Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.83 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Nay not altogether so Sir, the Knight must have his hundred pound repaid, that'll help too, and then sixscore pound for a Diamond: you know where? these be things will weigh monsieur; they will weigh. O Iesu! What do you sigh? this it is to kiss the hand of a Countess, to have her Coach sent for you, to hang poniards in ladies' garters, to wear Bracelets of their hair, and for every one of these great favours to give some slight jewel of five hundred crowns, or so, why 'tis nothing. Now monsieur, you see the plague that treads o'the heels of your foppery, well, go your ways in; Remove yourself to the twopenny ward quickly to save charges, and there set up your rest to spend Sir Puntar's hundred pound for him. Away good Pomander, go. Why here's a change: Now is my soul at peace, I am as empty of all Envy now, As they of Merit to be envied at, My Humour (like a flame) no longer lasts Than it hath stuff to feed it, and their virtue, Being now raked up in embers of their Folly, Affords no ampler Subject to my Spirit; I am so far from malicing their states, That I begin to pity 'em: it grieves me To think they have a being; I could wish They might turn wise upon it, and be saved now, So Heaven were pleased: but let them vanish Vapours. And now with asper's tongue (though not his shape) Kind Patrons of our sports (you that can judge, And with discerning thoughts measure the pace Of our strange Muse in this her Maze of Humour, You, whose true Notions do confine the former And nature of sweet Poesy) to you I tender solemn and most duteous thanks, For your stretched patience and attentive grace. We know (and we are pleased to know so much) The Cates that you have tasted were not seasoned For every vulgar palate, but prepared To banquet pure and apprehensive ears: Let then their Voices speak for our desert; Be their Applause the Trumpet to proclaim Defiance to rebelling Ignorance, And the green spirits of some tainted Few, That (spite of pity) betray themselves To Scorn and Laughter; and like guilty Children, Publish their infancy before their time, By their own fond exception: Such as these We pawn 'em to your censure, till Time, Wit, Or Observation, set some stronger seal Of judgement on their judgements; and entreat The happier spirits in this fair-filled Globe, (So many as have sweet minds in their breasts, And are too wife to think themselves are taxed In any general Figure, or too virtuous To need that wisdoms imputation:) That with their bounteous Hands they would confirm This, as their pleasure's Patent: which so signed, Our lean and spent Endeavours shall renew Their Beauties with the Spring to smile on you.
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Nay not altogether so Sir, the Knight must haue his hundred pound repai'd, that'll helpe too, and then sixescore pound for a Diamond: you know where? these be things will weigh Mounsieur; they will weigh. O Iesu! VVhat doe you sigh? this it is to kisse the hand of a Countesse, to haue hir Coach sent for you, to hang Poinards in Ladies garters, to weare Bracelets of their haire, and for euery one of these great uours to giue some slight Iewell of fiue hundred crones, or so, why 'tis nothing. Now Mounsieur, you see the plague that treads o'the heeles of your fopperie, well, goe your waies in; Remoue your selfe to the two-penny ward quickly to saue charges, and there set vp your rest to spend Sir Puntars hundred pound for him. Away good Pomander, goe. VVhy here's a change: Now is my soule at peace, I am as emptie of all Envie now, As they of Merit to be envied at, My Humor (like a lame) no longer lasts Than it hath stuffe to feed it, and their vertue, Being now rak't vp in embers of their Follie, Affords no ampler Subject to my Spirit; I am so farre from malicing their states, That I begin to pittie 'hem: it greeues me To thinke they haue a being; I could wish They might turne wise vpon it, and be sau'd now, So Heauen were pleas'd: but let them vanish Vapors. And now with Aspers tongue (though not his shape) Kind Patrons of our spos (you that can judge, And with discerning thoughts measure the pace Of our strange Muse in this her Maze of Humor, You, whose true Notions doe confine the former And nature of sweet Poesi ) to you I tender solemne and most duteous thankes, For your stretcht patience and attentiue grace. VVe know (and we are pleas'd to know so much) The Cates that you haue tasted were not season'd For euery vulgar Pallat, but prepar'd To banket pure and apprehensiue eares: Let then their Voices speake for our desert; Be their Applause the Trumpet to proclaime Defiance to rebelling Ignorance, And the greene spirits of some tainted Few, That (spight of pitie) betray themselues To Scorne and Laughter; and like guiltie Children, Publish their infancie before their time, By their owne fond exception: Such as these VVe pawne 'hem to your censure, till Time, VVit, Or Obseruation, set some stronger seale Of iudgement on their indgements; and intreat The happier spirits in this faire-fild Globe, (So many as haue sweet minds in their breasts, And are too wife to thinke themselues are taxt In any generall Figure, or too vertuous To need that wisdomes imputation:) That with their bounteous Hands they would confirme This, as their pleasures Pattent: which so sign'd, Our leane and spent Endeuours shall renue Their Beauties with the Spring to sinile on you.