PROLOGUE.

Your Majesty is welcome to a Fair; Such place, such men, such language, and such ware You must expect: with these, the zealous noise Of your land’s faction, scandalised at toys, As babies, hobby-horses, puppet-plays, And such-like rage, whereof the petulant ways Yourself have known, and have been vext with long. These for your sport, without particular wrong, Or just complaint of any private man, Who of himself, or shall think well, or can, The maker doth present: and hopes, to-night To give you for a fairing, true delight.