Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 465 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic 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 me, 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 sack-buts 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, Canary, 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: marry, 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, and 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 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. Marry, 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 me, 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-penny roome againe. He has put you to it, sir. Sdeath, what a humorous fellow is this? Gentlemen, good ith 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, leaue these fustian protestations: away, come, I cannot abide these gray-headed ceremonies. Boy, fetch me a glasse, quickly, I may bid these gentlemen welcome; giue 'hem a health here: I marl'e whose wit 'twas to put a prologue in you'd ack-buts mouth: they might well thinke hee'd 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 beene thought on, when the house was a building. O, art thou come? well said; giue mee 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 very Elixir and spirit of wine. This is that our Poet calls Castalian liquor, when hee comes abroad (now and then) once in a fortnight, and makes a good meale among Players, where he has Caninum appetitum: mary, at home he keepes a good philosophicall diet, beanes and butter-milke: an honest pure Rogue, hee will take you off three, foure, fiue of these, one after another, and looke vilanously when he has done, like a one-headed CRBERVS (he do not heare me I hope) and then (when his belly is well ballac't, and his braine rigg'd a little) he sailes away withall, as though he would worke wonders when he comes home. He has made a Play here, and he calls it, Euery Man out of his humour: Sbloud, and he get me out of the humour hee has put mee in, Ile 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 owne health. Mary, if any here be thirsty 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. What may this fellow be, CORDATVS?