Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 485 words
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Command me kill a Python, or recall The Lion or the Crabb: thou art too modest In thy requests; 'tis done, and for to add A greater honour to this day, behold I will recall those few spent minutes too Which have run out since I appeared, I'll back, And fetch new rays that amorous Valentine, This morning may brighter than ever shine. Ha ha he, here be fine feats. (I hope we shall have a ballad made o''nt before night) ha ha he, the Sun must lay aside all his business, & be at leisure (forsooth) to fetch back St Valentine's day for them, ha ha he. In faith Gentlemen I pity ye, y'are like to have a goodly Comedy here, Plautus his Captives translated, or some such thing I warrant ye: why your Poet cannot endure a woman; and there are likely to be sweet raptures where the Muse is not amorous and sanguine. But let me see, now I think o''nt, I'll go fetch him out to ye, & ye shall laugh at him most miserably, & the Ladies too; troth do, he deserves it. He has hired me this Valentine's morning, (for so ye must suppose it) to lead him out hoodwinked with a black scarf, into the fields, because he would not see a woman. But Gods me! what have I forgot? I should have had mine ears stretched for it if I had missed it. Ye must suppose the Scene too to be here in England at a country village. Some low homely slight stuff 'twill be, I doubt: pray heavens he does not hear me. And here's another dainty absurdity too (which I care not much if I tell ye) concerning their clothes, which as far transcend the condition of the persons, as the court does the country. But that they hope the Court will excuse, for had it not been here, they had been forced (they say) to keep the true decorum. But to my charge whom I left at the door, till I had discovered whether the coast were clear. Come sir, now you may venture, you have a prospect as barren as an eunuch's chin.— O me! why he's run away. I'll be whipped if he has not smelled out my plot of exposing him to your view.— But here comes the Prologue, he perhaps brings some news of him; I'll leave ye to censure his legs and cringes. MOst sacred Majesties, if ye do wonder, To be saluted by an aged Prologue, Know that upon these temples I do weave An Emblem of our Mother's fate, who since She has in expectation of your presence Numbered the tedious moments, is grown old: For each expecting minute that has passed Has seemed an hour, and every hour a year. But will ye see what power ye retain? we by your presence are made young again.
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Command me kill a Python, or recall The Lion or the Crabb: thou art too modeſt In thy requeſts; tis done, and for to add A greater honour to this day, behold I will recall thoſe few ſpent minutes too Which haue runn out ſince I appear'd, I'le back, And fetch new rayes that amorous Valentine, This morning may brighter then euer ſhine. Ha ha he, here be fine feats. (I hope we ſhall haue a ballad made o'nt before night) ha ha he, the Sun muſt lay aſide all his buſines, & be at leaſure (forſooth) to fetch back St Valentines day for thē, ha ha he. In faith Gentlemen I pity ye, y'ar like to haue a goodly Comoedy here, Plautus his Captiues tranſlated, or ſome ſuch thing I warrant ye: why your Poet cannot endure a woman; and there are likely to be ſweet raptures where the Muſe is not amorous and ſanguine. But let me ſee, now I think o'nt, Ile go fetch him out to ye, & ye ſhall laugh at him moſt miſerably, & the Ladies too; troth do, he deſerues it. He has hired me this Valentines morning, (for ſo ye muſt ſuppoſe it) to lead him out hood-winkt with a black ſcarf, into the fields, becauſe he would not ſee a woman. But Gods me! what haue I forgot? I ſhould haue had mine eares ſtretch'd for it if I had miſs'd it. Yee muſt ſuppoſe the Scene too to be here in England at a country village. Some low homely ſlight ſtuffe 'twill be, I doubt: pray heavens he does not heare me. And here's an other dainty abſurdity too (which I care not much if I tell yee) concerning their cloathes, which as far tranſcend the condition of the perſons, as the court does the country. But that they hope the Court will excuſe, for had it not bin here, they had bin forc'd (they ſay) to keepe the true decorum. But to my charge whom I left at the doore, till I had diſcover'd whether the coaſt were cleare. Come ſir, now you may venture, you haue a proſpect as barren as an Eunuches chin.— O me! why hee's run away. I'le be whipt if he has not ſmelt out my plot of expoſing him to your view. — But heere comes the Prologue, he perhaps brings ſome newes of him; I'le leaue yee to cenſure his legs and cringes. MOſt ſacred Majeſties, if yee doe wonder, To be ſaluted by an aged Prologue, Know that upon theſe temples I doe weae An Embleme of our Mothers fate, who ſince Shee has in expectation of your preſence Numbed the tedious moments, is growne old: For each expecting minute that has paſs'd Has ſeem'd an hower, and every hower a yeare. But will yee ſee what power yee retaine? Wee by your preſence are made young againe.