Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.71 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Show that unto Demetrius. Is it yours? It is. There's a Father, will not deny his own Bastard, now, I warrant thee. Read them aloud. Ramp up, my Genius; be not Retrograde: But boldly nominate a Spade, a Spade. What, shall thy Lubrical and glibery Muse Live, as she were defunct, like Punk in Stews? Alas! That, were no modern Consequence, To have cothurnal Buskins frighted hence. No; teach thy Incubus to Poetize, And throw abroad thy spurious Snotteries, Upon that puft-up Lump of Barmy froth, Or Clumsy Chillblained judgement; that, with Oath, Magnificates his Merit; and bespaules The conscious Time, with humorous Foam; & brawls, As if his Organa of Sense would crack The sinews of my Patience. Break his Back, O Poets all and some: For now we list Of strenuous Vengeance to clutch the fist. I mary, this was written like a Hercules in Poetry, now. Excellently well threatened. I, and as strangely worded, Caesar. We observe it. The other, now. This's a fellow of a good prodigal tongue too; this'll do well. Our Muse is in mind for th'untrussing a Poet: I slip by his Name; for most men do know it: A Critic, that all the world bescumbers With Satirical Humours, and Lyrical Numbers: And for the most part, himself doth advance With much self-love, and more Arrogance: And (but that I would not be thought a Prater) I could tell you, he were a translator. I know the Authors from whence he has stole, And could trace him too, but that I understand 'em not full and whole. The best note I can give you to know him by, Is, that he keeps Gallants company; Whom I would wish, in time should him fear, Lest after they buy Repentance too dear. Well said. This carries Palm with it. And why, thou Motley Gull? why should they fear? When hast thou known us wrong, or tax a Friend? I dare thy malice, to betray it. Speak. Now thou curlst up, thou poor and nasty Snake; And shrinkest thy poisonous head into thy Bosom: Out Viper; thou that eatest thy Parents, hence. Rather, such speckled Creatures, as thyself, Should be eschewed, and shunned: such, as will bite And gnaw their absent Friends, not cure their Fame; Catch at the losest Laughters, and affect To be thought jesters; such, as can devise Things never seen, or heard, t' impair men's Names, And gratify their credulous Adversaries; Will carry Tales; do basest offices; Cherish divided Fires; and increase New Flames, out of old Embers; will reveal Each secret that's committed to their Trust: These be black Slaves; Romans, take heed of these. Thou twangst right, little Horace; they be indeed: A couple of Chap-fallen Curs. Come, We of the Bench, Let's rise to the Urn, and condemn 'em, quickly.
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Shewe that vnto Demetrius. Is it yours? It is. There's a Father, will not deny his owne Baſtard, now, I warrant thee. Reade them alowd. Rampe vp, my Genius; be not Retrograde: But boldly nominate a Spade, a Spade. VVhat, ſhall thy Lubricall and glibbery Muſe Liue, as ſhe were defunct, like Punque in Stewes? Alas! That, were no moderne Conſequence, To haue cothurnall Buſkins frighted hence. No; teach thy Incubus to Poetize, And throwe abroad thy ſpurious Snotteries, Vpon that puft-vp Lumpe of Barmy froth, Or Clumſy Chil-blain'd Iudgement; that, with Oath, Magnificates his Merit; and beſpaules The conſcious Time, with humorous Fome; & brawles, As if his Organons of Senſe would crack The ſinewes of my Patience. Breake his Back, O Poëts all and ſome: For now wee liſt Of strenuous Venge-ance to clutch the fiſt. I mary, this was written like a Hercules in Poetry, now. Excellently well threatned. I, and as ſtrangely worded, Caeſar. We obſerue it. The other, now. This's a fellow of a good prodigall tongue too; this'll doe well. Our Muſe is in minde for th'vntruſſing a Poet: I ſlip by his Name; for moſt men doe know it: A Critick, that al the world beſcumbers With Satyricall Humors, and Lyricall Numbers: And for the moſt part, himſelfe doth aduance VVith much ſelfe-loue, and more Arrogance: And (but that I would not be thought a Prater) I could tell you, he were a Tranſlater. I knowe the Authors from whence he ha's ſtole, And could trace him too, but that I vnderſtand 'hem not full and whole. The beſt note I can giue you to knowe him by, Is, that he keepes Gallants company; Whome I would wiſh, in time ſhould him feare, Leaſt after they buy Repentance too deare. Well ſaid. This carries Palme with it. And why, thou Motley Gull? why ſhould they feare? When haſt thou knowne vs wrong, or taxe a Friend? I dare thy malice, to betray it. Speake. Now thou curlſt vp, thou poore and naſty Snake; And ſhrinkſt thy poyſnous head into thy Boſome: Out Viper; thou that eat'ſt thy Parents, hence. Rather, ſuch ſpeckled Creatures, as thy ſelfe, Should be eſchew'd, and ſhund: ſuch, as will bite And gnaw their abſent Friends, not cure their Fame; Catch at the looſeſt Laughters, and affect To be thought Ieſters; ſuch, as can deuiſe Things neuer ſeene, or heard, t' impayre mens Names, And gratifie their credulous Aduerſaries; Will carry Tales; doe baſeſt offices; Cheriſh diuided Fiers; and increaſe New Flames, out of old Embers; will reueale Each ſecret that's committed to their Truſt: Theſe be blacke Slaues; Romanes, take heede of theſe. Thou twangſt right, little Horace; they be indeed: A couple of Chap-falne Curres. Come, Wee of the Bench, Let's riſe to the Vrne, and condemne 'hem, quickly.