say her mind freely; or the blank Verse shall halt for't: what Players are they? Even those you were wont to take delight in the Tragedians of the City. How chances it they travail? their residence both in reputation and profit was better both ways. I think their Inhibition comes by the means of the late Innovation? Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the City? Are they so followed? No indeed, they are not. How comes it? do they grow rusty? Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wont pace; But there is Sir an airy of Children, little Yases, that cry out on the top of question; and are most tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the fashion, and so be-ratled the common Stages (so they call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are afraid of Goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither. What are they Children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the Quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards if they should grow themselves to common Players (as it is like most if their means are not better) their Writers do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their own Succession. Faith there has been much to do on both sides: and the Nation holds it no sin, to tar them to Controversy. There was for a while, no money bid for argument, unless the Poet and the Player went to Cuffs in the Question. Is't possible? Oh there has been much throwing about of Brains. Do the Boys carry it away? I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too. It is not strange: for mine Uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my Father lived; give twenty, forty, an hundred Ducats a piece, for his picture in Little. There is something in this more than Natural, if Philosophy could find it out. There are the Players. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsonower: your hands, come: The appurtenance of Welcome, is Fashion and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garb, left my extent to the Players (which I tell you must show fairly outward) should more appear like entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my Uncle Father, and Aunt Mother are deceived. what my dear Lord? I am but mad North, North-West: when the Wind is Southerly, I know a Hawk from a Handsaw. Well be with you Gentlemen.
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Why did you laugh, when I ſaid, Man delights not me? To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man, what Lenton entertainment the Players ſhall receiue from you: wee coated them on the way, and hither are they comming to offer you Seruice. He that playes the King ſhall be welcome; his Maieſty ſhall haue Tribute of mee: the aduenturous Knight ſhal vſe his Foyle and Target: the Louer ſhall not ſigh gratis, the humorous man ſhall end his part in peace: the Clowne ſhall make thoſe laugh whoſe lungs are tickled a' th' ſere: and the Lady ſhall ſay her minde freely; or the blanke Verſe ſhall halt for't: what Players are they? Euen thoſe you were wont to take delight in the Tragedians of the City. How chances it they trauaile? their reſidence both in reputation and profit was better both wayes. I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes of the late Innouation? Doe they hold the ſame eſtimation they did when I was in the City? Are they ſo follow'd? No indeed, they are not. How comes it? doe they grow ruſty? Nay, their indeauour keepes in the wonted pace; But there is Sir an ayrie of Children, little Yaſes, that crye out on the top of queſtion; and are moſt tyrannically clap't for't: theſe are now the faſhion, and ſo be-ratled the common Stages (ſo they call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraide of Gooſe-quils, and dare ſcarſe come thither. What are they Children? Who maintains 'em? How are they eſcoted? Will they purſue the Quality no longer then they can ſing? Will they not ſay afterwards if they ſhould grow themſelues to common Players (as it is like moſt if their meanes are not better) their Writers do them wrong, to make them exclaim againſt their owne Succeſſion. Faith there ha's bene much to do on both ſides: and the Nation holds it no ſinne, to tarre them to Controuerſie. There was for a while, no mony bid for argument, vnleſſe the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in the Queſtion. Is't poſſible? Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of Braines. Do the Boyes carry it away? I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too. It is not ſtrange: for mine Vnckle is King of Denmarke, and thoſe that would make mowes at him while my Father liued; giue twenty, forty, an hundred Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little. There is ſomething in this more then Naturall, if Philoſophie could finde it out. There are the Players. Gentlemen, you are welcom to Elſonower: your hands, come: The appurtenance of Welcome, is Faſhion and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garbe, left my extent to the Players (which I tell you muſt ſhew fairely outward) ſhould more appeare like entertainment then yours. You are welcome: but my Vnckle Father, and Aun Mother are deceiu'd. hat my deere Lord? but mad North, North-Weſt: when the Winde is Southerly know a Hawke from a Handſaw. Well be with you Gentlemen.