If thou dislik’st the Piece thou light’st on first;
Thinke that of All, that I have writ, the worst:
But if thou read’st my Book unto the end,
And still do’st this, and that verse, reprehend:
O Perverse man! If All disgustfull be,
The Extreame Scabbe take thee, and thine, for me.
Robert Herrick, “To the Soure Reader” (courtesy of Hannah Farber)

Set in 1801, just before the Louisiana Purchase brought New Orleans under the thumb of Washington, “A Free Man of Color” starts out as a bawdy Restoration-style comedy of bad manners in which the Big Easy is portrayed as a prelapsarian Eden to whose richer citizens the concept of racial prejudice is as alien as the shadow of sexual guilt. Even though he’s black, Jacques Cornet is well-heeled enough to have slaves of his own, and the fact that he is so wealthy and attractive (Mr. Guare describes him as “a dazzling piece of work”) insulates him from the common plight of his fellow blacks. The first act, in which his sexual misadventures are catalogued in frenzied detail, plays like a 10-door farce salted with so many laughs that you won’t have time to catch your breath.