Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 44 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 T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Our spirits have well been feasted; he whose pen Draws both corrupt, and clear blood from all men: (Careless what vein he pricks) let him not rave, When his own fides are struck, blows, blows, do crave. Kings-truce, my noble herb-a-grace; my Princely sweet-William, a boon— Stay first, Is't a match or no match, Lady Furnival Ist? A match? ay, a match, since he hath hit the Mistress so often i'th' foregame, we'll e'en play out a rubbers. Take her for me. Take her for thyself, not for me. Play out your rubbers in God's name, by Sesu I'll never bowl more in your Alley, Iddow. My Chain. My Purse. I'll Chain thee presently, and give thee ten pound and a purse: a boon my Liege:— dance o my delicate Rufus, at my wedding with this reverend Antiquary; is't done? wilt thou? He glue thee Kingly honour: Night and Sleep, With silken Ribbons would tie up our eyes, But Mistress Bride, one measure shall be led, In scorn of Midnights hast, and then to bed. GEntlemen, Gallants, and you my little Swaggerers that fight low: my tough hearts of Oak that stand to't so valiantly, and are still within a yard of your Captain: Now the Trumpets (that set men together by the ears) have left their Tantara-rag-boy, let's part friends. I recant, bear witness all you Gentlefolks (that walk i'th' Galleries) I recant the opinions which I held of Courtiers, Ladies, & Citizens, when once (in an assembly of Friars) I railed upon them: that Heretical Libertine Horace, taught me so to mouth it. Besides, 'twas when stiff Tucca was a boy: 'twas not Tucca that railed and roared then, but the Devil & his Angels: But now, Kings-truce, the Captain Summons a parley, and delivers himself and his prasing company into your hands, upon what composition you will. Are you pleased? and I'll dance Friskin for joy, but if you be not, by th' Lord I'll see you all— here for your two pence a piece again, before I'll lose your company. I know now some be come hither with cheeks swollen as big with hisses, as if they had the toothache: udsfoote, if I stood by them, I'd be so bold as— entreat them to hiss in another place. Are you advised what you do when you hiss? you blow away Horace's revenge: but if you set your hands and Seals to this, Horace will write against it, and you may have more sport: he shall not lose his labour, he shall not turn his blank verses into waste paper: No, my Poëtasters will not laugh at him, but will untruss him again, and again, and again. I'll tell you what you shall do, cast your little Tucca into a Bell: do, make a Bell of me, and be all you my clappers, upon condition, we may have a lusty peal, this cold weather: I have but two legs left me, and they are both yours: Good night my two penny Tenants God night.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Our spirits haue well been feasted; he whose pen Drawes both corrupt, and cleare bloud from all men: (Careles what veine he prickes) let him not raue, When his owne fides are strucke, blowes, blowes, doe craue. Kings-truce, my noble Hearbe-a-grace; my Princely sweet-William, a boone—Stay first, Ist a match or no match, Lady Furniuall Ist? A match? I, a match, since he hath hit the Mistris so often i'th fore-game, we'll eene play out a rubbers. Take her for me. Take her for thy selfe, not for me. Play out your rubbers in Gods name, by Sesu Ile boule more in your Alley, Iddow. My Chaine. My Purse. Ile Chaine thee presently, and giue thee ten pound and a purse: a boone my Leige:—daunce ô my delicate Rufus, at my wedding with this reuerend Antiquary; ist done? ut thou? He glue thee Kingly honour: Night and Sleepe, With silken Ribands would tye vp our eyes, But Mistris Bride, one measure shall be led, In scorne of Mid-nights hast▪ and then to bed. GEntlemen, Gallants, and you my little Swaggerers that fight lowe: my tough hearts of Oake that stand too't so valliantly, and are still within a yard of your Capten: Now the Trumpets (that set men together by the eares) haue left their Tantara-rag-boy, let's part friends. I recant, beare witnes all you Gentle-folkes (that walke i'th Galleries) I recant the opinions which I helde of Courtiers, Ladies, & Cittizens, when once (in an assembly of Friers) Irailde vpon them: that Hereticall Liberne Horace, taght me so to mouth it. Besides, twas when stiffe Tucca was a boy: twas not Tucca that railde and roar'd then, but the Deuill & his Angels: But now, Kings-truce, the Capten Summons a parlee, and deliuers himselfe and his prasing company into your hands, vpon what composition you wil. Are you pleas'd? and Ile dance Friskin for ioy, but if you be not, by 'th Lord Ile see you all—heere for your two pence a peice agen, before Ile loose your company. I know now some be come hyther with cheekes swolne as big with hisses, as if they had the tooth-ach: vds-foote, if I stood by them, Ide bee so bold as—intreate them to hisse in another place. Are you aduiz'd what you doe when you hisse? you blowe away Horaces reuenge: but if you set your hands and Seales to this, Horace will write against it, and you may haue more sport: he shall not loose his labour, he shall not turne his blanke verses into wast paper: No, my Poëtasters will not laugh at him, but will vntrusse him agen, and agen, and agen. Ile tell you what you shall doe, cast your little Tucca into a Bell: doe, make a Bell of me, and be al you my clappers, vpon condition, wee may haue a lustie peale, this colde weather: I haue but two legs left me, and they are both yours: Good night my two penny Tenants God night.