The Prologue to the King's Majesty
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, scandalized at toys,
As Babies, Hobbyhorses, Puppet-plays,
And such like rage, whereof the petulant ways
Yourself have known, and have been vexed 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 tonight
To give you, for a Fairing, true delight.