Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Poetaster, or The Arraignment · chunk 31 of 50

Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars
T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.77 · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.

Yes, Sir. The great God, Iupiter, Of his licentious goodness, Willing to make this Feast, no Fast From any manner of Pleasure; Nor to bind any God or Goddess, To be any thing the more God, or Goddess, for their names: He gives them all free Licence, To speak no wiser, than people of base Titles; And to be nothing better, then common Men, or Women. And therefore no God Shall need to keep himself more strictly to his Goddess, Then any man does to his wife. Nor any Goddess Shall need to keep herself more strictly to her God, Then any woman does to her Husband. But, since it is no part of wisdom, In these days, to come into Bonds; It shall be lawful for every Lover, To break loving oaths, To change their Lovers, & make love to others, As the heat of every one's Blood, And the spirit of our Nectar shall inspire. And Iupiter save Iupiter. The great, etc. Of his, etc. Willing, etc. From any, etc. Nor to, etc. To be, etc. He gives, etc. To speak, etc. And to, etc. And ther. etc. Shall need, etc. Then any, etc. Nor any, etc. Shall need, etc. Then any, etc. But, since, etc. In these. It shall, etc. To break, etc. To change, etc. As the, etc. And the, etc. And jupi. etc. So: now we may play the Fools, by Authority. To play the fool by Authority, is wisdom. Away with your Mattery Sentences, Momus; they are to grave, and wise, for this meeting. Mercury, give our jester a stool, let him sit by; and reach him of our Cates. Dost hear, Mad Iupiter? We'll have it enacted; He, that speaks the first wise word, shall be made Cuckold. What sayest thou? Is't not a good Motion? Deities, are you all agreed? Agreed, great Iupiter. I have read in a Book, that to play the Fool wisely, is high wisdom. How now, Vulcan! will you be the first Wizard? Take his wife, Mars; & make him Cuckold, quickly. Come, Cockatrice. No: let me alone with him, Iupiter: I'll make you take heed, sir, while you live again; if there be twelve in a company, that you be not the wisest of 'hem. No more I will not indeed, wife, hereafter; I'll be here: mum. Fill us a bowl of Nectar, Ganymede: we will drink to our daughter Venus. Look to your wife, Vulcan: Iupiter begins to Court her. Nay, let Mars look to it: Vulcan must do as Venus does, bear. Sirrah, Boy: Catamite. Look you play Ganymede well now, you slave: Do not spill your Nectar; Carry your Cup even: so. You should have rubbed your Face, with whites of Eggs, you Rascal; till your Brows had shone like our sooty brothers here, as sleek as a Hornbook: or ha'steept your lips in wine, till you made 'em so Plump, that Iuno might have been jealous of 'hem. Punk, kiss me, Punk.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayPoetaster, or The Arraignment
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1601
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [autumn]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Chapel (second)
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 422 · TCP B14290 · DEEP 327
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1026–1089 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 50 in this edition
Length499 words · 720 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Mars cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.768 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T28 · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes, Sir. The great God, Iupiter, Of his licentious goodneſſe, VVilling to make this Feaſt, no Faſt From any manner of Pleaſure; Nor to bind any God or Goddeſſe, To be any thing the more God, or Goddeſſe, for their names: He giues them all free Licence, To ſpeak no wiſer, then perſōs of baſer Titles; And to be nothing better, then cōmon Men, or VVomen. And therefore no God Shal need to keep himſelf more ſtrictly to his Goddeſſe, Then any man do's to his wife. Nor any Goddeſſe Shall need to keepe herſelfe more ſtrictly to her God, Then any woman do's to her Huſband. But, ſince it is no part of wiſdome, In theſe daies, to come into Bonds; It ſhall be lawfull for euery Louer, To breake louing oathes, To change their Louers, & make loue to others, As the heate of euery ones Bloode, And the ſpirit of our Nectar ſhall inſpire. And Iupiter ſaue Iupiter. The great, &c. Of his, &c. VVilling, &c. From any, &c. Nor to, &c. To bee, &c. He giues, &c. To ſpeak, &c. And to, &c. And ther. &c. Shal need, &c. Then any, &c. Nor any, &c. Shall need, &c. Then any, &c. But, ſince, &c. In theſe. It ſhall, &c. To breake, &c. To chāge, &c. As the, &c. And the, &c. And Iupi. &c. So: now we may play the Fooles, by Authoritie. To play the foole by Authoritie, is wiſdome. Away with your Mattery Sentences, Momus; they are to graue, and wiſe, for this meeting. Mercury, giue our Ieaſter a ſtoole, let him ſit by; and reach him of our Cates. Do'ſt heare, Mad Iupiter? VVe'll haue it enacted; He, that ſpeaks the firſt wiſe word, ſhall be made Cuckold. VVhat ſayſt thou? Is't not a good Motion? Deities, are you all agreed? Agreed, great Iupiter. I haue read in a Booke, that to play the Foole wiſely, is high wiſdome. How now, Vulcan! will you be the firſt Wizard? Take his wife, Mars; & make him Cuckold, quickly. Come, Cocatrice. No: let me alone with him, Iupiter: I'le make you take heede, ſir, while you liue againe; if there be twelue in a companie, that you be not the wiſeſt of 'hem. No more I will not indeede, wife, hereafter; I'le be here: mum. Fill vs a bowle of Nectar, Ganymede: we will drinke to our daughter Venus. Looke to your wife, Vulcan: Iupiter begins to Court her. Nay, let Mars looke to it: Vulcan muſt do as Venus doe's, beare. Sirrah, Boy: Catamite. Looke you play Ganymede well now, you ſlaue: Doe not ſpill your Nectar; Carry your Cuppe euen: ſo. You ſhould haue rubd your Face, with whites of Egges, you Raſcall; till your Browes had ſhone like our ſootie brothers here, as ſleeke as a Horne-booke: or ha'ſteept your lips in wine, till you made 'hem ſo Plumpe, that Iuno might haue beene Iealous of 'hem. Punque, kiſſe mee, Punque.