Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.78 · 518 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Yes, sir. I hear of a tragedy of yours coming forth for the common players there, called MEDEA. By my household-gods, if I come to the acting of it, I'll add one tragic part, more than is yet expected, to it: believe me when I promise it. What? shall I have my son a stager now? an ingle for players? a gull? a rook? a shot-clog? to make suppers, and be laughed at? PUBLIUS, I will set thee on the funeral pile, first. Sir, I beseech you to have patience. Nay, this 'tis to have your ears dammed up to good counsel. I did augur all this to him aforehand, without poring into an ox's paunch for the matter, and yet he would not be scrupulous. How now, good man slave? what, roll powle? all rivals, rascal? why my Master, of worship, dost hear? Are these thy best projects? is this thy designs and thy discipline, to suffer knaves to be competitors with commanders and gentlemen? are we parallels, rascal? are we parallels? Sirrah, go get my horses ready. You'll still be prating. Do, you perpetual stinkard, do, go, talk to tapsters and ostlers, you slave, they are i' your element, go: here be the emperors captains, you raggamuffin rascal; and not your comrades. Indeed, MARCUS OVID, these players are an idle generation, and do much harm in a state, corrupt young gentry very much, I know it: I have not been a Tribune thus long, and observed nothing: besides, they will rob us, us, that are magistrates, of our respect, bring us upon their stages, and make us ridiculous to the plebeians; they will play you, or me, the wisest men they can come by still; me: only to bring us in contempt with the vulgar, and make us cheap. thouart in the right, my venerable cropshin, they will indeed: the tongue of the oracle never twanged truer. Your courtier cannot kiss his mistress slippers, in quiet, for 'em: nor your white innocent gallant pawn his reveling suit, to make his punk a supper. An honest decayed commander, cannot skelder, cheat, nor be seen in a bawdy house, but he shall be straight in one of their worm wood comedies. They are grown licentious, the rogues; libertines, flat libertines. They forget they are i' the statute, the rascals, they are blazoned there, there they are tricked, they and their pedigrees; they need no other heralds, I wiss. methinks, if nothing else, yet this alone, the very reading of the public edicts should fright thee from commerce with them; and give thee distaste enough of their actions. But this betrays what a student you are: this argues your proficiency in the law. They wrong me, sir, and do abuse you more, That blow your ears with these untrue reports. I am not known unto the open stage, Nor do I traffic in their theatres. Indeed, I do acknowledge, at request Of some near friends, and honourable Romans, I have begun a poem of that nature. You have, sir, a poem? and where is't? that's the law you study.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 152–168 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 57 in this edition
Length
518 words · 735 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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seed 43: T16 · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes, sir. I heare of a tragoedie of yours comming foorth for the common players there, call'd MEDEA. By my houshold-gods, if I come to the acting of it, Ile adde one tragick part, more then is yet expected, to it: beleeue me when I promise it. What? shall I haue my sonne a stager now? an enghle for players? a gull? a rooke? a shot-clogge? to make suppers, and bee laught at? PVBLIVS, I will set thee on the funerall pile, first. Sir, I beseech you to haue patience. Nay, this tis to haue your eares damm'd vp to good counsell. I did angure all this to him afore-hand, without poring into an oxes panch for the matter, and yet he would not be scrupulous. How now, good man slaue? what, rowle powle? all riualls, rascall? why my Master, of worship, do'st heare? Are these thy best proiects? is this thy desseignes and thy discipline, to suffer knaues to bee competitors with commanders and gentlemen? are wee paralells, rascall? are wee paralells? Sirrah, goe get my horses ready. You'll still be prating. Doe, you perpetuall stinkard, doe, goe, talke to tapsters and ostlers, you slaue, they are i' your element, goe: here bee the Emperours captaines, you raggamuffin rascall; and not your cam'rades. Indeed, MARCVS OVID, these players are an idle generation, and doe much harme in a state, corrupt yong gentrie very much, I know it: I haue not beene a Tribune thus long, and obseru'd nothing: besides, they will rob vs, vs, that are magistrates, of our respect, bring vs vpon their stages, and make vs ridiculous to the plebeians; they will play you, or me, the wisest men they can come by still; me: only to bring vs in contempt with the vulgar, and make vs cheape. Th'art in the right, my venerable cropshin, they will indeede: the tongue of the oracle neuer twang'd truer. Your courtier cannot kisse his mistris slippers, in quiet, for 'hem: nor your white innocent gallant pawne his reuelling sute, to make his punke a supper. An honest decayed commander, cannot skelder, cheat, nor be seene in a bawdie house, but he shall be straight in one of their worme wood comoedies. They are growne licentious, the rogues; libertines, flat libertines. They forget they are i' the statute, the rascals, they are blazond there, there they are trickt, they and their pedigrees; they neede no other heralds, I wisse. Mee thinkes, if nothing else, yet this alone▪ the very reading of the publike edicts should fright thee from commerce with them; and giue thee distaste enough of their actions. But this betrayes what a student you are: this argues your proficiencie in the law. They wrong mee, sir, and doe abuse you more, That blow your eares with these vntrue reports. I am not knowne vnto the open stage, Nor doe I traffique in their theaters. Indeed, I doe acknowledge, at request Of some neere friends, and honorable Romanes, I haue begunne a poeme of that nature. You haue, sir, a poeme? and where is't? that's tho law you studie.