Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.82 · 480 words
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Now is the time of pardon. Ye happy maids, Your love in spite of all tempestuous seas, Is safe arrived, and harbours in his ease, And all those storms have got but this at last, To sweeten present joys with sorrows past. Blessed Olinda, thou hast got a love Equal to heaven, and next to highest Ioue. Glaucilla, thy loss thou now dost full recover. Ah you have found (too seldom found) a lover. Then do not her too rigorously reprove, For loving those whom you yet better love. For us, we judge not of your hard intent, But reckon your joys fatal instrument. Yet this her penance: Cosma, mark thy censure, Whom most thou shouldest love, thou shalt love never Dote thou on dotards, they shall hold thee ever: The best and wisest never shall respect thee, Thou only fools, fools only shall affect thee. Loose now those prisoners; so forward to the temple. Ha brave judge, now Mistress mine, I must confess. This charm begins to work already, I love this fool, and dote upon him more, Than ever upon any man before: Well, I must be content thus to be cursed And yet of lovers, fools are not the worst. For howsoever boys do hoot and flout them, The best and wisest oft have fools about them. I and many a fool's babble too, I warrant them. Sweet heart, shall we go to bed? What, in the morning? Morning? 'tis night. Thou art a fool indeed, seest not the sun? Why that's a candle or the moon, I prithee let's go to bed. Content; no time unfit for play, Love knows no difference 'twixt night and day. Nay, all the play's done, gentles, you may go, I have another play within to do. Riddle me, Riddle me, what's that? My play is work enough; my work is play, I see to work i'th' night, and rest i'th' day: Since then my play and work is all but one, Well may my play begin, now yours is done. AS in a Feast, so in a Comedy, Two senses must be pleased in both the eye, In feasts, the eye and taste must be invited, In Comedies, the eye and ear delighted: And he that only seeks to please but either, While both he doth not please, he pleaseth neither. whatever feast could every guest content, When as t'each man each taste is different? But less a Scene, where nought but as 'tis newer, Can please, where guests are more, and dishes fewer: Yet in this thought, this thought the Author eased, Who once made all, all rules, all never pleased. fain would we please the best, if not the many, And sooner will the best be pleased then any: Our rest we set in pleasing of the best, So wish we you, what you may give us: Rest.
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Now is the time of pardon. Ye happie maids, Your loue in spight of all tempestuous seas, Is safe arriu'd, and harbors in his ease, And all those stormes haue got but this at last, To sweeten present ioyes with sorrowes past. Blessed Olinda, thou hast got a loue Equall to heauen, and next to highest Ioue. Glaucilla, thy losse thou now dost full recouer. Ah you haue found (too seldome found) a louer. Then doe not her too rigorously reproue, For louing those whom you yet better loue. For vs, we iudge not of your hard intent, But reckon your ioyes fatall instrument. Yet this her penance: Cosma, marke thy censure, Whom most tho shouldest loue, thou shalt loue neuer Dote thou on dotards, they shall hold thee euer: The best and wisest neuer shall respect thee, Thon onely fooles, fooles onely shall affect thee. Loose now those prisoners; so forward to the temple. Ha braue Iudge, now Mistris mine, I must confesse. This charme begins to worke already, I loue this foole, and doate vpon him more, Then euer vpon any man before: Well, I must be content thus to be curst And yet of louers, fooles are not the worst. For howsoeuer boyes doe hoote and flout them, The best and wisest oft haue fooles about them. I and many a fooles bable too, I warrant the. Sweete heart, shall we goe to bedde? What, in the morning? Morning? tis night. Thou art a foole indeede, seest not the sunne? Why that's a candle or the moone, I prethee let's goe to bed Content; no time vnfit for play, Loue knowes no difference twixt night and day. Nay, all the play's done, gentles, you may goe I haue another play within to doe. Riddle me, Riddle me, what's that? My play is worke enough; my wrke is play, I see to worke i'th' night, and rest 'ith' day: Since then my play and worke is all but one, Well may my play begin, now yours is done. AS in a Feast, so in a Comedy, Two seces must be pleasd in both the eye, In feasts, the eye and taste must be inuited, In Comedies, the ey and are delighted: And he that onely seekes to please but eyther, While both he doth not please, he pleaseth neyther. What euer feast could euery guest content, When a t'eah man each taste is different? But lesse a Scene, where nought but as 'tis newer, Can please, where guests are more, and dishes fewer: Yet in this thought, this thought the Author easd, Who once made all, all rules, all neuer pleasd. Fain would we please the best, if not the many, And sooner will the best be pleasd then any: Our rest we set in pleasing of the best, So wih we you, what you may giue vs: Rest.