Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.69 · 517 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.
CORNELIUS GALLUS borrowed it to read. CORNELIUS GALLUS? There's another gallant, too, hath drunk of the same poison: and TIBULLUS, and PROPERTIUS. But these are gentlemen of means, and revenue now. Thou art a younger brother, and hast nothing, but thy bare exhibition: which I protest shall be bare indeed, if thou forsake not these unprofitable by-courses, and that timely too. Name me a professed poet, that his poetry did ever afford him so much as a competency. ay, your god of poets there (whom all of you admire and reverence so much) HOMER, he whose worm-eaten statue must not be spewed against, but with hallowed lips, and groveling adoration, what was he? what was he? marry, I'll tell thee, old swagger; He was a poor, blind, rhyming rascal, that lived obscurely up and down in booths, and tap-houses, and scarce ever made a good meal in his sleep, the whoreson hungry beggar. He says well: Nay, I know this nettles you now, but answer me; Is't not true? you'll tell me his name shall live; and that (now being dead) his works have eternized him, and made him divine But could this divinity feed him, while he lived? could his name feast him? Or purchase him a senator's revenue? could it? ay, or give him place in the commonwealth? worship, or attendants? make him be carried in his litter? Thou speakest sentences, old BIAS. All this the law will do, young sir, if you'll follow it. If he be mine, he shall follow and observe, what I will apt him too, or, I profess here openly, and utterly to disclaim in him. Sir, let me crave you will, forego these moods; I will be any thing, or study any thing: I'll prove the unfashioned body of the law Pure elegance, and make her ruggedst strains Ruin smoothly, as PROPERTIUS elegies. PROPERTIUS elegies? good! Nay, you take him too quickly, MARCUS. Why, he cannot speak, he cannot think out of poetry, he is bewitched with it. Come, do not misprise him. Misprise? ay, marry, I would have him use some such words now: They have some touch, some taste of the law. He should make himself a style out of these, and let his PROPERTIUS elegies go by. Indeed, young PUBLIUS, he that will now hit the mark, must shoot through the law we have no other planet reigns, & in that sphere, you may sit, and sing with angels. Why, the law makes a man happy, without respecting any other merit: a simple scholar, or none at all may be a lawyer. He tells thee true, my noble Neophyte; my little Grammaticaster, he does: It shall never put thee to thy Mathematics, metaphysics, Philosophy, and I know not what supposed sufficiencies; If thou canst but have the patience to plod enough, talk, and make noise enough, be impudent enough, and 'tis enough. Three books will furnish you. And the less art, the better: Besides, when it shall be in the power of thy chevril conscience, to do right, or wrong, at thy pleasure, my pretty ALCIBIADES.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 169–191 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 57 in this edition
Length
517 words · 747 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.694 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
CORNELIVS GALLVS borrowed it to reade. CORNELIVS GALLVS? There's another gallant, too, hath drunke of the same poison: and TIBVLLVS, and PROPERTIVS. But these are gentlemen of meanes, and reuenew now. Thou art a yonger brother, and hast nothing, but thy bare exhibition: which I protest shall bee bare indeed, if thou forsake not these vnprofitable by-courses, and that timely too. Name me a profest poet, that his poetrie did euer afford him so much as a competencie. I, your god of poets there (whom all of you admire and reuerence so much) HOMER, he whose worme-eaten statue must not bee spewd against, but with hallowed lips, and groueling adoration, what was he? what was he? Mary, I'le tell thee, old swagger; He was a poore, blind, riming rascall, that liu'd obscurely vp and downe in boothes, and tap-houses, and scarce euer made a good meale in his sleepe, the whoorson hungrie begger. He saies well: Nay, I know this nettles you now, but answere me; Is't not true? you'le tell me his name shall liue; and that (now being dead) his workes haue eternis'd him, and made him diuine But could this diuinitie feed him, while he liu'd? could his name feast him? Or purchase him a Senators reuenue? could it? I, or giue him place in the common-wealth? worship, or attendants? make him be carried in his litter? Thou speakest sentences, old BIAS. All this the law will doe, yong sir, if youle follow it. If he be mine, hee shall follow and obserue, what I will apt him too, or, I professe here openly, and vtterly to disclaime in him. Sir, let me craue you will, forgoe these moodes; I will be any thing, or studie any thing: I'le proue the vnfashion'd body of the law Pure elegance, and make her ruggedst straines Ruine smoothly, as PROPERTIVS elegies. PROPERTIVS elegies? good! Nay, you take him too quickly, MARCVS. Why, he cannot speake, he cannot thinke out of poetrie, he is bewitcht with it. Come, doe not mis-prize him. Mis-prize? I, mary, I would haue him vse some such wordes now: They haue some touch, some taste of the law. Hee should make himselfe a stile out of these, and let his PROPERTIVS elegies goe by. Indeed, yong PVBLIVS, he that will now hit the marke, must shoot thorough the law we haue no other planet raignes, & in that spheare, you may sit, and sing with angels. Why, the law makes a man happy, without respecting any other merit: a simple scholer, or none at all may be a lawyer. He tells thee true, my noble Neophyte; my little Grammaticaster, he do's: It shall neuer put thee to thy Mathematiques, Metaphysiques, Philosophie, and I know not what suppos'd sufficiencies; If thou canst but haue the patience to plod inough, talke, and make noise inough, be impudent inough, and 'tis inough. Three bookes will furnish you. And the lesse arte, the better: Besides, when it shall be in the power of thy chen rill conscience, to doe right, or wrong, at thy pleasure, my pretty ALCIBIADES.