Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 496 words
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WHat of the Game, called Chess-play can be made To make a Stage-Play, shall this day be played. First, you shall see the men in order set, States, and their Pawns, when both the sides are met: The Houses well distinguished: In the Game Some men entrapped, and taken to their shame, Rewarded by their Play: And in the Close You shall see checkmate given to virtue's Foes. But the fairest jewel, that our hopes can deck, Is, so to play our Game, t'avoid your Check. HA? where? what Angle of the world is this; That I can neither see the politic face, Nor with my refined nostrils taste the footsteps, Of any of my Disciples, sons and heirs As well of my designs, as institutions, I thought they'd spread over the World by this time, Covered the earth's face, and made dark the land, Like the Egyptian Grasshoppers, Here's too much light appears, shot from the eyes Of Truth and Goodness, never yet deflowered: Sure they were never here, then is their Monarchy Unperfect yet: A just reward I see For their ingratitude so long to me, Their father and founder; 'Tis not five years since I was saluted by'em, Where slept my honour all the time before? Could they be so forgetful to canonize Their prosperous Institutor, when they had saluted They found no room in all their calendar To place my name, that should have removed Princes, Pulled the most eminent Prelates by the roots up, For my dear coming, to make way for me, Let's every petty martyr, and Saint Homile, Roch, Main, and Petronel, itch, and Ague curers, Your Abbess Alde-gund, and Cuney-gund; The Widow Marcell, Person Policary, Sislie and Vrslie, all take place of me; And but for the Bissextile, or Leap-year; And that's but one in three, I fall by chance, Into the nine and twentieth day of February: There were no room else for me; see their love, Their conscience too, trust me a lame Soldier In-to-Leape-yeare: My wrath's up, and methinks I could with the first syllable of my name, Blow up their Colleges: up Error, awake Father of supererogation rise: It is Ignatius calls thee, Loyola. What have you done? oh I could sleep in ignorance Immortality, the slumber is so pleasing. I saw the bravest setting for a game now, That ever my eye fixed on. Game: what Game? The noblest Game of all, A Game at Chess, Betwixt our side, and the White House, the men set In their just order, ready to go to it. Were any of my sons placed for the Game? Yes: and a daughter too, a secular daughter That plays the Black queen's pawn, he the Black Bishops. If ever power cold show a mastery in thee, Let it appear in this, 'Tis but a Dream, A vision you must think. I care not what, So I behold the Children of my cunning, And see what rank they keep,
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VVHat of the Game, cald Cheſſe-play can be made To make a Stage-Play, ſhall this day be plaid. Firſt, you ſhall ſee the men in order ſet, States, and their Pawnes, when both the ſides are met: The Houſes well diſtinguiſh't: In the Game Some men entrapt, and taken to their ſhame, Rewarded by their Play: And in the Cloſe You ſhall ſee Checque-Mate giuen to Vertues Foes. But the fair'ſt Iewell, that our hopes can decke, Is, ſo to play our Game, t'auoid your Checke. HA? where? what Angle of the world is this; That I can neither ſee the politicke face, Nor with my refined noſtrells taſte the foot-ſteps, Of any of my Diſciples, ſonnes and heires As well of my deſignes, as inſtitutions, I thought they'd ſpread ouer the World by this time, Couered the earths face, and made darke the land, Like the Egyptian Graſſe-hoppers, Here's too much light appeares, ſhot from the eyes Of Truth and Goodneſſe, neuer yet defloured: Sure they were neuer here, then is their Monarchy Vnperfect yet: A iuſt reward I ſee For their ingratitude ſo long to mee, Their father and founder; 'Tis not fiue yeares ſince I was ſaluted by'em, Where ſlept my honour all the time before? Could they be ſo forgetfull to cannonize Their proſperous Inſtitutor, when they had ſaluted They found no roome in all their Kallender To place my name, that ſhould haue remoued Princes, Puld the moſt eminent Prelates by the rootes vp, For my deare comming, to make way for me, Lets euerie pettie martire, and Saint Homile, Roch, Main, and Pecronel, itch, and Ague curers, Your Abbeſſe Alde-gund, and Cuney-gund; The Widdow Marcell, Perſon Policary, Siſlie and Vrſe, all take place of me; And but for the Biſſextile, or Leape-yeare; And that's but one in three, I fall by chance, Into the nine and twenteth day of February: There were no roome elſe for me; ſee their loue, Their conſcience too, truſt me a lame Souldier In-to-Leape-yeare: My wrath's vp, and me thinkes I could with the firſt ſyllable of my name, Blow vp their Colledges: vp Error, awake Father of Superogation riſe: It is Ignatius calls thee, Loyolla. What haue you done? oh I could ſleep in ignorance Immortality, the ſlumber is ſo pleaſing. I ſaw the braueſt ſetting for a game now, That euer my eie fixt on. Game: what Game? The nobleſt Game of all, A Game at Cheſse, Betwixt our ſide, and the White Houſe, the men ſet In their iuſt order, ready to goe to it. Were any of my ſonnes plac't for the Game? Yes: and a daughter too, a ſecular daughter That plaies the Black Queenes pawne, he the Black Biſhops. If euer power cold ſhew a maiſterie in thee, Let it appeare in this, 'Tis but a Dreame, A viſion you muſt thinke. I care not what, So I behold the Children of my cuuning, And ſee what ranke they keepe,