Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 480 words
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signor Macilente, you take none sir? (Tab.) No, unless I had a mistress signor, it were a great Indecorum for me to take Tobacco. How like you her wit? (Tab.) Her ingenuity is excellent sir. You see the subject of her sweet fingers there? (Tab.) Oh she tickles it so, that (Tab.) she makes it laugh most Divinely; (Tab.) I'll tell you a good jest now, and yourself shall say it's a good one: I have wished myself to be that Instrument (I think) a thousand times, and not so few, by Heavens (Tab.) Not unlike Sir: but how? to be cased up and hung by on the wall? O, no Sir, to be in use I assure you; as your judicious eyes may testify. (Tab.) Here Servant, if you will play, come. Instantly sweet Lady (Tab.) In good faith here's most Divine Tobacco. Nay, I cannot stay to Dance after your Pipe. Good, nay dear Lady stay: by this sweet Smoke, I think your wit be all fire: (Tab.) And he's the Salamander that lives by it. Is your Tobacco perfumed Sir? that you swear by the sweet Smoke? Still more excellent: (before God, and these bright Heavens) I think (Tab.) you are made of Ingenuity, I (Tab.) True, as your discourse is: O abominable! Will your Ladyship take any? O, peace I pray you; I love not the breath of a woodcock's head. Meaning my head, Lady? Not altogether so Sir; but (as it were Fatal to their follies that think to grace themselves with taking Tobacco, when they want better entertainment) you see your Pipe bears the true form of a woodcock's head. O Admirable Simile! 'Tis best leaving of you in Admiration, Sir. Are these the admired Lady-wits, that having so good a Plainsong, can run no better Division upon it. S'heart, all her jests are of the stamp March was fifteen years ago. Is this the Comet Monsieur Fastidius, that your Gallants wonder at so? Heart of a Gentleman to neglect me afore presence thus: Sweet sir, I beseech you be silent in my disgrace, By Iesu, I never was in so vile a Humour in my life, and her wit was at the flood too, Report it not for a million good sir; let me be so far endeared to your love. What follows next signor Cordatus? this Gallants Humour is almost spent methinks, it ebbs apace, with this contrary breath of his mistress. O, but it will flow again for all this, till there come a general drought of Humour among all our Actors, and then I fear not but his will fall as low as any. See who presents himself here: What, i'the old case? I'faith, which makes it the more pitiful, you understand where the Scene is? Why are you so melancholy Brother? I am not melancholy I thank you Sister.
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Signior Macilente, you take none sir? (Tab.) No, vnlesse I had a mistresse Signior, it were a great Indecorum for me to take Tabacco. How like you her wit? (Tab.) Her ingnuitie is excellent sir. You see the subject of her sweet fingers there? (Tab.) ▪Oh shee tickles it so, that (Tab.) shee makes it laugh most Diuinely; (Tab.) I'le tell you a good jeast now, and your selfe shall say it's a good one: I haue wisht my selfe to be that Instrument (I thinke) a thousand times, and not so few, by Heauens (Tab.) Not vnlike Sir: but how? to be cas'd vp and hung by on the wall? O, no Sir, to be in vse I assure you; as your judicious eyes may testifie. (Tab.) Here Seruant, if you will play, come. Instantly sweet Ladie (Tab.) In good faith here's most Diuine Tabacco. Nay, I cannot stay to Daunce after your Pipe. Good, nay deare Ladie stay: by this sweet Smoake, I thinke your wit be all fire: (Tab.) And hee's the Salamander that liues by it. Is your Tabacco perfum'd Sir? that you sweare by the sweet Smoake? Still more excellent: (before God, and these bright Heauens) I thinke (Tab.) you are made of Ingenuitie, I (Tab.) True, as your discourse is: O abhominable! VVill your Ladiship take any? O, peace I pray you; I loue not the breath of a Woodcocks head. Meaning my head, Ladie? Not altogither so Sir; but (as it were Fatall to their follies that thinke to grace themselues with taking Tabacco, when they want better entertainment) you see your Pipe beares the true forme of a Woodcocks head. O Admirable Simil! 'Tis best leauing of you in Admiration, Sir▪ Are these the admired Ladie-wits, that hauing so good a Plaine-song, can runne no better Diuision vpon it. S'heart, all her jests are of the stampe March was fifteene yeeres agoe. Is this the Comt Monsieur Fastidius, that your Gallants wonder at so? Hart of a Gentleman to neglect mee afore presence thus: Sweet sir, I besech you be silent in my disgrace, By Iesu, I neuer was in so vile a Humor in my life, and her wit was at the loud too, Report it not for a million good sir; let me be so farre endear'd to your loue. VVhat followes next Signior Cordatus? this Gallants Humor is almost spent mee thinkes, it bbes apace, with this contrarie breath of his mistresse. O, but it will flow againe for all this, till there come a generall drought of Humor among all our Actors, and then I feare not but his will fall as low as any. See who presents himselfe here: VVhat, i'the old case? Yfaith, which makes it the more pittifull, you vnderstand where the Scene is? VVhy are you so melancholy Brother? I am not melancholy I thanke you Sister.