Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 495 words
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Why, how now? what's the matter? what stir is hear, Whence springs this quarrel, Pizo where is he? Put up your weapons, and put of this rage. My wife and sister they are cause of this, What, Pizo? where is this knave. Hear sir. Come, let's go: this is one of my brothers ancient humours this? I am glad no body was hurt by this ancient humour. Why how now brother, who enforced this brawl. A sort of lewd rakehells, that care neither for God nor the Devil, And they must come hear to read Ballads and Roguery ' and Trash, I'll mar the knot of them ere I sleep perhaps: especially signor Pithagorus, he that's all manner of shapes: and Songs and sonnets, his fellow there. Brother indeed you are to violent, To sudden in your courses, and you know My brother Prosperus temper will not bear Any reproof, chiefly in such a presence, Where every slight disgrace he should receive, Would wound him in opinion and respect. Respect? what talk you of respect 'mongst such As had neither spark of manhood nor good manners, By God I am ashamed to hear your respect? Yes there was one a civil gentleman, And very worthily demeaned himself. Oh that was some love of yours, sister. A love of mine? infayth I would he were No others love but mine. Indeed he seemed to be a gentleman of an exceeding fair disposition, and of very excellent good parts. Her love, by Iesu: my wife's minion, Fair disposition? excellent good parts? S'hart, these phrases are intolerable, Good parts? how should she know his parts? well▪ well, It is too plain, too clear: Pizo, come hither. What are they gone? I sir they went in. Are any of the gallants within? No sir they are all gone. Art thou sure of it? I sir I can assure you. Pizo what gentleman was that they praised so? One they call him signor Lorenzo, a fair young gentleman sir. ay, I thought so: my mind gave me as much: 'Sblood i'll be hanged if they have not hid him in the house, Some where, i'll go search, Piza go with me, Be true to me and thou shalt find me bountiful. What Tib, Tib, I say. How now, what cuckold is that knocks so hard? Oh husband ist you, what's the news? Nay you have stonnd me I faith? you hue given me a knock on the forehead, will stick by me: cuckold? 'Swounds cuckold? Away you fool did I know it was you that knocked, Come, come, you may call me as bad when you list. May I? 'swounds Tib you are a whore: S'hart you lie in your throat. How the lie? and in my throat too? do you long to be stabbed, ha? Why you are no soldier? Mass that's true, when was Bobadilla hear? that Rogue, that slave, that fencing Burgullian? I'll tickle him I faith.
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Why, how now? whats the matter? what stirre is heare, Whence springs this quarrell, Po where is he? Put vp your weapons, and put of this rage. My wife and sister they are cause of this, What, Pizo? where is this knae. Heare sir. Come, lets goe: this is one of my brothers auncient humors this? I am glad no body was hurt by this auncient humor. Why how now brother, who enforst this braule. A sorte of lewd rakehelles, that care neither for God nor the Diuell, And they must come heare to read Ballads and Rogery' and Trash, Ile marre the knot of them ere I sleepe perhaps: especially signior Pitagorus, he thats al manner of shapes: and Songs and sonnes, his fellow there. Brother indeede you are to violent, To sudden in your courses, and you know My brother Prosperus temper will not beare Any reproofe, chiefely in such a presence, Where euery slight disgrace he should receiue, Would wound him in opinion and respect. Respect? what talke you of respect mongst such As had neyther sparke of manhood nor good manners, By God I am ashamed to heare you respect? Yes there was one a ciuil gentleman, And very worthely demeand himselfe. Oh that was some loue of yours, sister. A loue of mine? infayth I would he were No others loue but mine. Indeede he seemd to be a gentleman of an exceeding fayre disposition, and of very excellent good . Her loue, by Iesu: my wises minion, Fayre disposition? excellent good partes? S'hart, these phrses are intollerable, Good partes? how should she know his partes? well▪ well▪ It is too playne, oo cleare: Piz ▪ come hether. What are they gone? I sir they went in. Are any of the gallants within? No ir they are all gone. Art thou sure o it? I sir I can assure you. Pizo what gentleman was that they prays'd so? One they call him signior Lorenzo, a fayre young gentleman sir. I, I thought so: my minde gaue me as much: Sblood ile be hangd if they he not hid him in the house, Some where, ile goe sarch, Piz go with me, Be true to me and thou shalt finde me bontifull. What Tib, Tib, I say. How now, wht cuckold is that knock so hard? Oh husband ist you, whats the nwes? Nay you hue stonnd me I fayth? you hue giuen me a knocke on the forehead, will sticke by me: cuckold? Swoundes cuckolde? Away you foole did I know it vvas you that knockt, Come, come, you may call me bad vvhen you list. May I? swoundes Tib you are a whore: S'hart you lie in your throte. How the lye? and in my throte too? do you long to be stabd, ha? Why you are no souldier? Masse thats true, vvhen vvas Bobadilla heare? that Roge, th , that fencing▪ Brgullian? ile tickle him I faith.