Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 469 words
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But art thou sure he will stay thy return? Do I live sir? what a question is that? Well we'll prorogue his expectation a little: Musco thou shalt go with us: Come on Gentlemen: nay I pray thee (good rascal) droop not, s'hart and our wits be so gouty, that one old plodding brain can outstrip us all, Lord I beseech thee, may they lie and starve in some miserable spittle, where they may never see the face of any true spirit again, but be perpetually haunted with some churchyard Hobgoblin in seculo seculorum. Amen, Amen. He will expect you sir within this half hour. Why what's a clock? New stricken ten. Hath he the money ready, can you tell? Yes sir, Baptista brought it yesternight. Oh that's well: fetch me my cloak. Stay, let me see; an hour to go and come, I that will be the least: and than 'twill be An hour, before I can dispatch with him; Or very near: well, I will say two hours; Two hours? ha? things never dreamed of yet May be contrived, I and effected too, In two hours absence: well I will not go. Two hours; no fleeting opportunity I will not give your treachery that scope. Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed, That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the fellow, where his treasure lies? Again, what earthy spirit but will attempt To taste the fruit of beauties golden tree, When leaden sleep seals up the dragon's eyes? Oh beauty is a Project of some power, Chiefly when opportunity attends her: She will infuse true motion in a stone, Put glowing fire in an Icy soul, Stuff peasants bosoms with proud Caesar's spleen, power rich device into an empty brain: Bring youth to folly's gate: there train him in, And after all, extenuate his sin. Well, I will not go, I am resolved for that. Go carry it again, yet stay: yet do too, I will defer it till some other time. Sir, signor Platano will meet you there with the bond. That's true: by Iesu I had clean forgot it. I must go, what's a clock? Past ten sir. 'sheart, then will Prospero presently be here too, With one or other of his loose consorts. I am a Iew, if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolve. My brain (me thinks) is like an hourglass, And my imaginations like the sands, Run dribbling forth to fill the mouth of time, Still changed with turning in the ventricle. What were I best to do? it shallbe so. Nay I dare build upon his secrecy? Piso. Sir. Yet now I have bethought me to, I will not. Is Cob within? I think he be sir.
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But art thou sure he will stay thy returne? Do I liue sir? what a question is that? Well wee'le prorogue his expectation a little: Musc thou halt go with vs: Come on Gentlemen: nay I pray thee (good raskall) droope not, s'hart and our wits be so gowty, that one old plodding braine can out-strip vs all, Lord I beseech thee, may they lie and starue in some miserable spittle, where they may neuer see the face of any true spirit againe, but bee perpetually haunted with some church-yard Hobgoblin in scul seculrum. Amen, Amen. He will expect you sir within this halfe houre. Why what's a clocke? New striken ten. Hath he the money ready, can you tell? Yes sir, Baptista brought it yesternight. Oh that's well: fetch me my cloake. Stay, let me see; an hower to goe and come, I that will be the least: and then 'twill be An houre, before I can dispatch with him; Or very neare: well, I will say two houres; Two houres? ha? things neuer drempt of yet May be contriu'd, I and effected too, In two houres absence: well I will not go. Two houres; no fleeing opportunity I will not giue your trecherie that scope. Who will not iudge him worthy to be robd, That sets his doores wide open to a theefe, And shewes the felon, where his treasure lyes▪ Againe, what earthy spirit but will attempt To taste the fruite of beauties golden tree, When leaden sleepe seales vp the dragons eyes? Oh beauty is a Proiect of some power, Chiefely when oportunitie attends her: She will infuse true motion in a stone, Put glowing fire in an Icie soule, Stuffe peasants bosoms with proud Caesars spleene, Powre rich deuice into an empty braine: Bring youth to follies gate: there traine him in, And after all, extenuate his sinne. Well, I will not go, I am resolu'd for that. Goe cary it againe, yet stay: yet do too, I will deferre it till some other time. Sir, signior Platano wil meet you there with the bod. That's true: by Iesu I had cleane forgot it. I must goe, what's a clocke? Past ten sir. 'Hart, then will Prospero presently be here too, With one or other of his loose consorts. I am a Iew, if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolue. My braine (me thinkes) is like an hower-glasse, And my imaginations like the sands, Runne dribling foorth to fill the mouth of time, Still chaung'd with turning in the ventricle. What were I best to doe? it shalbe so. Nay I dare build vpon his secrecie? Piso. Sir. Yet now I haue bethought me to, I wil not. Is Cob within? I thinke he be sir.