 | The Hogge hath Lost his Pearle |  |
THE PROLOGVE.
Ovr long time rumor'd Hogge, so often crostBy vnexpected accidents, and tost
From one house to another, still deceiuing
Many mens expectations, and bequeathing
To some lost labour, is at length got loose,
Leauing his seruile yoake sticke to the goose,
Hath a Knights licence, and may raunge at pleasure,
Spight of all those that enuy our Hogges treasure:
And thus much let me tell you, that our Swyne
Is not as diuers Crittickes did define,
Grunting at State affaires, or inuecting
Much, at our Citty vices; no, nor detecting
The pride, or fraude, in it, but were it now
He had his first birth, wit should teach him how
To taxe these times abuses, and tell some
How ill they did in running oft from home,
For to preuent (O men more hard then flint)
A matter that shall laugh at them in print:
Once to proceede in this play we were mindlesse,
Thinking we liu'd mongst Iewes that lou'd no swines flesh:
But now that troubles past, if it deserue a hisse,
(As questionlesse it wil through our amisse,)
Wise-men are still indu'd with patience,
Wee are not halfe so skild as strowling Players,
Who could not please heere as at Country faiers,
We may be pelted off for ought we know,
With apples, egges, or stones from thence belowe;
In which weele craue your friendship if we may,
And you shall haue a daunce worth all the play,
And if it proue so happy as to please,
Weele say tis fortunate like Pericles.
| The Hogge hath Lost his Pearle | |