<A RANDOLPH><T ARISTIPPUS>
Shewes hauing beene long intermitted, and
forbidden by Authority for their abuses, could
not be raysed but by coniuring.
((Enter Prologue in a Circle.))
Be not deceiu'd, I haue no bended knees,
No supple tongue, nor speeches steep'd in Oyle,
No Candied flattery, nor honied words,
I come an armed Prologue arm'd with arts,
Who by my sacred charmes and mystique skill,
By virtue of this all-commanding Wand
Stolne from the sleepy Mercury, will raise
From black Abysse and sutty Hell, that mirth
Which fits this learned round. Thou long-dead Show
Breake from thy Marble prison, sleepe no more
In myrie darknesse, henceforth I forbid thee
To bath in Lethe's muddy waues, ascend
As bright as morning from her Tithons bed,
And red with kisses that haue stayn'd thy cheeke,
Grow fresh againe: What? is my power contemned?
Dost thou not heare my call whose power extends
To blast the bosome of our mother Earth?
To remoue heauens whole frame from o . . .