Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.69 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
We know it, our dear Virgil; and esteem it A most dishonest practice, in that man, Will seem too witty in another's work. What would Cornelius Gallus, and Tibullus? Nay, but as thou art a man, dost hear? a man of worship; and honourable: Hold, here, take thy chain again: Resume, mad Maecenas. What? dost thou think, I meant t'have kept it, old Boy? No; I did it but to fright thee, I: to try how thou wouldst take it. What? will I turn Shark, upon my Friends? or my friends Friends? I scorn it with my three Souls. Come; I love Bully Horace, as well as thou dost, I: 'tis an honest Hieroglyphic. Give me thy wrist Helicon. Dost thou think, I'll second ere a Rhinoceros of them all, against thee? ha? or thy noble Hippocrene, here? I'll turn Stager first, and be whipped too; dost thou see, Bully? You have your will of Caesar; use it Romans. Virgil shall be your Praetor; and ourself Will here fit by, Spectator of your sports; And think it no impeach of Royalty. Our Ear is now too much profaned ( (Grave Maro) With these distastes, to take thy sacred Lines: Put up thy Book, till both the Time and we Be fitted with more hallowed circumstance For the receiving so divine a Labour. Proceed with your design. Gall. Tib. Thanks to great Caesar. Tibullus, draw you the Indictment then, whilst Horace arrests them, on the Statute of Calumny: Maecenas, and I will take our places here; Lictor's, assist him. I am the worst Accuser, under Heaven. Tut, you must do't: 'Twill be noble Mirth. I take no knowledge, that they do malign me. I, but the world takes knowledge. Would the World knew How heartily I wish, A Fool should hate me. Body of Iupiter! What? Will they arraign my brisk Poëtaster, and his poor journeyman, ha? Would I were abroad skeldering for Twopences, so I were out of this Labyrinth again: I do feel myself turn Stinkard already. But I must set the best Face I have, upon't now: well said, my divine, deft Horace; bring the whoreson detracting Slaves to the Bar, do; Make 'em hold up their spread Golls; I'll give in Evidence for thee, if thou wilt. Take courage Crispinus; Would thy man had a clean band. What must we do, Captain? Thou shalt see anon: Do not make Division with thy Legs, so. What's he, Horace? I only know him for a Motion, Caesar. I am one of thy Commanders, Caesar; A man of Service, and Action; My Name is Pantilius Tucca: I have served i'thy Wars against Mark Antony; I. Do you know him, Cornelius? he's one, that hath had the Mustering, or Convoy of a Company, now, and then; I never noted him by any other Employment.
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VVe knowe it, our deare Virgill; and eſteeme it A moſt diſhoneſt practiſe, in that man, Will ſeeme too wittie in anothers worke. What would Cornelius Gallus, and Tibullus? Nay, but as thou art a man, do'ſt heare? a man of worſhippe; and honorable: Hold, here, take thy chaine againe: Reſume, mad Mecoenas. What? do'ſt thou thinke, I meant t'haue kept it, old Boy? No; I did it but to fright thee, I: to try how thou would'ſt take it. What? will I turne Sharke, vpon my Friends? or my friends Friends? I ſcorn it with my three Soules. Come; I loue Bully Horace, as well as thou do'ſt, I: 'tis an honeſt Hieroglyphick. Giue me thy wriſt Helicon. Do'ſt thou thinke, I'le ſecond ere a Rhinoceros of them all, againſt thee? ha? or thy noble Hippocrene, here? I'le turne Stager firſt, and be whipt too; do'ſt thou ſee, Bully? You haue your will of Caeſar; vſe it Romanes. Virgill ſhall be your Praetor; and our ſelfe VVill here fit by, Spectator of your ſports; And thinke it no impeach of Royalty. Our Eare is now too much prophan'd ((Graue Maro) VVith theſe diſtaſts, to take thy ſacred Lines: Put vp thy Booke, till both the Time and wee Be fitted with more hallowed circumſtance For the receiuing ſo diuine a Labour. Proceede with your deſſeigne. Gall. Tib. Thanks to great Caeſar. Tibullus, drawe you the Inditement then, whil'ſt Horace arreſts them, on the Statute of Calumny: Mecoenas, and I will take our places here; Lictors, aſſiſt him. I am the worſt Accuſer, vnder Heauen. Tut, you muſt do't: 'Twill be noble Mirth. I take no knowledge, that they doe maligne me. I, but the world takes knowledge. 'Would the World knew How hartily I wiſh, A Foole ſhould hate me. Body of Iupiter! What? Will they arraigne my briske Poëtaſter, and his poore Iourneyman, ha? Would I were abroad skeldring for Twopence, ſo I were out of this Labyrinth againe: I doe feele my ſelfe turne Stinkard already. But I muſt ſet the beſt Face I haue, vpon't now: well ſaid, my diuine, deft Horace; bring the whorſon detracting Slaues to the Barre, doe; Make 'hem hold vp their ſpread Golls; I'le giue in Euidence for thee, if thou wilt. Take courage Criſpinus; Would thy man had a cleane band. What muſt we doe, Captaine? Thou ſhalt ſee anon: Doe not make Diuiſion with thy Legges, ſo. What's he, Horace? I only know him for a Motion, Caeſar. I am one of thy Commanders, Caeſar; A man of Seruice, and Action; My Name is Pantilius Tucca: I haue ſeru'd i'thy Warres againſt Marke Antony; I. Doe you know him, Cornelius? Hee's one, that hath had the Muſtring, or Conuoy of a Company, now, and then; I neuer noted him by any other Imployment.