 | The Noble Gentleman |  |
The Prologue.
Wit is become an anticke: and puts onAs many shapes of variation,
To court the times applause, as the times dare,
Change severall fashions, nothing is thought rare
Which is not new and follow'd, yet we know,
That what was worne some twenty yeare agoe,
Comes into grace againe, and we pursue
That custome, by presenting to your view
A play in fashion then, not doubting now
But 'twill appeare the same, if you allow
Worth to their noble memory, whose name,
Beyond all power of death live in their fame.
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