Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 504 words
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You gave it me and I'll kept. Well done my honest crack thou shalt be my ingle for't. He shall keep all maugre thy beardless chin thy eyes. I may go starve till Midsummer quarter. Fool get thee hence, I'll to school again that I will, I left in Ass in presenti, and I'll begin in Ass in presenti and so good night fair gentry. The triple idiot's coxcomb crowns thee, Bitter epigrams confound thee. cuckold be when ere thou bride thee, Through every comic scene be drawn, Never come thy clothes from pawn. Never may thy shame be sheathed, Never kiss a wench sweet breathed. Seance the Duke approacheth 'tis almost night, For the Dukes up, now begins his day Come grace his entrance; lights lights now gins our play. Still these same bawling pipes, sound softer strains Slumber our sense, tut these are vulgar strains, Cannot your trembling wires throw a chain Of powerful rapture 'bout our mazed sense Why is our chair thus cushioned tapestry Why is our bed tired with wanton sports? Why are we clothed in glistering attires, If common bloods can hear, can, feel, Can sit as soft, lie as lascivious Stut all as rich as the greatest Potentate, Soul, and you cannot feast my thirsting ears With aught but what the lip of common birth can taste, Take all away your labours idly waste What sport for night. A Comedy, entitled Temperance. What sot elects that subject for the Court, What should dame Temperance do here, away, The itch on Temperance your moral play. Duke, Prince, royal blood, thou that hast the best means to be damned of any Lord in Venice, thou great man, let me kiss thy flesh, I am fat and therefore faithful, I will do that which few of thy subjects do; love thee, but I will never do, that which all thy subjects do; flatter thee, thy humours real, good, a Comedy? No and thy sense would banquet in delights, appropriate to the blood of Emperors; Peculiar to the state of Majesty, That none can relish but dilated greatness. Vouchsafe to view the structure of a scene That stands on tragic solid passion, O that's fit traffic to commerce with births: Strained from the mud of base unable brains, Give them a scene may force their struggling blood Rise up on tiptoe in attention, And fill their intellect with pure elixed wit, O that's for greatness apt, for Princes fit. darest thou then undertake to suit our ears, With such rich vestment. Dare; yes my Prince I dare, nay more, I will, And I'll present a subject worth thy soul: The honoured end of Cato Utican. who'll personate him. Marry that will I on sudden without change. Thou want'st a beard. Tush a beard near made Cato, though many men's Cato hang only on their chin. Suppose this flower the City vtica, The time the night that prolonged Cato's death: Now being placed 'mong his Philosophers, These first discourse the soul's eternity.
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You gaue it me and Ile keept. Well done my honest crack thou shalt be my ingle fort. He shall keepe all maugre thy beardles chin thy eyes. I may go starue till Midsomer quarter. Foole get thee hence, Ile to schoole againe that I will, I left in Asse in presenti, and Ile begin in Asse in presenti and so good night faire gentry. The triple Ideotts coxcombe crownes thee, Bitter epigrames confound thee. Cucold be when ere thou bride thee, Through euery comick sceane be drawne, Neuer come thy cloathes from pawne. Neuer may thy shame be sheathed, Neuer kisse a wench sweet breathed. Seace the Duke approacheth tis almost night, For the Dukes vp, now begins his day Come grace his entrance; lightes lightes now ginnes our play. Still these same bauling pipes, sound softer straines Slumber our scence, tut these are vulger straines, Cannot your trembling wiers throw a chaine Of powerfull rapture bout our mazed scence Why is our chaire thus cushion'd tapistry Why is our bed tired with wanton sportes? Why are we cloath'd in glistring attiers, If common bloudes can heare, can, feele, Can sit as soft, lie as lasciuious Stut all as rich as the greatest Potentate, Soule, and you cannot feast my thrifting eares With aught but what the lip of common berth can tast, Take all away your labors idly wast What sport for night. A Commedy, intitled Temperance. What sot elects that subiect for the Court, What should dame Temperance do heere, away, The itch on Temperance your morrall play. Duke, Prince, royall bloud, thou that hast the best meanes to be damn'd of any Lord in Veince, thou great man, let me kisse thy flesh, I am fat and therefore faithfull, I will do that which few of thy subiects do; loue thee, but I will neuer do, that which all thy subiects do; flatter thee, thy humors reall, good, a Commedie? No and thy scence would banquit in delightes, Appropriat to the bloud of Emperors; Peculier to the state of Maiesty, That none can rellish but dilated greatnesse. Vouchafe to vew the structure of a sceane That stands on tragike sollid passion, O thats fit trafick to commerce with birthes: Straind from the mud of base vnble braines, Giue them a sceane may force their struggling bloud Rise vp on tiptoe in attention, And fill their intellect with pure elixed wit, O thats for greatnesse apt, for Princes fit. Darst thou then vndertake to sute our eares, With such rich vestment. Dare; yes my Prince I dare, nay more, I will, And Ile present a subiect worth thy soule: The honor'd end of Cato Vtican. Whole personate him. Marry that wil I on suddaine without change. Thou want'st a beard. Tush a beard nere made Cato, though many mens Cato hang onely on their chin. Suppose this flowre the City vtica, The time the night that prolong'd Catos death: Now being plac'd moung his Philosophers, These first discourse the soules eternity.