Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.69 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Obscure me, or— signior Laverdure, by the heart of an honest man, this Iebusite, this confusion to him, this worse than I dare to name, abuseth thee most incomprehensibly; is this your protest of most obsequious vassalage, protest to strain your utmost sum, your most— So Phoebus warm my brain, I'll rhyme thee dead, Look for the Satire, if all the sour juice Of a tart brain, can souse thy estimate, I'll pickle thee. Ha he mount Chirall on the wings of fame. A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse, Look the I speak play scraps. Bydet I'll down Sing, sing, or stay we'll quaff or any thing Rivo, Saint Mark, let's talk as loss as air Unwind youths colours, display ourselves So that you envy-starved Cur may yelp And spend his chaps at our fantasticness. O Lord Quadratus. Away Idolater, why you Don Kynsayder Thou Canker eaten rusty cur, thou snaffle To freer spirits. Thinkest thou a libertine, am ungiu'd breast scorns not the shackles of thy envious clogs You will traduce us unto public scorn. By this hand I will. A fuotra for thy hand, thy heart, thy brain, Thy hate, thy malice, Envy, grinning spite Shall a freeborn that holds Antipathy. Antipathy. I Antipathy. A native hate unto the curse of man, bare-pated servitude, Quake at the frowns of a ragged Satirist A skrubbing railer whose course hardened fortune Grating his hide, galling his starved ribs Sits howling at Deserts more battle fate Who out of dungeon of his black Despairs scowls at the fortune of the fairer Merit. Tut Via let all run glib and square. Uds foot he cogs and cheats your simpler thoughts, My spleen's afire in the heat of hate I bear these gnats that hum about our ears, And sting blister our credit's in obscured shades. Pewte bougra la, la, la, titt shaugh Shall I forbear to caper, sing, or vault To wear fresh clothes or wear perfumed sweets To trick my face, or glory in my fate, T' abandon natural propensitudes My fancy's humour, for a stiff jointed, Tattered nasty taber faced, puh, la, la, lie ro Now by thy Lady's cheek I honour thee My rich free-blood, O my dear libertine I could suck the juice, the syrup of thy lip, For thy most generous thought. My Elysium. O Sir you are so square you scorn reproof. No sir should discreet Mastigophoros Or the dear spirit acute Canaidus (That Aretine; that most of me beloved Who in the rich esteem I prize his soul I term myself) should these once menace me Or curb, my humours with well governed check I should with most industrious regard, Observe abstain, and curb my skipping lightness But when an arrogant odd impudent, A blushless forehead only out of sense. Of his own wants, baules in malignant questing At others means of waving gallantry Pipht foutra. I fail at none you well squared signior.
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Obscure me, or— Synior Lauerdure, by the hart of an honest man, this Iebusite, this confusion to him, this worse then I dare to name, abuseth thee most incomprehensibly; is this your protest of most obsequious vassalage, protest to straine your vtmost summe, your most — So Phoebus warme my braine, Ile rime thee dead, Looke for the Satyre, if all the sower iuice Of a tart braine, can sowse thy estimate, Ile pickle thee. Ha he mount Chirall on the wings of fame. A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse, Looke the I speake play scrappes. Bydet Ile downe Sing, sing, or stay weele quasse or any thing Riuo, Saint Marke, lets talke as losse as ayre Vn-wind youthes coullors, display our selues So that you enuy-starued Curre may yealpe And spend his chappes at our Phantasticknesse. O Lord Quadratus. Away Idolater, why you Don Kynsayder Thou Canker eaten rusty curre, thou snaffle To freer spirits. Think'st thou a libetine, am vngiu'd breast Skornes not the shacklesse of thy enuious clogges You will traduce vs vnto publicke skorne. By this hand I will. A fuotra for thy hand, thy heart, thy braine, Thy hate, thy malice, Enuie, grinning spight Shall a free-borne that holdes Autypathy. Antypathy. I Antypathy. A natiue hate vnto the curse of man, bare-pated seruitude, Quake at the frownes of a ragg'd Satyrist A skrubbing railer whose course harden'd fortune Grating his hide, gauling his starued ribs Sittes houling at Deserts more battle fate Who out of dungeon of his black Dispairs Skoules at the fortune of the fairer Merit. Tut Via let all runne glib and square. Vds futt hee cogges and cheates your simpler thoughtes, My spleen's a fire in the heate of hate I beare these gnats that humme aboute our eares, And stinge blister our credit's in obscured shades. Pewte bougra la, la, la, titt shaugh Shall I forbeare to caper, sing, or vault To weare fresh cloathes or weare perfum'd sweetes To trick my face, or glory in my fate, T' abandon naturall propensitudes My fancies humor, for a stiffe ioynted, Tattr'd nasty taber fac'd, puh, la, la, ly ro Now by thy Ladies cheeke I honor thee My rich free-bloud, O my deere libertine I could suck the iuice, the sirrop of thy lippe, For thy most generous thought. My Elysium. O Sir you are so square you skorne repoofe. No sir should discreete Mastigophoros Or the deere spirit acute Canaidus (That Aretine; that most of me belou'd Who in the rich esteeme I prize his soule I terme my selfe) should these once menace me Or curbe, my humors with well gouern'd check I should with most industrious regard, Obserue abstaine, and curbe my skipping lightnesse But when an arrogant od impudent, A blushles fore-head only out of scence. Of his owne wants, baules in malignant questing At others meanes of wauing gallantry Pipht foutra. I faile at none you well squar'd Syneor.