The Tragedy of Chrononhotonthologos Being The most Tragical Tragedy, that ever was Tragediz'd by any Company of Tragedians |
PROLOGUE. Spoken by Mr. W. MILLS.
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PROLOGUE. Spoken by Mr. W. MILLS.
To Night our comic Muse the Buskin wears,And gives her self no small Romantic Airs;
Struts in Heroics, and in pompous Verse,
Does the minutest Incidents rehearse;
In Ridicule's strict Retrospect displays,
The Poetasters of these modern Days:
When the big bellowing Bombast rends our Ears,
Which stript of Sound, quite void of Sense appears:
Or when the Fiddle Faddle Numbers flow,
Serenely dull, Elaborately low:
Either Extreme, when vain Pretenders take,
The Actor suffers for the Author's sake.
The quite tir'd Audience lose whole Hours, yet pay
To go un-pleas'd and un-improv'd away:
This being our Scheme, we hope you will excuse
The wild Excursion of the wanton Muse;
Who out of Frolic wears a mimic Mask,
And sets herself so whimsical a Task:
'Tis meant to please, but if it should offend,
It's very short, and soon will have an End.
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