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 0.76 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Before you go together (worthy Romans) We are to tender our Opinion; And give you those Instructions, that may add Unto your even judgement in the Cause; Which thus we do Commence: First, you must know That where there is a true, andperfect Merit, There can be no Dejection; and the Scorn Of humble Baseness, oftentimes, so works In a high Soul upon the grosser Spirit; That to his bleared, and offended Sense, There seems a hideous Fault blazed in the Object; When only the Disease is in his Eyes. Here-hence it comes, our Horace now stands taxed Of Impudence, Self-love, and Arrogance, By these, who share no merit in themselves; And therefore, think his Portion is as small. For they, from their own guilt, assure their Souls, If they should confidently praise their works, In them it would appear Inflation; Which, in a full, and well-digested man, Cannot receive that foul abusive name, But the fair Title of Erection. And, for his true use of translating Men, It still hath been a work of as much Palm In clearest judgements, as t' invent, or make. His sharpness, that is most excusable; As being forced out of a suffering Virtue, Oppressed with the Licence of the Time: And howsoever Fools, or jerking Pedants, Players, or such like Buffonary wits, May with their beggarly, and barren trash, Tickle base vulgar ears, in their despite; This (like Ioues Thunder) shall their pride control. The honest Satire hath the happiest Soul. Now, Romans, you have heard our thoughts. Withdraw, when you please. Remove the Accused from the Bar. Who holds the Urn to us? ha? Fear nothing: I'll quit you, mine honest pitiful Stinkards. I'll do't. Captain, you shall eternally girt me to you, as I am Generous. Go to. Tibullus, let there be a case of Vizardes' privately provided: we have found a Subject to bestow them on. It shall be done, Caesar. Here be words, Horace, able to bastinado a man's Ears. I. Please it great Caesar, I have Pills about me (Mixed with the whitest kind of Ellebore) Would give him a light vomit; that should purge His Brain, and Stomach of those tumorous heats: Might I have leave to minister unto him. O! be as Aesculapius, Gentle Horace; You shall have leave, and he shall be your Patient. Virgil, use your Authority, command him forth. Caesar is careful of your health, Crispinus; And hath himself chose a Phistian To minister unto you: take his Pills. They are somewhat bitter, but wholesome; Take another, yet; so: Stand by, they'll work anon. Romans, return to your several seats: Lictors, Bring forward the Urn; and set the Accused at the Bar. Quickly, you Whoreson Egregious Varlet; Come forward. What? shall we sit all day upon you? you make no more haste, now, than a Beggar upon Pattens: or a Physician to a Patient that has no money, you Pilchers.
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Before you goe together (worthy Romanes) We are to tender our Opinion; And giue you thoſe Inſtructions, that may adde Vnto your euen Iudgement in the Cauſe; Which thus we doe Commence: Firſt, you muſt know That where there is a true, andperfect Merit, There can be no Deiection; and the Scorne Of humble Baſeneſſe, oftentimes, ſo workes In a high Soule vpon the groſſer Spirit; That to his bleared, and offended Senſe, There ſeemes a hideous Fault blaz'd in the Obiect; When only the Diſeaſe is in his Eyes. Here-hence it comes, our Horace now ſtands taxt Of Impudence, Selfe-loue, and Arrogance, By theſe, who ſhare no merit in themſelues; And therefore, thinke his Portion is as ſmall. For they, from their owne guilt, aſſure their Soules, If they ſhould confidently praiſe their workes, In them it would appeare Inflation; Which, in a full, and well-digeſted man, Cannot receiue that foule abuſiue name, But the faire Title of Erection. And, for his trewe vſe of tranſlating Men, It ſtill hath beene a worke of as much Palme In cleareſt Iudgements, as t' inuent, or make. His ſharpneſſe, that is moſt excuſable; As being forc't out of a ſuffering Vertue, Oppreſſed with the Licence of the Time: And howſoeuer Fooles, or Ierking Pedants, Players, or ſuch like Buffonary wits, May with their beggerly, and barren traſh, Tickle baſe vulgar eares, in their deſpight; This (like Ioues Thunder) ſhall their pride controule. "The honest Satyre hath the happiest Soule. Now, Romanes, you haue heard our thoughts. Withdrawe, when you pleaſe. Remoue the Accuſed from the Barre. Who holdes the Vrne to vs? ha? Feare nothing: I'le quitte you, mine honeſt pittifull Stinkards. I'le do't. Captaine, you ſhall eternally girt me to you, as I am Generous. Goe to. Tibullus, let there bee a caſe of Vizardes priuately prouided: wee haue founde a Subiect to beſtowe them on. It ſhall be done, Caeſar. Here be wordes, Horace, able to baſtinado a mans Eares. I. Pleaſe it great Caeſar, I haue Pils about mee (Mixt with the whiteſt kinde of Ellebore) Would giue him a light vomite; that ſhould purge His Braine, and Stomack of thoſe tumorous heates: Might I haue leaue to miniſter vnto him. O! be as Aeſculapius, Gentle Horace; You ſhall haue leaue, and he ſhall be your Patient. Virgill, vſe your Authoritie, commaund him forth. Caeſar is carefull of your health, Crispinus; And hath himſelfe choſe a Phiſtian To miniſter vnto you: take his Pils. They are ſomewhat bitter, but wholſome; Take another, yet; ſo: Stand by, they'll worke anone. Romanes, returne to your ſeuerall ſeates: Lictors, Bring forward the Vrne; and ſet the Accuſed at the Barre. Quickly, you VVhorſon Egregious Varlettes; Come forwarde. What? ſhall wee ſit all day vpon you? you make no more haſte, now, than a Begger vpon Pattins: or a Phiſitian to a Patient that ha's no money, you Pilchers.