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 0.70 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Rufus Laberius Crispinus, and Demetrius Fannius, hold up your hands. You have (according to the Roman Custom) put yourselves upon Trial to the Urn, for divers and sundry Calumnies, whereof, you have before this time been indicted, and are now presently arraigned: Prepare yourselves to hearken to the verdict of your triers. Caius Cilnius Maecenas pronounceth you, by this hand-writing, Guilty. Corneli. Gallus, Guilty. Pantilius Tucca— us Parcel Guilty; I. He means himself: for it was he indeed, Suborned us to the Calumny. I, you whoreson Cantharideses? was't I? I appeal to your conscience, Captain. Then, you confess it, now. I do, and crave the mercy of the Court. What saith Crispinus? O, the Captain, the Captain. My Physic begins to work with my Patient, I see. Captain; stand forth and answer. Hold thy peace, Poet Praetor: I appeal from thee, to Caesar, I. Do me right, Royal Caesar. Mary, and I will, Sir. Lictors, gag him: And put a case of vizards o'er his head, That he may look Bifronted, as he speaks. Gods, and Fiends. Caesar! thou wilt not Caesar? wilt thou? Away, you whoreson Vultures; away. You think I am a dead Corpse now; because Caesar is disposed to jest with a man of Mark, or so. Hold your hooked talons out of my flesh, you inhuman Gorboduckes. Go to, do't. What? will the Royal Augustus cast away a Gentleman of worship, a Captain, and a Commander; for a couple of condemned caitiff Calumnious Cargoes? Dispatch, Lictors. Caesar. Forward, Tibullus. Demand, what cause they had to malign Horace. In troth, no great cause, not I; I must confess: but that he kept better company (for the most part) than I: and that better Men loved him, than loved me: and that his writings thrived better than mine, and were better liked & graced: Nothing else. Thus, envious Souls repine at others good. If this be all; faith, I forgive thee freely. Envy me still; so long as Virgil loves me, Gallus, Tibullus, and the best-best Caesar, My dear Maecenas; while these, with many more (Whose names I wisely slip) shall think me worthy Their honoured and adored Society, And read, and love, prove, and applaud my Poems; I would not wish but such as you should spite them. O. How now, Crispinus? O, I am sick. A Basin, a Basin, quickly; our Physic works. Faint not, man. O— Retrograde— Reciprocal— What's that, Horace? Retrograde, Reciprocal, and Incubus are come up. Thanks be to Iupiter. O— Glibery— Lubrical— Well said: here's some store. What are they? Glibery, Lubrical, and Defunct. O, they came up easy. O— O— What's that? Nothing, yet. Magnificate. Magnificate? that came up somewhat hard. I. What cheer, Crispinus? O, I shall cast up my— Spurious— Good. Again. Chillblained— O— That Clumsy stuck terribly.
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Rufus Laberius Criſpinus, and Demetrius Fannius, holde vp your handes. You haue (according to the Romane Cuſtome) put your ſelues vpon Tryall to the Vrne, for diuers and ſundry Calumnies, whereof, you haue before this time beene indited, and are now preſently arraigned: Prepare your ſelues to harken to the verdict of your Tryers. Caius Cilnius Mecoenas pronounceth you, by this hand-writing, Guiltie. Corneli. Gallus, Guiltie. Pantilius Tucca— us Parcell Guiltie; I. He meanes himſelfe: for it was he indeede, Suborn'd vs to the Calumny. I, you whorſon Cantharides? was't I? I appeale to your conſcience, Captaine. Then, you confeſſe it, now. I doe, and craue the mercie of the Court. What ſaith Crispinus? O, the Captaine, the Captaine. My Phyſicke begins to worke with my Patient, I ſee. Captaine; ſtand forth and anſwere. Hold thy peace, Poet Praetor: I appeale frō thee, to Caeſar, I. Doe me right, Royall Caeſar. Mary, and I will, Sir. Lictors, gag him: And put a caſe of vizards o're his head, That he may looke Bi-fronted, as he ſpeakes. Gods, and Fiends. Caeſar! thou wilt not Caeſar? wilt thou? Away, you whorſon Vultures; away. You thinke I am a deade Corps now; becauſe Caeſar is diſpoſ'd to ieſt with a man of Marke, or ſo. Holde your hook't talons out of my fleſh, you inhumane Gorboduckes. Goe to, do't. VVhat? will the Royall Auguſtus caſt away a Gent'man of worſhippe, a Captaine, and a Cōmaunder; for a couple of condemn'd Caitiue Calumnious Cargo's? Diſpatch, Lictors. Caeſar. Forward, Tibullus. Demaund, what cauſe they had to maligne Horace. In troth, no great cauſe, not I; I muſt confeſſe: but that he kept better companie (for the moſt part) then I: and that better Men lou'd him, then lou'd me: and that his writings thriu'd better then mine, and were better lik't & grac't: Nothing elſe. Thus, enuious Soules repine at others good. If this be all; faith, I forgiue thee freely. Enuie me ſtill; ſo long as Virgill loues me, Gallus, Tibullus, and the beſt-beſt Caeſar, My deare Mecoenas; while theſe, with many more (VVhoſe names I wiſely ſlip) ſhall think me worthy Their honour'd and ador'd Society, And read, and loue, prooue, and applaud my Poemes; I would not wiſh but ſuch as you ſhould ſpight them. O. How now, Criſpinus? O, I am ſicke. A Baſon, a Baſon, quickly; our Phyſicke works. Faint not, man. O—Retrograde—Reciprocall—Incubus. What's that, Horace? Retrograde, Reciprocall, and Incubus are come vp. Thanks be to Iupiter. O—Glibbery—Lubricall—Defunct—O— VVell ſaid: here's ſome ſtore. VVhat are they? Glibbery, Lubricall, and Defunct. O, they came vp eaſie. O—O— VVhat's that? Nothing, yet. Magnificate. Magnificate? that came vp ſomewhat hard. I. VVhat cheare, Crispinus? O, I ſhall caſt vp my—Spurious—Snotteries— Good. Againe. Chilblaind—O—O—Clumſie— That Clumſie ſtucke terribly.