Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.84 · 513 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
THough need make many Poets, and some such As art, and nature have not bettered much; Yet ours, for want, hath not so loved the stage As he dare serve th'ill customs of the age: Or purchase your delight at such a rate, As, for it, he himself must justly hate. To make a child, now swaddled, to proceed Man, and then shoot up, in one beard, and weed, Past threescore years: or, with three rusty swords, And help of some few foot-and-half-foot words, Fight over York, and Lancasters long jars: And in the tiring-house bring wounds, to scars. He rather prays, you will be pleased to see One such, today as other plays should be; Where neither Chorus wafts you o'er the seas; Nor creaking throne comes down, the boys to please; Nor nimble squib is seen, to make afeared The gentlewomen; nor rolled bullet heard To say, it thunders; nor tempestuous drum Rumbles, to tell you when the storm doth come; But deeds, and language, such as men do use: And persons, such as Comedy would choose, When she would show an Image of the times, And sport with human follies, not with crimes. Except, we make 'em such by loving still Our popular errors, when we know theyare ill. I mean such errors, as you'll all confess By laughing at them, they deserve no less: Which when you heartily do, there's hope left, then, You, that have so graced monsters, may like men. A Goodly day toward! and a fresh morning! Brainworm, Call up your young master: bid him rise, sir. Tell him, I have some business to employ him. I will sir, presently. But hear you, sirrah, If he be at his book, disturb him not. Well sir. How happy, yet, should I esteem myself Could I (by any practice) wean the boy From one vain course of study, he affects. He is a scholar, if a man may trust The liberal voice of fame, in her report Of good account, in both our universities, Either of which hath favoured him with graces: But their indulgence, must not spring in me A fond opinion, that he cannot err. myself was once a student; and, indeed, Fed with the self-same humour, he is now, Dreaming on nought but idle poetry, That fruitless, and unprofitable art, Good unto none, but least to the professors, Which, then, I thought the mistress of all knowledge: But since, time, and the truth have waked my judgement, And reason taught me better to distinguish, The vain, from th'useful learnings. cousin STEPHEN! What news with you, that you are here so early? Nothing, but e'en come to see how you do, uncle. That's kindly done, you are welcome, coz. ay, I know that sir, I would not ha'come else. How do my cousin EDWARD, uncle? O, well coz, go in and see: I doubt he be scarce stirring yet. Uncle, afore I go in, can you tell me, an' he have ere a book of the sciences of hawking, and hunting? I would feign borrow it.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 0–61 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 53 in this edition
Length
513 words · 709 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.837 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T16 · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
THough neede make many Poets, and some such As art, and nature haue not betterd much; Yet ours, for want, hath not so lou'd the stage As he dare serue th'ill customes of the age: Or purchase your delight at such a rate, As, for it, he himselfe must iustly hate. To make a child, now swadled, to proceede Man, and then shoote vp, in one beard, and weede, Past threescore yeeres: or, with three rustie swords, And helpe of some few foot-and-halfe-foote words, Fight ouer Yorke, and Lancasters long iarres: And in the tyring-house bring wounds, to scarres. He rather prayes, you will be pleas'd to see One such, to day as other playes should be; Where neither Chorus wafts you ore the seas; Nor creaking throne comes downe, the boyes to please; Nor nimble squibbe is seene, to make afear'd The gentlewomen; nor roul'd bullet heard To say, it thunders; nor tempestuous drumme Rumbles, to tell you when the storme doth come; But deedes, and language, such as men doe vse: And persons, such as Comoedie would chuse, When she would shew an Image of the times, And sport with humane follies, not with crimes. Except, we make 'hem such by louing still Our popular errors, when we know th'are ill. I meane such errors, as you'll all confesse By laughing at them, they deserue no lesse: Which when you heartily doe, there's hope left, then, You, that haue so grac'd monsters, may like men. A Goodly day toward! and a fresh morning! BRAYNE-WORME, Call vp your yong master: bid him rise, sir. Tell him, I haue some businesse to employ him. I will sir, presently. But heare you, sirah, If he be'at his booke, disturbe him not. Well sir. How happie, yet, should I esteeme my selfe Could I (by any practise) weane the boy From one vaine course of studie, he affects. He is a scholler, if a man may trust The liberall voice of fame, in her report Of good accompt, in both our vniuersities, Either of which hath fauour'd him with graces: But their indulgence, must not spring in me A fond opinion, that he cannot erre. My selfe was once a student; and, indeed, Fed with the selfe-same humour, he is now, Dreaming on nought but idle poetrie, That fruitlesse, and vnprofitable art, Good vnto none, but least to the professors, Which, then, I thought the mistresse of all knowledge: But since, time, and the truth haue wak'd my iudgement, And reason taught me better to distinguish, The vaine, from th'vsefull learnings. Cossin STEPHEN! What newes with you, that you are here so early? Nothing, but eene come to see how you doe, vncle. That's kindly done, you are wel-come, cousse. I, I know that sir, I would not ha'come else. How doe my coussin EDWARD, vncle? O, well cousse, goe in and see: I doubt he be scarse stirring yet. Vncle, afore I goe in, can you tell me, an' he haue ere a booke of the sciences of hawking, and hunting? I would faine borrow it.