Prologue To "the King And Queen."[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBB CCC DEE BBB FFF GGG HHH DDD CCC III DDD JJJ HHH DDD| UPON THE UNION OF THE TWO COMPANIES IN | A |
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| Since faction ebbs and rogues grow out of fashion | B |
| Their penny scribes take care to inform the nation | B |
| How well men thrive in this or that plantation | B |
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| How Pennsylvania's air agrees with Quakers | C |
| And Carolina's with Associators | C |
| Both even too good for madmen and for traitors | C |
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| Truth is our land with saints is so run o'er | D |
| And every age produces such a store | E |
| That now there's need of two New Englands more | E |
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| What's this you'll say to us and our vocation | B |
| Only thus much that we have left our station | B |
| And made this theatre our new plantation | B |
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| The factious natives never could agree | F |
| But aiming as they call'd it to be free | F |
| Those playhouse Whigs set up for property | F |
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| Some say they no obedience paid of late | G |
| But would new fears and jealousies create | G |
| Till topsy turvy they had turn'd the state | G |
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| Plain sense without the talent of foretelling | H |
| Might guess 'twould end in downright knocks and quelling | H |
| For seldom comes there better of rebelling | H |
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| When men will needlessly their freedom barter | D |
| For lawless power sometimes they catch a Tartar | D |
| There's a damn'd word that rhymes to this call'd Charter | D |
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| But since the victory with us remains | C |
| You shall be call'd to twelve in all our gains | C |
| If you'll not think us saucy for our pains | C |
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| Old men shall have good old plays to delight them | I |
| And you fair ladies and gallants that slight them | I |
| We'll treat with good new plays if our new wits can write them | I |
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| We'll take no blundering verse no fustian tumour | D |
| No dribbling love from this or that presumer | D |
| No dull fat fool shamm'd on the stage for humour | D |
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| For faith some of them such vile stuff have made | J |
| As none but fools or fairies ever play'd | J |
| But 'twas as shopmen say to force a trade | J |
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| We've given you tragedies all sense defying | H |
| And singing men in woful metre dying | H |
| This 'tis when heavy lubbers will be flying | H |
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| All these disasters we well hope to weather | D |
| We bring you none of our old lumber hither | D |
| Whig poets and Whig sheriffs may hang together | D |
John Dryden
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