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 · 470 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.
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 glibbery 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 puffed-up lump of barmy froth, Or clumsy chillblained judgement: that, with oath, Magnificates his merit; and bespawls The conscious time, with humorous foam, and brawls, As if his organons 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 marry, this was written like a HERCULES in poetry, now. Excellently well threatened! ay, 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 malice, to betray it. Speak. Now thou curl'st 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 loosest 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 still 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 twang'st 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.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2009–2070 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 49 of 57 in this edition
Length
470 words · 698 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.690 (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)
Shew that vnto DEMETRIVS. Is it yours? It is. There's a father, will not denie his owne bastard, now, I warrant thee. Reade them aloud. Rampe vp, my genius; be not retrograde: But boldly nominate a spade, a spade. What, shall thy lubricall and glibberie Muse Liue, as shee were defunct, like punke in stewes? Alas! That were no moderne consequence, To haue cotburnall buskins frighted hence. No, teach thy incubus to poetize; And throw abroad thy spurious snotteries, Vpon that puft-vp lumpe of barmy froth, Or clumsie chil-blain'd indgement: that, with oath, Magnificates his merit; and bespawles The conscious time, with humorous fome, and brawles, As if his organons of sense would crack The sinewes of my patience. Breake his back, O Poets all, and some: For now we list Of strenuous venge-ance to clutch the fist. I mary, this was written like a HERCVLES in poetrie, 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 wel. Our Muse is in mind for th'vntrussing a poet, I slip by his name; for most men doe know it: A critick, that all the world be scumbers With satyricall humours, and lyricall numbers. And for the most part, himselfe doth aduance With 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 know 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 know him by, Is, that he keepes gallants company; Whom I would wish, in time should him feare, Lest after they buy repentance too deare. Well said. This carries palme with it. And why, thou motly gull? why should they feare? When hast thou knowne vs wrong, or taxe a friend? I dare malice, to betray it. Speake. Now thou curl'st vp, thou poore, and nasty snake, And shrink'st thy poys'nous 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'impaire mens names, And gratifie their credulous aduersaries, Will carrie tales, doe basest offices, Cherish diuided fires, and still increase New flames, out of old embers, will reueale Each secret that's committed to their trust, These be black slaues: Romans, take heed of these. Thou twang'st right, little HORACE, they be indeed: A couple of chap-falne curres. Come, We of the bench, Let's rise to the vrne, and condemne 'hem, quickly.