Our plays were certainly much worse,
For they had a brave hobby-horse,
Which did present unto his grace
A wondrous witty ambling pace:
But we were chiefly spoyl’d by that
Which was six hours of God knows what[49].
His lordship then was in a rage,
His lordship lay upon the stage,
His lordship cry’d, All would be marr’d:
His lordship lov’d a-life the guard,