(=C=) THE | TRAGEDY | OF | THIERRY | King of _France_, and his Brother | THEODORET. | As it was diverse times acted at the _Blacke-Friers,_ _by the Kings Majesties_ | Servants. | Written by | FRACIS BEAMONT. AND JOHN FLETCHER Gent. | _LONDON_, | Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_, and are to be sold at | his Shop at the _Princes Armes_ in St. _Pauls_ | Church-yard. 1649. [The following lines are printed from the edition of 1649] The Prologue to _Thierry_ and _Theodoret_. _Wit is become an Antick; and puts on_ _As many shapes of variation,_ _To court the times applause, as the times dare_ _Change severall fashions; nothing is thought rare_ _Which is not new and follow'd; yet we know_ _That what was worne some twenty yeares agoe_ _Comes into grace againe, and we pursue_ _That custome, by presenting to your view_ _A Play in fashion then, not doubting now_ _But 'twill appeare the same, if you allow_ _Worth to their noble memories, whose names_ _Beyond all power of death live in their fames._ The Epilogue. _Our Poet knowes you will be just; but we_ _Appeale to mercy: he desires that ye_ _Would not distast his Muse, because of late_ _Transplanted; which would grow here if no fate_ _Have an unluckie bode: opinion_ _Comes hither but on crutches yet, the sun_ _Hath lent no beame to warme us; if this play_ _Proceed more fortunate, wee'll crowne the day_ _And Love that brought you hither: 'tis in you_ _To make A Little Sprig of Lawrell grow,_ _And spread into a Grove where you may sit_ _And here soft Stories, when by blasting it_ _You gain no honour, though our ruines Lye_ _To tell the spoyles of your offended eye:_ _If not for what we are, (for alas, here_ _No_ Roscius _moves to charme your eyes or ear)_ _Yet as you hope hereafter to see Playes._ _Incourage us, and give our Poet Bayes._ _Dramatis Personæ._ _Thierry_, King of France _Theodoret_, his Brother Prince of _Austrachia_ _Martell_, their noble Kinsman _Devitry_, an honest Souldier of fortune _Protuldy_, } _Bawdher_, } Cowardly Panders. _Lecure_, } A Priest A Post Huntsmen Souldiers Doctors _Brunhalt_, Mother to the Princes _Ordella_, the matchlesse wife of _Thierry_ _Memburges_, Daughter of _Theodoret_. _The Scene France._ p. =1=, l. 5. D] _Bawdher_ l. 25. A-D] women. p. =2=, l. 1. A] promises l. 5. A] shewes vm l. 6. A] multiplyes vm l. 30. A-C] Courts a this D] Nile, have l. 37. A-C] _Theod._ ... impudence, | And ... mother | Brought ... it | p. =3=, l. 20. D] womam l. 32. B-D] bedders. l. 33. A-C] _Portalyde_ D] _Protalyde_ p. =4=, l. 4. B-D] swetness l. 8. A] am I thus rewarded? B and C] am I thus rewarded, l. 37. A-C] I am p. =5=, l. 8. D] _Bawdher_ l. 26. D] long she l. 28. D] unlikt