Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 480 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.
marry, an Elegy, an Elegy, an odd toy— To mock an ape withal. O, I could sow up his mouth, now. Sister, I pray you let's hear it. Are you rime-given, too? Mistress, I'll read it, if you please. Pray you do, servant. O, here's no foppery! Death, I can endure the stocks, better. What ails thy brother? can he not hold his water, at reading of a ballad? O, no: a rhyme to him, is worse than cheese, or a bagpipe. But, mark, you lose the protestation. Faith, I did it in an humour; I know not how it is: but, please you come near, sir. This gentleman has judgement, he knows how to censure of a— pray you sir, you can judge. Not I, sir: upon my reputation, and, by the foot of Pharaoh. O, chide your cousin, for swearing. Not I, so long as he does not for swear himself. Master MATTHEW, you abuse the expectation of your dear mistress, and her fair sister: Fie, while you live, avoid this prolixity. I shall, sir: well, Incipere dulce. How! Insipere dulce? a sweet thing to be a fool, indeed. What, do you take Insipere, in that sense? You do not? you? This was your villainy, to gull him with a mot. O, the bencher's phrase: pauca verba, pauca verba. Rare creature, let me speak without offence, Would god my rude words had the influence, To rule thy thoughts, as thy fair looks do mine, Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine. This is in HERO and LEANDER? O, I! peace, we shall have more of this. Be not unkind, and fair, misshapen stuff Is of behaviour boisterous, and rough: How like you that, sir? 'Slight, he shakes his head like a bottle, to feel and there be any brain in it! But observe the catastrophe, now, And I in duty will exceed all other, As you in beauty do excel loves mother. Well, I'll have him free of the wit-brokers, for he utters nothing, but stolen remnants. O, forgive it him. A filching rogue? hang him. And, from the dead? it's worse than sacrilege. Sister, what ha' you here? verses? pray you, let's see. Who made these verses? they are excellent good! O, master Wellbred, 'tis your disposition to say so, sir. They were good i' the morning, I made 'em, extempore, this morning. How? extempore? ay, would I might be hanged else: ask Captain BOBADILE. He saw me write them, at the— (pox on it) the star, yonder. Can he find, in his heart, to curse the stars, so? Faith, his are even with him: they ha' cursed him enough already. cozen, how do you like this gentleman's verses? O, admirable! the best that ever I heard, coz! Body o' CAESAR! they are admirable! The best, that ever I heard, as I am a soldier.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Mary, an Elegie, an Elegie, an odde toy— To mock an ape withall. O, I could sow vp his mouth, now. Sister, I pray you let's heare it. Are you rime-giuen, too? Mistris, Ile reade it, if you please. Pray you doe, seruant. O, here's no fopperie! Death, I can endure the stocks, better. What ayles thy brother? can he not hold his water, at reading of a ballad? O, no: a rime to him, is worse then cheese, or a bag-pipe. But, marke, you loose the protestation. Faith, I did it in an humour; I know not how it is: but, please you come neere, sir. This gentleman ha's iudgement, hee knowes how to censure of a—pray you sir, you can iudge. Not I, sir: vpon my reputation, and, by the foot of PHAROAH. O, chide your cossen, for swearing. Not I, so long as he do's not for sweare himselfe. Master MATTHEW, you abuse the expectation of your deare mistris, and her faire sister: Fie, while you liue, auoid this prolixitie. I shall, sir: well, Inipere dulce. How! Insipere dulce? a sweet thing to be a foole, indeed. What, doe you take Insipere, in that sense? You doe not? you? This was your villanie, to gull him with a mote. O, the Benchers phrase: pauca verba, pauca verba. Rare creature, let me speake without offence, Would god my rude wordes had the influence, To rule thy thoughts, as thy faire lookes doe mine, Then should'st thou be his prisoner, who is thine. This is in HERO and LEANDER? O, I! peace, we shall haue more of this. Be not vnkinde, and faire, mishapen stuffe Is of behauiour boysterous, and rough: How like you that, sir? S'light, he shakes his head like a bottle, to feele and there be any braine in it! But obserue the catastrophe, now, And I in dutie will exceede all other, As you in beautie doe excell loues mother. Well, Ile haue him free of the wit-brokers, for hee vtters nothing, but stolne remnants. O, forgiue it him. A filtching rogue? hang him. And, from the dead? it's worse then sacrilege. Sister, what ha' you here? verses? pray you, lets see. Who made these verses? they are excellent good! O, master WEL-BRED, 'tis your disposition to say so, sir. They were good i' the morning, I made 'hem, extempore, this morning. How? extempore? I, would I might bee hang'd else: aske Captayne BOBADILE. He saw me write them, at the—(poxe on it) the starre, yonder. Can he find, in his heart, to curse the starres, so? Faith, his are euen with him: they ha' curst him ynough alreadie. Cosen, how doe you like this gentlemans verses? O, admirable! the best that euer I heard, cousse! Body o' CAESAR! they are admirable! The best, that euer I heard, as I am a souldier.