Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.85 · 515 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.
I will not go so far with you, but I say, any man that hath wit, may censure (if he sit in the twelve-penny room:) and I say again, the play is bitter. Sir you are like a Patron that presenting a poor scholar to a benefice, enjoins him not to rail against any thing that stands within compass of his Patron's folly: Why should not we enjoy the ancient freedom of poesy? Shall we protest to the Ladies that their painting makes them Angels, or to my young gallant, that his expense in the brothel shall gain him reputation? No sir, such vices as stand not accountable to law, should be cured as men heal tetters, by casting ink upon them. Would you be satisfied in any thing else sir? I marry would I. I would know how you came by this play? Faith sir the book was lost, and because 'twas pity so good a play should be lost, we found it and play it. I wonder you would play it, another company having interest in it? Why not Malevole in folio with us, as Ieronimo in Decimo sexto with them. They taught us a name for our play, we call it One for another. What are your additions? Sooth not greatly needful, only as your salad to your great feast, to entertain a little more time, and to abridge the not received custom of music in our Theatre. I must leave you sir. Doth he play the Malcontent? Yes sir. I durst lay four of mine ears, the play is not so well acted as it hath been. O no sir, nothing Ad Parminonis Suem. Have you lost your ears sir, that you are so prodigal of laying them? Why did you ask that friend? Marry sir because I have heard of a fellow would offer to lay a hundred pound wager, that was not worth five bau-bees: 〈◊〉 in this kind you might venture four of your elbows: yet God defend your coat should have so many. Nay truly, I am no great censurer, and yet I might have been one of the College of Crittickes once: my cousin here 〈◊〉 an excellent memory indeed sir. Who I? I'll tell you a strange thing of myself, and I can tell you for one that never studied the art of memory, 'tis very strange too. What's that sir? Why I'll lay a hundred pound I'll walk but once down by the goldsmiths row in Cheap, take notice of the signs, and tell you them with a breath instantly. 'tis very strange. They begin as the world did, with Adam and Eue. There's in all just five and fifty. I do use to meditate much when I come to plays too. What do you think might come into a man's head now, seeing all this company? I know not sir. I have an excellent thought: if some fifty of the Grecians that were crammed in the horse belly had eaten garlic, do you not think the Troyans' might have smelled out their knavery.
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515 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.853 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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I will not go so farre with you, but I say, any man that hath wit, may censure (if he sit in the twelve-penny roome:) and I say againe, the play is bitter. Sir you are like a Patron that presenting a poore scholler to a benefice, inioynes him not to raile against any thing that standes within compasse of his Patrons follie: Why should not we inioy the antient freedome of poesie? Shall we protest to the Ladies that their painting makes them Angells, or to my yong gallant, that his expence in the brothell shall gaine him reputation? No sir, such vices as stand not accountable to law, should be cured as men heale tetters, by casting inke vpon them. Would you be satisfied in any thing else sir? I marry woud I. I would know how you came by this play? Faith sir the booke was lost, ad because twas pittie so good a play should be lost, we found it and play it. I wonder you would play it, another company having interest in it? Why not Maleuole in folio with vs, as Ieronimo in Decimo sexto with them. They taught vs a name for our play, wee call it One for another. What are your additions? Sooth not greatly needefull, only as your sallet to your greate feast, to entertaine a little more time, and to abridge the not received custome of musicke in our Theater. I must leave you sir. Doth he play the Malecontent? Yes sir. I durst lay foure of mine eares, the play is not so well acted as it hath beene. O no sir, nothing Ad Parminonis Suem. Have you lost your eares sir, that you are so prodigall of laying them? Why did you aske that friend? Marry sir because I have heard of a fellow would offer to lay a hundred pound wager, that was not worth five bau-bees: in this kinde you might venter foure of your elbowes: yet God defende your coate should have so many. Nay truly, I am no great censurer, and yet I might have beene one of the Colledge of Crittickes once: my coosin heere an excellent memory indeede sir. Who I? Ile tell you a strange thing of my selfe, and I can tell you for one that never studied the art of memory, tis very ange too. Whats that sir? Why Ile lay a hundred pound Ile walke but once downe by the gold-smiths row in Cheape, take notice of the signes, and tell you them with a breath instantly. Tis verie strange. They beginne as the world did, with Adam and Eue. Theres in all iust five and fiftie. I do vse to meditate much when I come to plaies too. What do you thinke might come into a mans head now, seeing all this company? I know not sir. I have an excellent thought: if some fiftie of the Grecians that were cramd in the horse belly had eaten garlike, do you not thinke the Troians might have smelt out their knavery.