The Careles Shepherdess A Tragi-Comedy |
The Prologue. TO Their Majesties at WHITE-HALL: |
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The Prologue. TO Their Majesties at WHITE-HALL:
Most gracious Sir,
Oft hath your Court the Forrests guilded o're,Making that glorious which was rude before.
You having greater power then Orpheus, now
Draw woods unto your Court each tree doth bow,
And homage pay: O may all Forrests be
As loyall to your Majesty, as we.
Enjoy these Sylvian sports, may they appear
Pleasing, as Hunting of the Noble Deer:
But let the Poet scape, may't be your will,
To frolique in the mirth, but not to kill.
So may he please you often: at first start,
Wound not his Play, and you'l make him a Hart.
Exit.
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