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THE PROLOGVE, AS it was spoken before the KING.
Doe not expect strong Lines, nor Mirth, though theyIustly the Towne-wits, and the Vulgar sway:
What hope haue we then that our Play can please
This more Iudicious Presence, wanting these?
We haue a hope (the Author sayes) this Night
Loue in our weaknesse shall expresse his might.
He in each Noble brest himselfe will place;
The Subiect being all Loue then, must finde grace:
Yes you may say, if it bee well exprest,
Else loue doth censure him from out our brest:
Thus what he hop'd should helpe him, if he erre
In the expression, turues his Censurer.
I for the Author stand, and in his Name
Doe here renounce the glory or the shame
Of this Nights worke: Great Loue, this Play is thine,
Worke Miracles, and shew thy selfe Diuine;
Change these rude lines into a sweet smooth Straine,
Which were the weake effects of a dull Braine:
If in this Prologue Contradictions moue,
That best expresses: it was writ by Loue.
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