The Prologue

Your Maiesty is welcome to a Fayre;Such place, such men, such language & such ware,You must expect: with these, the zealous noyseOf your lands Faction, scandaliz'd at toyes,As Babies, Hobby-horses, Puppet-playes,And such like rage, whereof the petulant wayesYour selfe haue knowne, and haue bin vext with long.These for your sport, without perticular wrong,Or iust complaint of any priuate man,(Who of himselfe, or shall thinke well or can)The Maker doth present: and hopes, to nightTo giue you for a Fayring, true delight.