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My Lord. I am not to put on my shape, before I have spoke the Prologue. And for that my Lord I yet want something. I want my Beaver-shoes, and Leather-Cap, To speak the Prologue in; which were appointed By your Lordship's own direction. Certes my Lord, it is a most apt conceit: The Comedy being the world turned upside-down, That the presenter wear the Capital Beaver Upon his feet, and on his head shoe-leather. My Lord we are corrected. Our far fetched Title over lands and seas, Offers unto your view antipodes. But what Antipodes now shall you see? Even those that foot to foot against London be, Because no Traveller that knows that state, Shall say we personate or imitate Them in our actions: For nothing can Almost be spoke, but some or other man, Takes it unto himself; and says the stuff, If it be vicious, or absurd enough. Was woven upon his back. Far, far be all That bring such prejudice mixed with their gall. This play shall no Satyric Timist be To tax or touch at either him or thee, That art notorious. 'Tis so far below Things in our orb, that do among us flow, That no degree, from Keyser to the Clown, Shall say this vice or folly was mine own. Here my Lord. Here my Lord. All my good Lord: and (in good sooth) I cannot enough applaud your honours quaint conceit in the design; so apt, so regular, so pregnant, so acute, and so (withal) poetice legiti mate, as I may say justly with Plautus — Nay not so well my exact Lord, but as they may, they shall. Exit. Then have you lost Actium ( I dare be bold to speak it) that Most of my coat could hardly imitate. 'Tis for my partly my Lord, Which is not all performed.