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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 13

Chapter 36: THE PROLOGUE TO THE KING AND QUEEN.
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An edited anthology gathers a range of early English stage plays presented in chronological order and accompanied by commentator annotations and new notes by W. Carew Hazlitt. The volume reproduces dramatis personae, act and scene divisions, and full texts of comedies and civic dramas that explore marital matches, social hypocrisy, debt and urban life, often through satirical character types and comic situations. Editorial material and transcriber notes contextualize language, performance practice, and textual variants, making the plays accessible for modern readers while preserving original stage directions and comic dialogue.


THE PROLOGUE TO THE KING AND QUEEN.

The Author, royal sir, so dreads this night,
As if for writing he were doom'd to th' sight;
Or else, unless you do protect his fame,
Y' had sav'd his play, and sentenc'd him to th' flame.
For though your name or power were i' th' reprieve,
Such works, he thinks, are but condemn'd to live.
Which for this place, being rescu'd from the fire,
Take ruin from th' advancement, and fall higher.
Though none, he hopes, sit here upon his wit,
As if he poems did, or plays commit;
Yet he must needs fear censure that fears praise,
Nor would write still, were't to succeed i' th' bays:
For he is not o' th' trade, nor would excel
In this kind, where 'tis lightness to do well.
Yet, as the gods refin'd base things, and some
Beasts foul i' th' herd grew pure i' th' hecatomb;
And as the ox prepar'd and crowned bull
Are offerings, though kept back, and altars full;
So, mighty sir, this sacrifice being near
The knife at Oxford, which y' have kindled here,
He hopes 'twill from you and the Queen grow clean,
And turn t' oblation, what he meant a scene.