COTTA.
Let all the traitor's titles be defaced.
TRIO.
His images and statues be pull'd down.
SENATOR.
Liberty! liberty! liberty! Lead on,
And praised be Macro, that hath saved Rome!
(Ibidem.)
Though need make many poets, and some such
As art and nature have not better'd much,
Yet ours for want hath not so loved the stage,
As he dare serve the ill customs of the age,
Or purchase your delight at such a rate,
As, for it, he himself must justly hate.
To make a child new-swaddled to proceed
Man, and then shoot up, in one beard and weed,
Past threescore years; or with three rusty swords,
And help of some few foot and half-foot words,
Fight over York and Lancaster's long jars....
He rather prays you will be pleas'd to see
One such to-day as other plays should be;
Where neither chorus wafts you o'er the seas,
Nor creaking throne comes down the boys to please,
Nor nimble squib is seen to make afear
The gentlewomen....
But deeds and language such as men do use....
You, that have so grac'd monsters, may like men.
(Every man in his humour, Prologue.)