The Tragedic Comical Historie of Buffy the Slayer of the Vampyres

Prologue

   

[Enter Chorus of demons]

1

Demon Chorus

Two households, both alike in dignity
In fair Sunnydale, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where uncivil blood makes uncivil hands unclean.

2  

A kingdom for a stage, Slayers to act
And vampires to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Buffy, like herself,
Assume the port of Athene; and at her heels,
Leash'd in like Scoobies, should Hand, Heart and Mind
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of Hell? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques

That did affright the air at Hellish mouth?
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide one vampire,
And make imaginary puissance;
Think when we talk of demons, that you see them
Printing their proud claws i' the screaming earth;
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our Slayer,
Carry her here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

[Exit Demon Chorus]

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