The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 11 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.81 · 482 words
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These miracles would please, I assure you: and take the People! For there be of the People, that will expect miracles, and more than miracles from this Pen. Do they think this Pen can juggle? I would we had Hokospokos for 'em than; your People, or Travitanto Tudesko. Who's that Boy? Another Juggler, with a long name. Or that your expectors would be gone hence, now, at the first Act; or expect no more hereafter, than they understand. Why so my peremptory Jack? My name is Iohn, indeed— Because, who expect what is impossible, or beyond nature, defraud themselves. Nay, there the Boy said well: They do defraud themselves indeed. And therefore, Mr. Damplay, unless like a solemn Justice of wit, you will damn our Play, unheard, or unexamined; I shall entreat your Mrs. Madam Expectation, if she be among these Ladies, to have patience, but a pissing while: give our Springs leave to open a little, by degrees: A Source of ridiculous matter may break forth anon, that shall steep their temples, and bathe their brains in laughter, to the fomenting of Stupidity itself, and the awaking any velvet Lethargy in the House. Why do you maintain your Poet's quarrel so with velvet, and good clothes, Boy? we have seen him in indifferent good clothes, ere now. And may do in better, if it please the King (his Master) to say Amen to it, and allow it, to whom he acknowledgeth all. But his clothes shall never be the best thing about him, though; he will have somewhat beside, either of human letters, or severe honesty, shall speak him a man though he went naked. He is beholden to you, if you can make this good, Boy. Himself hath done that, already, against Envy. What's your name Sir? or your Country? Iohn Try-gust my name: A Cornish youth, and the Poet's Servant. West-country breed, I thought, you were so bold. Or rather saucy: to found out your palate, Mr. Damplay, Faith we do call a Spade, a Spade, in Cornwall. If you dare damn our Play, i'the wrong place, we shall take heart to tell you so. Good Boy. SWeet Mistress, pray you be merry: you are sure To have a husband now. I, if the store Hurt not the choice. Store is no sore, young Mistress, My mother is want to say. And she'll say wisely, As any mouth i' the Parish. Fix on one, Fix upon one, good Mistress. At this call, too, Here's Mr. Practice, who is called to the Bench Of purpose. Yes, and by my Lady's means— 'Tis thought to be the man. A Lawyer's wife. And a fine Lawyer's wife. Is a brave calling. Sweet Mistress Practice! Gentle Mistress Practice! Fair, open Mistress Practice! I, and close, And cunning Mrs. Practice! I not like that, The Courtiers is the neater calling. Yes, My Lady Silkworm.
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Theſe miracles would pleaſe, I aſſure you: and take the People! For there be of the People, that will expect miracles, and more then miracles from this Pen. Doe they thinke this Pen can juggle? I would we had Hokospokos for 'hem then; your People, or Travitanto Tudesko. Who's that Boy? Another Juggler, with a long name. Or that your expectors would be gone hence, now, at the firſt Act; or expect no more hereafter, then they underſtand. Why ſo my peremptory Jack? My name is Iohn, indeed— Becauſe, who expect what is impoſſible, or beyond nature, defraud themſelves. Nay, there the Boy ſaid well: They doe defraud themſelves indeed. And therefore, Mr. Damplay, unleſſe like a ſolemne Juſtice of wit, you will damne our Play, unheard, or unexamin'd; I ſhall intreat your Mrs. Madam Expectation, if ſhee be among theſe Ladies, to have patience, but a piſſing while: give our Springs leave to open a little, by degrees: A Source of ridiculous matter may breake forth anon, that ſhall ſteepe their temples, and bathe their braines in laughter, to the fomenting of Stupiditie it ſelfe, and the awaking any velvet Lethargy in the Houſe. Why doe you maintaine your Poëts quarrell ſo with velvet, and good clothes, Boy? wee have ſeene him in indifferent good clothes, ere now. And may doe in better, if it pleaſe the King (his Maſter) to ſay Amen to it, and allow it, to whom hee acknowledgeth all. But his clothes ſhall never be the beſt thing about him, though; hee will have ſomewhat beſide, either of humane letters, or ſevere honeſty, ſhall ſpeak him a man though he went naked. Hee is beholden to you, if you can make this good, Boy. Himſelfe hath done that, already, againſt Envy. What's your name Sir? or your Countrey? Iohn Try-guſt my name: A Corniſh youth, and the Poëts Servant. Weſt-countrey breed, I thought, you were ſo bold. Or rather ſawcy: to find out your palate, Mr. Damplay, Faith we doe call a Spade, a Spade, in Cornewall. If you dare damne our Play, i'the wrong place, we ſhall take heart to tell you ſo. Good Boy. SWeet Miſtris, pray you be merry: you are ſure To have a husband now. I, if the ſtore Hurt not the choiſe. Store is no ſore, young Miſtris, My mother is wont to ſay. And ſhee'l ſay wiſely, As any mouth i' the Pariſh. Fixe on one, Fixe upon one, good Miſtris. At this call, too, Here's Mr. Practiſe, who is call'd to the Bench Of purpoſe. Yes, and by my Ladies meanes— 'Tis thought to be the man. A Lawyers wife. And a fine Lawyers wife. Is a brave calling. Sweet Miſtris Practiſe! Gentle Miſtris Practiſe! Faire, open Miſtris Practiſe! I, and cloſe, And cunning Mrs. Practiſe! I not like that, The Courtiers is the neater calling. Yes, My Lady Silke-worme.