Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.78 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Did you! I appeal to all these gentlemen whether you did or no? Come, it pleases you to cast a strange look on't now; but 'twill not serve. Fore God but it must serve: and therefore speak your Prologue. And I do, let me die poisoned with some venomous hiss, and never live to look as high as the twopenny room again. He has put you to it, sir. 'Sdeath, what a humorous fellow is this? Gentlemen, good faith I can speak no Prologue, howsoever his weak wit has had the fortune to make this strong use of me here before you: but I protest; Come, come, leave these fustian protestations: away, come, I cannot abide these gray-headed ceremonies. Boy, fetch me a glass, quickly, I may bid these gentlemen welcome; give 'em a health here: I marl'e whose wit 'twas to put a Prologue in you'd sackbut's mouth: they might well think he'd be out of tune, and yet you'd play upon him too. Hang him dull block. O good words, good words, a well-timbered fellow, he would ha' made a good column and he had been thought on when the house was a building. O art thou come? well said: give me; boy, fill, so: here's a cup of wine sparkles like a diamond. Gentlewomen, (I am sworn to put them in first) and Gentlemen, a round, in place of a bad Prologue, I drink this good draft to your health here, Canarie, the very elixir and spirit of wine: this is that our Poet calls Castalian liquour, when he comes abroad (now and then) once in a fortnight, and makes a good meal among Players, where he has Caninum appetitum: mary at home he keeps a good Philosophical diet, beans and buttermilk: an honest pure rogue, he will take you off three, four, five of these one after another, and look villainously when he has done, like a one-headed Cerberus (he do' not hear me I hope) and then (when his belly is well balanced, and his brain rigged a little) he sails away withal, as though he would work wonders when he comes home: he has made a play here, & he calls it; Every man out of his Humour: 'sblood and he get me out of the humour he has put me in, I'll ne'er trust none of his tribe again, while I live: Gentles, all I can say for him, is, you are welcome. I could wish my bottle here amongst you: but there's an old rule; No pledging your own health: mary if any here be thirsty for it, their best way (that I know) is, sit still, seal up their lips, and drink so much of the play in at their ears. What may this fellow be, Cordatus?
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Did you! I appeale to all these gentlemen whether you did or no? Come, it pleases you to cast a strange looke on't now; but 'twill not serue. Fore God but it must serue: and therefore speake your Prologue. And I doe, let me die poyson'd with some venemous hisse, and neuer liue to looke as high as the two-pennie roome againe. He has put you to it, sir. Sdeath, what a humorous fellow is this? Gentlemen, good faith I can speake no Prologue, howsoeuer his weake wit has had the fortune to make this strong vse of me here before you: but I protest; Come, come, leave these fustian protestations: away, come, I cannot abide these gray-headed ceremonies. Boy, fetch me a glasse, quickly, I may bid these gentlemen welcom; giue 'hem a health here: I marl'e whose wit 'twas to put a Prologue in you'd sackbuts mouth: they might well thinke hee'ld be out of tune, and yet you'ld play vpon him too. Hang him dull blocke. O good words, good words, a well-timberd fellow, he would ha' made a good columne and he had been thought on when the house was a building. O art thou come? well said: giue me; boy, fill, so: here's a cup of wine sparkles like a diamond. Gentlewomen, (I am sworne to put them in first) and Gentlemen, a round, in place of a bad Prologue, I drinke this good draught to your health here, Canarie, the verie Elixi'r and spirit of wine: this is that our Poet calls Castalian liquor, whē he comes abroad (now and then) once in a fortnight, and makes a good meale among Players, where hee has Caninum appetitum: mary at home he keepes a good Philosophicall diet, beans and butter-milke: an honest pure rogue, he will take you off three, foure, fiue of these one after another, and looke vilanously when he has done, like a one-headed Crbrus (he do 'not heare me I hope) and then (when his belly is well ballac't, and his braine rigg'd a little) hee sailes away withall, as though hee would worke wonders when he comes home: he has made a play here, & he calls it; Euery man out of his Humor: Sblood and he get me out of the humor hee has put me in, Ile ner'e trust none of his tribe againe, while I liue: Gentles, all I can say for him, is, you are welcome. I could wish my bottle here amongst you: but there's an old rule; No pledging your own health: mary if any here be thirstie for it, their best way (that I know) is, sit still, seale vp their lips, and drinke so much of the play in at their eares. VVhat may this fellow be, Cordatus?