Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 5 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 506 words
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For I to thee and thine immortal name, In flowing numbers filled with sprite and flame, To thee loves mightiest King, Hymen o Hymen does our chaste Muse sing. there's music in this; Mark now dear Asinius. Let these virgins quickly see thee, Leading out the Bride, Though their blushing cheeks they hide, Yet with kisses will they fee thee, To untie their Virgin zone, They grieve to lie alone. So do I by Venus. Yet with kisses will they fee thee, my Muse has marched (dear rogue) no farther yet: but how is't? how is't? nay prithee good Asinius deal plainly, do not flatter me, come, how?— If I have any judgement: Nay look you Sir, and then follow a troup of other rich and laboured conceits, oh the end shall be admirable! but how is't sweet Bubo, how, how? If I have any judgement, 'tis the best stuff that ever dropped from thee. You ha' seen my Acrostics? I'll put up my pipes and then I'll see any thing. thoust a Copy of mine Odes to, hast not Bubo? Your odes? O that which you spoken by word a mouth at th'ordinary, when Musco the gull cried Mew at it: A pox on him poor brainless Rook: and you remember, I told him his wit lay at pawn with his new Satin suit, and both would be lost, for not fetching home by a day. At which he would feign ha' blushed but that his painted cheeks would not let him. Nay sirrah the Palinode, which I mean to stitch to my Revels, shall be the best and ingenious piece that ever I sweat for; stay rogue, I'll fat thy spleen and make it plump with laughter. Shall I? faith Ningle, shall I see thy secrets? Puh my friends. But what farthel's that? what farthel's that? farthel, away, 'tis my packet; here lies entombed the loves of Knights and Earls, here 'tis, here 'tis, here 'tis, Sir Walter Terrill's letter to me, and my answer to him: I no sooner opened his letter, but there appeared to me three glorious Angels, whom I adorned, as subjects do their Sovereigns: the honest knight Angles for my acquaintance, with such golden baits— but why dost laugh my good rogue? how is my answer, prithee, how, how? Answer, as God judge me Ningle, for thy wit thou mayst answer any justice of peace in England I warrant; thou writ'st in a most goodly big hand too, I like that, & readst as legibly as some that have been saved by their neck-verse. But how dost like the Knights inditing? If I have any judgement; a pox o't, here's worshipful lines indeed, here's stuff: but sirrah Ningle, of what fashion is this knight's wit, of what block? Why you see; well, well, an ordinary Ingenuity, a good wit for a knight, you know how, before God I am haunted with some the most pitiful dry gallants. Troth so I think; good pieces of landscape, show best afar off.
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For I to thee and thine immortall name, In flowing numbers fild with sprite and flame, To thee Loues mightiest King, Himen ô Himen does our chaste Muse sing. Ther's musicke in this; Marke now deare Asinius. Let these virgins quickly see thee, Leading out the Bride, Though theyr blushing cheekes they hide, Yet with kisses will they fee thee, To vntye theyr Virgin zone, They grieue to lye alone. So doe I by Venus. Yet with kisses wil they fee thee, my Muse has marcht (deare roagu) no arder yet: but how ist? how ist? nay prethee good Asinis deale plainly, doe not flatter me, come, how?— If I haue any iudgement: Nay look you Sir, and the follow a troope of other rich and labour'd conceipts, oh the end shall be admirable! but how ist sweet Bubo, how, how? If I haue any Iudgement, tis the best stuffe that euer dropt from thee. You ha seene my Acrosticks? Ile put vp my pypes and then Ile see any thing. Th'ast a Coppy of mine Odes to, hast not Bubo? Your odes? O that which you spake by word a mouth at th'ordinary, when Musco the gull cryed Mew at it: A pox on him poore braineles Rooke: and you remember, I tolde him his wit lay at pawne with his new Sattin sute, and both would be lost, for not fetching home by a day. At which he would faie ha blusht but that his painted cheekes would not let him. Nay sirra the Palinode, which I meane to stitch to my Reuels, shall be the best and ingenious peece that euer I swet for; stay roague, Ile fat thy spleane and make it plumpe with laughter. Shall I? fayth Ningle, shall I see thy secrets? Puh my friends. But what fardle's that? what fardle's that? Fardle, away, tis my packet; heere lyes intoomb'd the loues of Knights and Earles, heere tis, heere tis, heere tis, Sir Walter Terils letter to me, and my answere to him: I no sooner opened his letter, but there appeared to me three glorious Angels, whome I adorn'd, as subiectes doe their Soueraignes: the honest knight Angles for my acquaintance, with uch golden baites—but why doost laugh my good roague? how is my answere, prethee, how, how? Answere, as God iudge me Ningle, for thy wit thou mayst answer any Iustice of peace in England I warrant; thou writ'st in a most goodly big hand too, I like that, & readst as leageably as some that haue bin sau'd by their neck-verse. But how dost like the Kinghts inditing? If I haue any iudgement; a pox ot, heer's worshipfull lynes indeed, heer's stuffe: but ra Ningle, of what fashion is this knights wit, of what block? Why you see; wel, wel, an ordinary Ingenuity, a good wit for a knight, you know how, before God I am haunted with some the most pittyfull dry gallants. Troth so I think; good peeces of lantskip, shew best a far off.