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<A RANDOLPH><T ARISTIPPUS> <S PRAELUDIUM> Shewes hauing beene long intermitted, and forbidden by Authority for their abuses, could not be raysed but by coniuring. ((Enter Prologue in a Circle.)) <S PROLOGUE> 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 . . .
