The prologve and epilogve to a comedie presented at the entertainment of the Prince, His Highnesse, by the schollars of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge in March last, 1641 / by Francis Cole.
         Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
      
       
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             The prologve and epilogve to a comedie presented at the entertainment of the Prince, His Highnesse, by the schollars of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge in March last, 1641 / by Francis Cole.
             Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
          
           7 p. : ill.
           
             Printed for James Calvin,
             London :
             1642.
          
           
             In verse.
             Reproduction of original in Thomason Collection, British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
         eng
      
       
         
           Roundheads -- Anecdotes.
           Great Britain -- Religion -- 17th century.
        
      
    
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           THE
           PROLOGVE
           AND
           EPILOGVE
           TO
           A
           COMEDIE
           ,
           
             PRESENTED
             ,
          
           At
           the
           Entertainment
           of
           the
           Prince
           His
           Highnesse
           ,
           by
           the
           Schollers
           of
           Trinity
           Colledge
           in
           
             March
          
           last
           ,
           1641.
           
        
         
           By
           FRANCIS
           COLE
           .
        
         
           
             LONDON
             :
          
           Printed
           for
           Iames
           Calvin
           ,
           1642.
           
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           THE
           PROLOGUE
           .
        
         
           WHo
           sayes
           the
           Times
           do
           Learning
           disallow
           ?
        
         
           'T
           is
           false
           :
           'T
           was
           never
           honoured
           more
           then
           now
           .
        
         
           When
           you
           appear
           (
           great
           Prince
           )
           the
           Night
           is
           done
           ,
        
         
           You
           are
           our
           Morning
           Starre
           ;
           shall
           be
           our
           Sunne
           .
        
         
           But
           our
           Scean
           's
           
             London
          
           now
           ,
           and
           by
           the
           Rout
        
         
           We
           perish
           ,
           if
           the
           
             Round-heads
          
           be
           about
           .
        
         
           For
           now
           no
           Ornament
           ,
           the
           head
           must
           wear
        
         
           No
           Bayes
           ,
           no
           Myter
           ,
           scarce
           so
           much
           as
           hair
           ▪
        
         
           How
           can
           a
           Play
           passe
           safely
           ?
           when
           we
           know
        
         
           
             Cheap-side
             Crosse
          
           fals
           ,
           for
           making
           but
           a
           show
           .
        
         
           Our
           only
           hope
           is
           this
           ,
           that
           (
           it
           may
           be
           )
        
         
           A
           Play
           may
           passe
           ,
           't
           was
           made
           
             ex
             tempore
             .
          
        
         
           Though
           other
           Arts
           poor
           and
           neglected
           grow
           ,
        
         
           They
           'l
           admit
           Poesie
           ,
           which
           was
           ever
           so
           .
        
         
           But
           we
           contemn
           the
           fury
           of
           these
           dayes
           ,
        
         
           And
           scorn
           as
           much
           their
           Censure
           ,
           as
           their
           praise
           .
        
         
           Our
           Muse
           (
           blest
           Sir
           )
           doth
           now
           on
           you
           rely
           ,
        
         
           'T
           would
           gladly
           live
           ;
           but
           not
           refuse
           to
           die
           .
        
         
         
           Accept
           our
           hearty
           zeal
           ,
           a
           thing
           that
           's
           plaid
        
         
           Ear't
           was
           a
           play
           ,
           and
           acted
           ere
           t'
           was
           made
           :
        
         
           Our
           Ignorance
           ,
           but
           our
           duty
           too
           we
           show
           ,
        
         
           I
           would
           all
           ignorant
           people
           would
           do
           so
           .
        
         
           At
           other
           times
           expect
           our
           wit
           or
           Art
           ,
        
         
           The
           Comedy
           is
           acted
           by
           the
           heart
           .
           
        
      
       
       
         
           THE
           EPILOGVE
           .
        
         
           THe
           Play
           great
           Sir
           ,
           is
           done
           ,
           it
           needs
           must
           fear
           ,
        
         
           Though
           you
           brought
           all
           your
           mercies
           here
           ▪
        
         
           It
           may
           offend
           your
           Highnesse
           ,
           we
           have
           now
        
         
           Three
           hours
           done
           Treason
           here
           for
           ought
           we
           know
           ;
        
         
           But
           powr
           your
           Grace
           ,
           can
           above
           Nature
           give
           ,
        
         
           I
           ,
           can
           give
           power
           to
           make
           Abortives
           live
           .
        
         
           In
           which
           if
           our
           bold
           wishes
           should
           be
           crost
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           but
           the
           life
           of
           one
           poor
           week
           that
           's
           lost
           :
        
         
           Though
           it
           should
           fall
           beneath
           your
           potent
           scorn
           ,
        
         
           Scarce
           can
           it
           dye
           more
           quickly
           then
           t'
           was
           born
           ▪
        
         
           
             The
             Eccho
             .
          
           
             NOw
             Eccho
             on
             what
             's
             Religion
             grounded
             ?
          
           
             Round-head
             .
          
           
             Whos
             's
             its
             Professor
             most
             considerable
             ?
          
           
             Rable
             .
          
           
           
             How
             do
             these
             prove
             themselves
             to
             be
             the
             godly
             ?
          
           
             Odly
             .
          
           
             But
             they
             in
             life
             are
             known
             to
             be
             the
             Holy
             ,
          
           
             O
             lye
             .
          
           
             Who
             are
             these
             Preachers
             Men
             ,
             or
             
               Women-Common
               ?
            
          
           
             Common
             .
          
           
             Come
             they
             from
             any
             Vniversitie
             ?
          
           
             Citie
             .
          
           
             Do
             they
             not
             Learning
             from
             their
             Doctrine
             sever
             ?
          
           
             Ever
             .
          
           
             Yet
             they
             pretend
             that
             they
             do
             edifie
             ,
          
           
             O
             fie
             .
          
           
             What
             do
             you
             call
             it
             then
             ?
             to
             fructifie
             :
          
           
             I.
          
           
             What
             Church
             have
             they
             ,
             and
             what
             Pulpits
             ?
          
           
             Pits
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             in
             Chambers
             the
             Conventickle
             ,
          
           
             Tickle
             .
          
           
             The
             godly
             Sisters
             shrewdly
             are
             belyed
             ,
          
           
             Bellied
             .
          
           
             The
             godly
             number
             then
             will
             soon
             transcend
             ,
          
           
             End
             .
          
           
             As
             for
             the
             Temples
             they
             with
             zeal
             embrace
             them
             ,
          
           
             Race
             them
             .
          
           
             VVhat
             do
             they
             make
             of
             Bishops
             Hierarchy
             ?
          
           
             Archie
             .
          
           
             Are
             Crosses
             ,
             Images
             Ornament
             ,
             their
             scandall
             .
          
           
             All
             .
          
           
             Nor
             will
             they
             leave
             us
             any
             Ceremonies
             ?
          
           
             Monies
             .
          
           
             Must
             even
             Religion
             down
             for
             satisfaction
             ?
          
           
             Faction
             .
          
           
           
             How
             stand
             they
             affected
             to
             the
             government
             Civill
             ?
          
           
             Evill
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             the
             King
             ,
             they
             say
             they
             are
             most
             Loyall
             ,
          
           
             Lye
             all
             .
          
           
             Then
             God
             keep
             King
             and
             State
             ,
             from
             these
             same
             men
             .
          
           
             AMEN
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS