Your praises are instructions to mine ears, servant. Host. Lights! get us several lights! But hear my vision sung, my dream of beauty, And light us all to bed, 'twill be instead EPILOGUE. Plays in themselves have neither hopes nor fears; With a true poet. He could have haled in TO ANOTHER EPILOGUE THERE WAS, MADE FOR THE PLAY, IN THE POET'S DEFENCE, A jovial host, and lord of the New Inn, If, as it is, at first we had call'd her Prue, well, Had she been christen'd Joyce, Grace, Doll, or THE JU INDIGNATION THE AUTHOR TOOK AT THE VULGAR CENSURE OF HIS PLAY, COME leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Indicting and arraigning every day, Something they call a play. ODE Run on and rage, sweat, censure and condemn; Say that thou pour'st them wheat, "Twere simple fury still thyself to waste To offer them a surfeit of pure bread, If they love lees, and leave the lusty wine, FF No doubt some mouldy tale, As the shrieve's crusts, and nasty as his fish- Thrown forth, and raked into the common tub, For who the relish of these guests will fit, And much good do't you then: Can feed on orts; and, safe in your stage-clothes, The stagers and the stage-wrights too, your peers, With their foul comic socks, Wrought upon twenty blocks; [enough, Which if they are torn, and turu'd, and patch'd The gamesters share your gilt, and you their stuff. COME leave this saucy way Of baiting those that pay Dear for the sight of your declining wit: That a sale poet, just contempt once thrown, I wonder by what dower, Or patent, you had power From all to rape a judgment. Let 't suffice, 'Tis known you can do well, As a Translator: But when things require Not kindled heretofore by others pains; And art to strike the white, Yet if men vouch not things apocryphal, You bellow, rave, and spatter round your gall. Jug, Pierce, Peck, Fly, and all Your jests so nominal, Are things so far beneath an able brain, As they do throw a stain Through all th' unlikely plot, and do displease Where, yet, there is not laid Discourse so weigh'd as might have serv'd of old Ere taught so bold assuming of the bays, To rail men into approbation, Is new to yours alone; Can be disdainful; and who dares to prove Leave then this humour vain, Then if you please those raptures high to touch, And but forbear your crown, No doubt from all you may amazement draw, AN ANSWER TO BEN JONSON'S ODE, TO PERSUADE HIM NOT TO LEAVE THE STAGE. (BY T. RANDOLPH.) BEN, do not leave the stage, For pride and impudence will grow too bold, They frighted thee; stand high as is thy cause, So thou for them, and they for thee were born, Will't thou engross thy store Because their bacon-brains have such a taste, No! set them forth a board of dainties, full Thou canst not find them stuff, To please their palates: let 'em them refuse, For some Pye-Corner Muse; She is too fair an hostess, 'twere a sin For them to like thine Inn: 'Twas made to entertain Guests of a nobler strain ; Yet if they will have any of thy store, Why should the scene be mute, 'Cause thou canst touch thy lute, And string thy Horace? let each Muse of nine Claim thee, and say, Thou'rt mine. 'Twere fond to let all other flames expire, To sit by Pindar's fire: For by so strange neglect, I should myself suspect, The palsy were as well thy brain's disease, Give them some scraps, and send them from thy If they could shake thy Muse which way they TO BEN JONSON, UPON OCCASION OF HIS ODE OF DEFIANCE ANNEXED TO HIS PLAY OF THE NEW INN. (BY T. CAREW.) 'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastizing hand Nor think it much (since all thy eaglets may This hath the stronger wing, or that doth shine, To call thy births deform'd? but if thou bind, In equal shares thy love on all thy race, Souls into all, they are not all alike. Draw from thy pen such an immodest rage, As seems to blast thy else-immortal bays, Such thirst will argue drought. No, let be hurl'd Of vulgar breath, trust thou to after days: 2 FF2 ODE TO BEN JONSON, UPON HIS ODE TO HIMSELF. PROCEED in thy brave rage, Which hath rais'd up our stage (BY J. CLEVELand.) Unto that height, as Rome in all her state, Whose greatest senators did silent sit, Against his supposed fault; And did digest the salt That from that full vein did so freely flow: The Graces jointly strove to make that breast We must not make thee less Than Aristophanes : He got the start of thee in time and place, But if thou make thy feasts And that a cloud of shadows shall break in, To think that thou shouldst equally delight Thou art our whole Menander, and dost look If thou thy full cups bring Out of the Muses' spring, And there are sonie foul mouths had rather drink Out of the common sink; There let them seek to quench th' hydropic thirst, That Fame shall bear on her unwearied wing, Till the swoln humour burst. What the best Poet sung of the best King. Enter Master PROBEE and Master DAMPLAY, met by a Boy of the house. Boy. What do you lack, gentlemen, what is't you lack any fine fancies, figures, humours, characters, ideas, definitions of lords and ladies ? Waiting-women, parasites, knights, captains, courtiers, lawyers ? what do you lack ? Pro. A pretty prompt boy for the poetic shop! Dam. And a bold! Where's one of your masters, sirrah, the poet ? Boy. Which of them, sir ? we have divers that drive that trade, now; poets, poetaccios, poetasters, poetitos Dam. And all haberdashers of small wit, I presume; we would speak with the poet of the day, boy. Boy. Sir, he is not here. But I have the dominion of the shop, for this time, under him, and can shew you all the variety the stage will afford for the present. Pro. Therein you will express your own good parts, boy. Dam. And tie us two to you for the gentle office. Pro. We are a pair of public persons (this gentleman and myself) that are sent thus coupled unto you, upon state-business. Boy. It concerns but the state of the stage, I hope. Dam. O, you shall know that by degrees, boy. No man leaps into a business of state, without fording first the state of the business. Pro. We are sent unto you, indeed, from the people. Boy. The people which side of the people? Dam. The venison side, if you know it, boy. Boy. That's the left side. I had rather they had been the right. Pro. So they are. Not the faces, or grounds of your people, that sit in the oblique caves and : wedges of your house, your sinful siapenny mechanics Dam. But the better and braver sort of your people, plush and velvet outsides! that stick your house round like so many eminences Boy. Of clothes, not understandings! they are at pawn. Well, I take these as a part of your people though; what bring you to me from these people? Dam. You have heard, boy, the ancient poets had it in their purpose, still to please this people. Pro. Ay, their chief aim was Dam. Populo ut placerent: if he understands, so much. Boy. Quas fecissent fabulas.-I understand that since I learn'd Terence, in the third form at Westminster: go on, sir. Pro. Now, these people have employed us to you, in all their names, to entreat an excellent play from you. Dam. For they have had very mean ones from this shop of late, the stage as you call it. Boy. Troth, gentlemen, I have no wares which I dare thrust upon the people with praise. But this, such as it is, I will venture with your people, your gay gallant people: so as you, again, will undertake for them, that they shall know a good play when they hear it; and will have the conscience and ingenuity beside to confess it. Pro. We'll pass our words for that; you shall have a brace of us to engage ourselves. Boy. You'll tender your names, gentlemen, to our book then? Dam. Yes; here's master Probee, a man of most powerful speech. and parts to persuade. Pro. And master Damplay will make good all he undertakes. |