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The Jealous Lovers

Randolph, Thomas (1605-1635)
  
THE JEALOUS LOVERS.
  
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To that compleat and noble Knight, Sir Kenellam Digbie.
  
To the truely noble Knight Sir Christopher Hatton.
  
To his honoured Friend, Mr. Anthony Stafford.
  
Colendissimo viro, & juris municipalis peritissimo, Magistro Richardo Lane.
  
To his deare friend, Thomas Riley.
  
Amico suo charissimo, ingeniosissimo, T. Randolpho, liberum de ejus Comœdia judicium.
  
To his dearest friend the Author, after he had revised his Comedie.
  
To his deare friend Mr. Thomas Randolph, on his Comedy called, The Jealous Lovers.
  
To his ingenuous friend, the Author, concerning his Comedy.
  
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Amico suo charissimo, ingeniosissimo, T. Randolpho, liberum de ejus Comœdia judicium.


Desert keeps close, when they that write by guesse,
Scatter their scribbles, and invade the presse.
Stage Poets ('tis their hard, yet common hap)
Break out like thunder, though without a clap.
Here 'tis not so; there's nothing now comes forth,
Which hath not for a licence its own worth.
No swagg'ring tearms, no taunts; for 'tis not right,
To think that onely toothsome which can bite.
See how the Lovers come in Virgin die,
And Rosie blush, ensignes of modestie,
Though once beheld by such with that content,
They need not fear others disparagement.
But I'le not tell their fortune, what e're't be,
Thou must needs know't, if skil'd in Palmestrie.
Thus much, where King applauds, I dare be bold
To say, 'Tis Pettie-treason to withhold.
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