Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 481 words
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Peto: ay: and make him a warrant, he shall not go, I but fear the knave. O divine Doctor, thanks noble Doctor, most dainty Doctor, delicious Doctor. signor Lorenzo: Gods pity man, Be merry, be merry, leave these dumps. Troth would I could sir: but enforced mirth (In my weak judgement) he's no happy birth. The mind, being once a prisoner unto cares, The more it dreams on joy, the worse it fares. A smiling look is to a heavy soul, As a guilt bias, to a leaden bowl, Which (in itself) appears most vile, being spent. To no true use; but only for ostent. Nay but good signor: hear me a word, hear me a word, your cares are nothing; they are like my cap, soon put on, and as soon put off. What? your son is old enough, to govern himself; let him run his course, it's the only way to make him a stayed man: if he were an unthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard or a licentious liver, than you had reason: you had reason to take care: but being none of these, God's passion, and I had twice so many cares, as you have, I'd drown them all in a cup of sack: come, come, I muse your parcel of a soldier returns not all this while. Well sister, I tell you true: and you'll find it so in the end. Alas brother, what would you have me to do? I cannot help it; you see, my brother Prospero he brings them in here, they are his friends. His friends? his friends? 'sblood they do nothing but haunt him up and down like a sort of unlucky Spirits, and tempt him to all manner of villainy, that can be thought of; well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the devil with some of them; and't were not more for your husband's sake, than any thing else, I'd make the house too hot for them; they should say and swear, Hell were broken loose, ere they went: But by god's bread, 'tis no body's fault but yours: for and you had done as you might have done, they should have been damned ere they should have come in, ere a one of them. God's my life; did you ever hear the like? what a strange man is this? could I keep out all them think you? I should put myself against half a dozen men? should I? Good faith you'd mad the patientest body in the world, to hear you talk so, without any sense or reason. Servant (in troth) you are too prodigal of your wits treasure; thus to power it forth upon so mean a subject, as my worth? You say well, you say well. Heyday, hear is stuff. Oh now stand close: pray God she can get him to read it.
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Peto: I: and make him a warrant, he shall not goe, I but feare the knaue. O diuine Doctor, thankes noble Doctor, most dainty Doctor, delicious Doctor. Signior Lorenzo: Gods pitty man, Be merry, be merry, leaue these dumpes. Troth would I could sir: but enforced mirth (In my weake iudgement) h'as no happy birth. The minde, being once a prisoner vnto cares, The more it dreames on ioy, the worse it fares. A smyling looke is to a heauie soule, As a guilt bias, to a leaden bowle, Which (in it selfe) appeares most vile, being spent. To no true vse; but onely for ostent. Nay but good Signior: heare me a word, heare me a word, your cares are nothing; they are like my cap, soone put on, and as soone put off. What? your sonne is old inough, to gouerne himselfe; let him runne his course, it's the onely way to make him a stay'd man: if he were an vnthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard or a licentious liuer, then you had reason: you had reason to take care: but being none of these, Gods passion, and I had twise so many cares, as you haue, I'ld drowne them all in a cup of sacke: come, come, I muse your parcell of a souldier returnes not all this while. Well sister, I tell you true: and you'le finde it so in the ende. Alasse brother, what would you haue me to doe? I cannot helpe it; you see, my brother Prspero he brings them in here, they are his friends. His friends? his friends? s'blood they do nothing but haunt him vp and downe like a sorte of vnlucky Sprites, and tempt him to all maner of villany, that can be thought of; well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the deuill with some of them; and't were not more for your husbands sake, then any thing else, I'ld make the house too hot for them; they should say and sweare, Hell were broken loose, e're they went: But by gods bread, 'tis no bodies fault but yours: for and you had done as you might haue done, they should haue beene damn'd e're they should haue come in, e're a one of them. God's my life; did you euer heare the like? what a strange man is this? could I keepe out all them thinke you? I should put my selfe against halfe a dozen men? should I? Good faith you'ld mad the patient'st body in the world, to heare you talke so, without any sense or reason. Seruant (in troth) you are too prodigall of your wit treasure; thus to powre it foorth vpon so meane a subiect, as my worth? You say well, you say well. Hoyday, heare is stuffe. Oh now stand close: pray God she can get him to read it.