The libertine prologue

chapter 1

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The Libertine Prologue

London in the 1670s - Charles II is on the throne, Nell Gwynn is in his bed, and the theatre and sexual promiscuity are flourishing.

With all the wit, flair and bawdiness of a Restoration Comedy, this brilliant play is both historical romp and incisive critique of an age of excess. Made famous through the film of the same name starring Johnny Depp and John Malkovich, this is the first major stage production in the UK since its London premiere.

Martin Hutson as Rochester
Elexi Walker as The Woman

Filmed and edited by Toad's Caravan

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Prologue:
Allow me to be frank at the commencement, you will not like me!
the gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled.
You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on.
Ladies, an announcement, I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or and opinion it is bone hard medical fact,.
I put it round you know and you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it, don't!
it is a deal of trouble for you, and it you are far better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than it would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats.
Gentlemen, do not despair, I am up for that as well. Still your cheesy erections till I've had my say.
And later when you shag and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you, and I will know if you have let me down.
I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads.
Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder.
Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed?
Or did he know something more profound?
Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter out heads with at the shining, livelong moment?
that is it, that is my prologue, nothing in rhyme no protestentations of modesty; you were not expecting that I hope.
I am John Wilmot , second earl of Rochester and I do not want you to like me!

epilogue:
So here he lies, at the last, the deathbed covert,, the pious debauchee.
Could not dance half a measure could i?
You give me wine and I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world.
You show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms
There I go shuffling from the world.
My dribble fresh upon the bible.
I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing.
Well, do you like me now?, do you like me now?, do you like me.. now?