[Enter Speaker of the Prologue.]

S. OF PROL. "From all that's near the court, from all that's great,

 Within the compass of the city-walls,

 We now have brought our scene------"

[CITIZEN leaps on the Stage.]

CIT. Hold your peace, goodman boy!

S. OF PROL. What do you mean, sir?

CIT. That you have no good meaning: this seven years there hath been plays at this house, I have observed it, you have still girds at citizens; and now you call your play "The London Merchant." Down with your title, boy! down with your title!

S. OF PROL. Are you a member of the noble city?

CIT. I am.

S. OF PROL. And a freeman?

CIT. Yea, and a grocer.

S. OF PROL. So, grocer, then, by your sweet favour, we intend no abuse to the city.

CIT. No, sir! yes, sir: if you were not resolved to play the