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A80707	Covent Garden drolery, or A colection [sic] of all the choice songs, poems, prologues, and epilogues, (sung and spoken at courts and theaters) never in print before. Written by the refined'st witts of the age. And collected by A.B.	A. B.	1672 (1672)	Wing C6624AB; ESTC R230960	31,777	116

have scap'd to day But from the heard I singled out his Play Then Heigh along with me Both great and small you Poets of the Town And Nell will love you or to run him down Prologue to Horace spoken by the Dutches of Munmouth at Court VVHen Honour flourish'd ere for price 't was sold ' When Rome was poor and undebauch'd with gold That vertue which should to the world give law First under Kings its Infant breath did draw And Horace who his Soveraigns Champion fought Its first example to republiques taught Honour and Love the Poets dear delight The field in which all Modern Muses fight Where gravely Rhyme debates what 's just and f And seeming contradictions pass for witt Here in their native purity first grew E're they th' Adulterate arts of Stages knew This Martial story which through France did come And there was wrought in great Corneliu's Toom Orinda's matchless Muse to Britain brought And Forreign Verse our English Accents taught So soft that to our shame we understand They could not fall but from a Ladies hand Thus while a Woman Horace did translate Horace did rise above a Roman Fate And by our Ladies he mounts higher yet VVhile he is spoke above what he is writ But his tryumphant Honours are to come When mighty Prince he must receive your Doom From all besides our Actors have no fear Censure and Wit are beauties Vassals here And should they with Rebellion tempt their rage Our Basilisks could shout 'em from the Stage But that their Fate would be two great to dye By bright Sabina's or Camilla's Eye SONG SInce Cloris you my passion know And every look my Love does show Since Intrest which so long did Sway To your soft Rule at last gives way A Slave to all the motions of your will Why would you ha' me Pine and Languish still I know you cannot love to see The many pains that torture me When at your Feet my self I lay You alwayes turn your Eyes away Beauty a softness from its nature takes Which cannot look upon the Wounds it makes In scorn you can no pleasure find For constant Love perverts your mind Nor do you think while thus to one You give your charming self alone Much of your youth and beauty needs must wast For there 's no one can half their sweetness tast When you hereafter wiser grow And further joyes in Love shall know With what regret will you repent The time you 've in unkindness spent Trust me a thousand times you 'l wish in vain To call those slighted Minutes back again Prologue to a reviv'd Play OLd Playes like Mistresses long since enjoy'd Long after please whom they before had cloy'd For fancy schews the Cudd on past delight And cheats it self to a new appetite But then this second fitt comes not so strong Like second Agues neither fierce nor long What you have known before grows sooner stale And less provokes you then an untold tale That but refreshes what before you knew But this discovers something which is new Hence 't is that at new Playes you come so soon Like Bride-grooms hott to go to bed ere noone Or if you are detaind some little space The stincking Footman's sent to keep your place But when a Play 's reviv'd you stay and dine And drink till three and then come dropping in As Husband after absence wait all day And desently for Spowse till bed time stay So ere the brethren's liberall fit was spent The first wise Nonconformist under went VVith ease and battend in imprisoment For greater gains his zeal refus'd the less Each day to him was worth a Diocess But he who now in hopes of equal gain Will needs be Pris'ner tryes the trick in vain He melts in durance half his Grease away To get like us poor twenty Pounds a day To my friend Master Tho. St. Serf BEfore we saw thy Play dear Tom we thought No Scotish Merchandize was worth the fraught But we will trust thy Countrymen no more For you we see grow rich as we grow poor You get the Bayes while we get only Mocks As you got Prizes while we got but Knocks We thought none Playes but what were English made That wit like Wool had been our staple trade But thou hast found the trick as others do Us with our own materials to undoe Henceforth we 'l have a privy search decreed For every errant Muse that passes Tweed A file of Covenanters shall stop thee there And search thy Pack for Anti kirkall ware Once like a Pedler they have heard thee brag How thou didest cheat their sight and save thy crag VVhen to the great Montross under pretence O● godly bakes thou broughtst intelligence But hear ye as a friend let me advise Trust not too far that national disguise If thou art caught no wit Grotisque can bribe em They 'l never spare a man that so can gibe em Nor is' t the int'rest of us English Poets To suffer any but our selves to grow wits To show great Nature in Heroique story Or in the Comique Power and Flame and Glory Once and a way we let you make us merry With the rare vertues of the Coffee Berry But shall grow jealous of your Muse and hate her When we are hector'd on our own Threater And if a second time you tread our Stage We with the Kirk against you must ingage As two weak States when they have struggled long Unite against a third that grows too strong Epilogue spoken by the Lady Mary Mordont before the King and Queen at Court to the faithfull Shepheardess VVHen Princes in distress would peace implore They first take care to chose th' Ambassadour And think him fittest for a charge so great VVho best can please that King with whom they treat Our Play they threaten'd with a tragique Fate I Sir am chose for this affair of State And hope what ever errors we confess You 'l pardon to the young Ambassadress If not though now these little Ladies are In no condition to maintain a Warr Their beauties will in time grow up so strong That on your Court they may revenge the wrong Prologue to Alburnazar TO say this Commedy pleas'd long a go Is not enough to make it pass you now Yet gentlemen your Ancestors had witt VVhen few men censurd and fewer writ And Iohnson of those few the best chose this And the best modell of his master piece Subtle was got by our Albumazar That Alchamist by this Astrologer Here he was fashion'd and I should suppose He likes my fashion well that wears my Cloaths But Ben made nobly his what he did mould What was anothere's Lead became his Gold Like an unrighteous Conquerer he raigns Yet rules that well which he unjustly gains But this our age such Authors does afford As make whole Playes and yet scarce write a word VVho in this Anarchy of witt rob all And what 's their Plunder their Possession call VVho like bold Padders scorn by

't 5. Well this rub of fortune is over but stay They call for a Reckning there 's six Pence to pay Now mark how damn'd fortune these Strowlers do's cozen They Pawn all their stock to pay the half dozen 6. But promising th' Host that he should Tricket free See their Plays every day and his whole family He releases e'm straight and now all the rabble Marcht up to go lye in their Play-house a Stable 7. This fortunate stable had Faggots in it Which serv'd to seat all the House but the Pit For that was more decently spread I confess With straw to secure 'em from horse dung and piss 8. Now he that sate here had much the better place He broke not his neck though he wetted his Ar For by th' ill succe●●ve disposure of th' other Folks saw and they tumbled too one ore another 9. I confess they had never a Scene at all They wanted no copy they had th' original For the windowes being down and most part of the roof How could they want Scenes when they had prospect enough 10. Now will we suppose that Monday is come And the Play is proclaymed by beat of a Drum Faith now you are supposing let it be Tuesday morn For of Monday I know no more then the child unborn 11. It s said that they Acted not upon Monday Something was wanting and so they lost one day They send unto London what 's lacking is gotten And so on the next day wy'e all things did cotten 12. The Prizes they took were a Londoners groat A Gentlemans size but his skipkennels pot The Townsmen they let in for drink and good chear The School boys for peace and the Seamen for fear 13. On Tuesday at three a clock I was we'e 'em I kist their doorkeeper and went into see 'em Being enter'd an Actor straight brought me a stool Hee 'd a held my cloak too but I wa'nt such a fool 14. The first that appear'd when I was come in With her train to her ankles was who but the Queen She civilly made me a curtsy and straight Retired to sit on her Fagots of state 15. Then in came the King with a Murtherous mind Gainst his new married Queen which when I did find I call'd him a side and whispering in 's Ear Desired him to fetch me a Flagon of Bear 16. There 's twelve pence said I take the rest for your pains Your Servant said he Sir sweet Mr. Haines His Majesty faith I must needs say was civil For he took up his Heels and ran for 't like a Devil 17. Mean time I addrest my self to his Bride And took her into the tireing House side A hay loft it was which at a dead lift Instead of a better serv'd then for a shift 18. But mark the Fate of her Civility The Players did rant both at her and me And therefore because for fear she 'd be lack'd I ordred the Drummer to beat a long Act. 19. He beat and he beat but no Queen appear'd He beat till at length the house was all clear'd By my Troath a sad loss but to make e'm amends I threw e'm a Crown and we were all Friends And so this Renowned History ends SONG 1. Maid CHaron Charon come away Bring forth thy Boat and Oare That I poor Maid may make no stay But Row me to some Shore 2. Charon VVho cal's on Charon in such hast As if they suffer'd Pain I carry none but pure and Chast Such as true Love hath Slain 3. Maid Oh! carry me within thy Boat I 'le tell thee a true Love's Tale With sigh's so deep when as we float Shall serve us for a Gale 4. Charon I Come I come sweet Soul I come Thy Beauty does so charm me Come in my Boar take there a Room Nor Wind nor Rain shall harm thee 5. Maid And now I am within thy Boat I 'le sing thee a true Love Song My Eyes shall shed a Sea of Waves To float our Boat along 6. Charon But what 's become of those hard hearts That Virgins did not pitty They live within Virginia parts VVhere Pluto built his City A Song SInce we poor slavish Women know Like men we cannot pick and chuse To him we like why say we no And both our time and labour lose By our put off's and fain'd delayes A Lovers appetite we pall And if too long the Youngsters stays His stomack 's gon for good and all 2. Or our impatient amorous Guest Unknown to us away may steal And rather then stay for a Feast Take up with some course ready Meale VVhen oppertunity is kind Let prudent women be so two And if the man be to her mind Be sure she do not let him go 3. The match soon made is happiest still For Love has only there to do Let no one Marry gainst her will But stand off when her Parents woe And to the Suitor be not coy For they whom Joynture can obtain To let a Fop her bed injoy Is but a lawful VVench for gain HOw many Lovers Poetry has got No mistress by so many Rivals saught And sure to be so courted shee 's the first That was so very poor and very curst All her enjoyments too is but a name Yet coy of that nor safe in her own Fame The vain Gallants that unto Poetry Or women do pretend in this agree Each thinks his Mistriss sure and in despite Though he ner'e hopes to gain her swears he might Another Damme Lover with a smile Cry's I could have her were it worth the while Say's tother would I court this Rich ming dame Gad I could shew the world both salt and flame One line should Not be high and th' other sinking But Iac and Tom Pox take em keep me drinking Against such censurers we do declare Before they plead they should be cal'd to 'th Barr. To Judges places these ought not to rise That for degrees have done no exercise For some who did pretend to the most wit Have not made out their claims when they have writ By those contentions should not sure be saught When their own titles are in question brought Those judges he allowes whose claims are clear For those he thinks are few and less severe SONG 1. IN few words I 'le describe a Fanatick knave That snarles and knowes not what he would have Pray mark but the tricks of this prick ear'd slave Which no body can deny 2. Hee 'd kill his King to preserve his cause Hang honest men in defence of the Law 's And this he saies is a legal cause Which no body c. 3. He flyes from the scripture and stands to the Word Protests the Gospel must come in by the Sword But that the Devil is his good Lord Ther 's no body can deny 4. He prayes by the spirit two hours at least And spends in edification the rest With an Evil spirit he is possest Which no body can deny 5. His Text you shall find