Prologue To "the Mistakes." By Joseph Harris, Comedian, 1690. (written By Some Other.) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Enter Mr Bright	A
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Gentlemen we must beg your pardon here's no Prologue to be had	B
to day our new play is like to come on without a frontispiece	C
as bald as one of you young beaux without your periwig I left	D
our young poet snivelling and sobbing behind the scenes and	E
cursing somebody that has deceived him	F
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Enter Mr Bowen	G
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Hold your prating to the audience here is honest Mr Williams	C
just come in half mellow from the Rose Tavern He swears he is	C
inspired with claret and will come on and that extempore too	H
either with a prologue of his own or something like one Oh	I
here he comes to his trial at all adventures for my part I	J
wish him a good deliverance	C
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Exeunt Mr Bright and Mr Bowen	G
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Enter Mr Williams	C
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Save ye sirs save ye I am in a hopeful way	K
I should speak something in rhyme now for the play	K
But the deuce take me if I know what to say	K
I'll stick to my friend the author that I can tell ye	L
To the last drop of claret in my belly	L
So far I'm sure 'tis rhyme that needs no granting	M
And if my verses' feet stumble you see my own are wanting	M
Our young poet has brought a piece of work	N
In which though much of art there does not lurk	N
It may hold out three days and that's as long as Cork	O
But for this play which till I have done we show not	P
What may be its fortune by the Lord I know not	P
This I dare swear no malice here is writ	Q
'Tis innocent of all things even of wit	Q
He's no highflier he makes no sky rockets	C
His squibs are only levell'd at your pockets	C
And if his crackers light among your pelf	R
You are blown up if not then he's blown up himself	R
By this time I'm something recover'd of my fluster'd madness	C
And now a word or two in sober sadness	C
Ours is a common play and you pay down	S
A common harlot's price just half a crown	S
You'll say I play the pimp on my friend's score	T
But since 'tis for a friend your gibes give o'er	U
For many a mother has done that before	T
How's this you cry an actor write we know it	Q
But Shakspeare was an actor and a poet	V
Has not great Jonson's learning often fail'd	W
But Shakspeare's greater genius still prevail'd	W
Have not some writing actors in this age	X
Deserved and found success upon the stage	X
To tell the truth when our old wits are tired	Y
Not one of us but means to be inspired	Y
Let your kind presence grace our homely cheer	Z
Peace and the butt is all our business here	A2
So much for that and the devil take small beer	Z

John Dryden

Prologue To "the Mistakes." By Joseph Harris, Comedian, 1690. (written By Some Other.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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