 | The Nice Valovr, or The Passionate Mad-man |  |
The Prologue at the reviving of this Play.
It 's growne in fash'on of late in these dayes,To come and beg a sufferance to our Playes;
Faith Gentlemen our Poet ever writ
Language so good, mixt with such sprightly wit,
He made the Theatre so soveraigne
With his rare Scænes, he scorn'd this crowching veine:
We stabb'd him with keene daggers when we pray'd
Him write a Preface to a Play well made.
He could not write these toyes; 'twas easier farre,
To bring a Felon to appeare at th'Barre,
So much he hated basenesse; which this day,
His Scænes will best convince you of in's Play,
| The Nice Valovr, or The Passionate Mad-man | |