Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 519 words
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That had been Single indeed: why? be they not the same persons in this, as they would have been in those? and is it not an object of more State, to behold the Scene full, and relieved with variety of Speakers to the end, than to see a vast empty stage, and the Actors come in (one by one) as if they were dropped down with a feather into the eye of the Audience? Nay, you are better traded with these things than I, and therefore I'll subscribe to your judgement; mary you shall give me leave to make objections. O what else? it's the special intent of the Author you should do so: for thereby others (that are present) may as well be satisfied, who happily would object the same you do. So sir, but when appears Macilente again? Mary he stays but till our silence give him leave: here he comes, and with him signor Deliro a merchant, at whose house he is come to sojourn: Make your own observation now; only transfer your thoughts to the City with the Scene; where, suppose they speak. I'll tell you by and by sir. Welcome (good Macilente) to my house, To sojourn even for ever; if my best In cates, and every sort of good entreaty May move you stay with me. I thank you sir: And yet the muffled Fates (had it pleased them) Might have supplied me from their own full store Without this word (I thank you) to a fool. I see no reason why that Dog (called Chance) Should fawn upon this fellow more than me: I am a man, and I have Limbs, Flesh, Blood, Bones, Sinews, and a Soul as well as he: My parts are every way as good as his, If I said better? why I did not lie, Natheless his wealth (but nodding on my wants) Must make me bow, and cry: I thank you Sir. Dispatch, take heed your mistress see you not. I warrant you sir. Nay gentle friend be merry, raise your looks Out of your bosom, I protest (by heaven) You are the man most welcome in the world. I thank you Sir, I know my cue I think. Where will you have 'em burn Sir? Here good Fido: What? she did not see thee? No Sir. That's well: Strew, strew, good Fido, the freshest flowers, so. What means this signor Deliro? Cast in more Frankincense, yet more, well said. O Macilente, I have such a wife, So passing fair, so passing fair unkind, And of such worth and right to be unkind, (Since no man can be worthy of her kindness.) What can there not? No, that is sure as death, No man alive: I do not say is not, But cannot possibly be worth her kindness. Nay that is certain, let me do her Right: How said I? do her Right? as though I could, As though this dull gross tongue of mine could utter The rare, the true, the pure, the infinite Rights That sit (as high as I can look) within her.
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That had been Single indeed: why? be they not the same persons in this, as they would haue been in those? and is it not an object of more State, to behold the Scene full, and relieu'd with varietie of Speakers to the end, than to see a vast emptie stage, and the Actors come in (one by one) as if they were dropt down with a feather into the eie of the Audience? Nay, you are better traded with these things than I, and therefore I'le subscribe to your judgement; mary you shall giue me leaue to make objections. O what else? it's the speciall intent of the Author you should do so: for thereby others (that are present) may as well be satisfied, who happily would object the same you doe. So sir, but when appeares Macilente againe? Mary he staies but till our silence giue him leaue: here he comes, and with him Signior Deliro a merchant, at whose house he is come to sojourne: Make your owne obscruation now; onely transferre your thoughts to the Cittie with the Scene; where, suppose they speake. I'le tell you by and by sir. VVelcome (good Macilente) to my house, To sojourne euen for euer; if my best In cates, and euerie sort of good intreatie May moou you stay with me. I thanke you sir: And yet the muffled Fates (had it pleas'd them) Might haue suppli'd me from their owne full store VVithout this word (I thanke you) to a foole. I see no reason why that Dog (all'd Chaunce) Should fawne vpon this fellow more than me: I am a man, and I haue Limmes, Flesh, Blood, Bones, Sinewes, and a Soule as well as he: My parts are euery way as good as his, If I said better? why I did not lie, Nath'lesse his wealth (but nodding on my wants) Must make me bow, and crie: I thanke you Sir. Dispatch, take heed your mistresse see you not. I warrant you sir. Nay gentle friend be merrie, raise your lookes Out of your bosome, I protest (by heauen) You are the man most welcome in the world. I thanke you Sir, I know my cue I thinke. VVhere will you haue 'hem burne Sir? Here good Fido: VVhat? she did not see thee? No Sir. That's well: Strew, strew, good Fido, the freshest flowers, so. VVhat meanes this Signior Deliro? Cast in more Frankincence, yet more, well said. O Macilente, I haue such a wife, So passing faire, so passing faire vnkind, And of such worth and right to be vnkind, (Since no man can be worthie of her kindnesse.) VVhat can there not? No, that is sure as death, No man aliue: I doe not say is not, But cannot possibly be worth her kindness. Nay that is certaine, let me doe her Right: How said I? do her Right? as though I could, As though this dull grosse tongue of mine could vtter The rare, the true, the pure, the infinite Rights That sit (as high as I can looke) within her.