Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 64 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 454 words
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i'faith I'll have Dancing at my wedding, whate'er comes on't. I beseech you, Polites, suffer not a servant through want to be lost, and come to an ignominious death. I (alas!) Polites, let Poeta obtain so much for Phantastes: that he may be servant to Melancholico and Musica. I yield unto it. And I trust I shall please my Master, and Mistress, beyond imagination. And now most honoured Citizens, when our aged and retired Prince Metaphysicus (whose Deputy only I am, and from whom, as from our Sovereign, we hold all we have) when, I say, he shall hear of these happy combinations, what a content may we conceive he will conceit at the report? and for yourselves, you may more easily enjoy your felicity, than I express it; and my endeavours also shall not receive a small encouragement, when the Royal bounty of his Majesty shall take notice, that these things were done by me. Poeta, you shall give me leave, for conclusion of my speech, to usurp two Verses, which I have heard you often speak. Judicious Hearers, you that apprehend What task it is to make the Arts descend To Popular cares; you whose pure judgement knows, How to distinguish between Art and Shows; Our Author now salutes. And does compare His Comedy unto his Theater; Where some play Arts, some Humours; and thus fits Himself, to all variety of wits. If any yet shall ask why he does bring A Hobby-horse, or such a nimble thing To raise an Ignorant laugh: It was his Art That said, This will express Phantastes part; And thus he Scorned and used it. He did fear Indeed, there was a People too, e'en Here. Therefore his Courteous Comedy did speak And act Some things to satisfy the Weak She Academics; and to make Them smile, Brought in Impostors, Gypsies, and such vile Pedlars of Arts: yet does he not from These Hope for a Tin-foiled glory: or so please Himself, by a Reflection. Here to stay, And in a Looking glass behold his play; Nor does he promise to himself, in high Conceit, a Saucy Immortality. Yet This he says: Let no man judge his Arts, But he that first can judge of All the Arts. But I forget one message; Fate of life! Poor Melancholico has lost his wife. For whilst, within, he on the Humours tended, Pure Music with the Arts to Heaven ascended. Which makes the poor man sad, that now he's grown Into a Dump, thus to be left Alone. Yet since he cannot call Her back again, He does entreat this grace he may obtain; That You would, to repair his Marriage bands, Create Another Musica with Your Hands.
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'Faith Ile haue Dancing at my wedding, what ere comes on't. I beſeech you, Polites, ſuffer not a ſeruant through want to be loſt, and come to an ignominious death. I (alas!) Polites, let Poeta obtayne ſo much for Phantaſtes: that hee may be ſeruant to Melancholico and Muſica. I yeeld vnto it. And I truſt I ſhall pleaſe my Maſter, and Miſtris, beyond imagination. And now moſt honour'd Citizens, when our aged and retired Prince Metaphyſicus (whoſe Deputie only I am, and from whom, as from our Soueraigne, wee hold all wee haue) when, I ſay, he ſhall heare of theſe happy combinations, what a content may we conceiue he wil conceit at the report? and for your ſelues, you may more eaſily enioy your felicitie, then I expreſſe it; and my endeuours alſo ſhall not receiue a ſmall encouragement, when the Royall bountie of his Maieſtie ſhall take notice, that theſe things were done by me. Poeta, you ſhall giue me leaue, for concluſion of my ſpeech, to vſurpe two Verſes, which I haue heard you often ſpeake. IVdicious Hearers, you that apprehend What taske it is to make the Artes deſcend To Popular cares; you whoſe pure iudgement knowes, How to diſtinguiſh betweene Arte and Showes; Our Author now ſalutes. And does compare His Comedie vnto his Theater; Where ſome play Artes, ſome Humors; and thus fits Himſelfe, to all variety of wits. If any yet ſhall aske why he does bring A Hobby-horſe, or ſuch a nimble thing To raiſe an Ignorant laugh: It was his Art That ſaid, This will expreſſe Phantaſtes part; And thus he Scorn'd and Ʋs'd it. He did feare Indeed, there was a People too, eu'n Here. Therefore his Courteous Comedie did ſpeake And act Some things to ſatisfie the Weake Shee Academickes; and to make Them ſmile, Brought in Impoſtors, Gypſies, and ſuch vile Pedlars of Artes: yet does he not from Theſe Hope for a Tin-foil'd glory: or ſo pleaſe Himſelfe, by a Reflection. Here to ſtay, And in a Looking glaſſe behold his play; Nor does he promiſe to himſelfe, in high Conceit, a Sawcy Immortalitie. Yet This he ſayes: Let no man iudge his Aarts, But he that firſt can iudge of All the Artes. But I forget one meſſage; Fate of life▪ Poore Melancholico has loſt his wife. For whilſt, within, he on the Humours tended, Pure Muſike with the Artes to Heau'n aſcended. Which makes the poore man ſad, that now hee's growne Into a Dump, thus to be left Alone. Yet ſince he cannot call Her backe againe, He does intreat this grace he may obtaine; That You would, to repaire his Marriage bands, Create Another Muſica with Your Hands.