Ascends the dusty theatre of the world,...
... my tortured spleen
Melts into mirthful humour at this fate,
That heaven is hung so high, drawn up so far,
And made so fast, nailed up with many a star;
And hell the very shop-board of the earth,...
... And now that I have vaulted up so high
Above the stage-rails of this earthen globe,
I must turn actor and join companies.
Rails are shown in the late Roxana and Messallina engravings of indoor stages.