Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy,
And with their Comoedies they make us cry.


Prologue - The Rehearsal (1671)


Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.

Our Poets make us laugh at Tragœdy, And with their Comoedies they make us cry.