Histriomastix, or The Player Whipped · chunk 8 of 25
Marston, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) moral · Unknown T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.78 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
I premise ye, pretty names, I pray what ye want in any thing, To take it out in drink. And so go make ye ready masters. My Lords, your entertainment is but base, Courser your cates, but welcome with the best. fellows some Cushions; place fa re Ladies here, signior Landulpho; pray be merry sir. is't th'Italian guise to be so sad? When Love and Fancy should be banqueting? Madam, your kindness hath full power to command. These admirable wits of Italy, That court with looks, and speak in syllables, Are curious supervisors over strangers, And when we covet so to frame ourselves, (Like overnice portraying picturers,) We spoil the counterfeit in colouring; England is plain and loves her mother's guise, Enriched with cunning, as her parents rise. Lady, these eyes did ever hate to scorn, This tongue's unused to carp or contrary, The bosom where this heart hath residence, I wish may seem the seat of courtesy. Room my Masters take your places, Hold up your torches for dropping there. Usher are the Players ready? bid them begin. Some up and some down, there's Players in the town, You wot well who they be: The sum doth arise, to three companies, One, two, three, four, make we. Besides we that travel, with pumps full of gravel, Made all of such running leather: That once in a week, new masters we seek, And never can hold together. Phillida was a fair maid; I know one fairer than she, Troilus was a true lover; I know one truer than he: And Cressida that dainty dame, whose beauty fair & sweet, Was clear as is the Crystal stream, that runs along the street. How Troyll he that noble knight, was drunk in love and bad good-night So bending leg likewise; do you not us despise. Most ugly lines and base-brown-paper-stuff Thus to abuse our heavenly poesy, That sacred offspring from the brain of Ioue, Thus to be mangled with profane absurds, Strangled and choked with lawless bastards words I see (my Lord this homespun country stuff, Brings little liking to your curious ear, Be patient for perhaps the play will mend. Come Cressida my Cresset light, Thy face doth shine both day and night, Behold, behold, thy garter blue, Thy knight his valiant elbow wears, That When he shakes his furious Spear, The foe in shivering fearful sort, May lay him down in death to snort. O knight with valour in thy face, Here take my screen wear it for grace, Within thy Helmet put the same, Therewith to make thine enemies lame. Lame stuff indeed the like was never heard. Passion of me sir, puff puff how I sweat sir, The dust out of your coat sir, I intend for to beat sir. I am the prodigal child, I that I am, Who says I am not, I say he is too blame. And I likewise am Iniquity Beloved of many alas for pity. Ho ho ho, these babes mine are all, The Vice, Iniquity and child Prodigal.
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I premise yee, pritty names, I pray what yee want in any thing, To take it out in drinke. And so goe make yee ready maisters. My Lords, your entertainment i but base, Courser your cates, but welcome with the best. Fellowes some Cushions; place fa re Ladies heere, Signiour Landulpho; pray be merry sir. I'ſt th'Italian guise to be so sad? When Loue and Fancie should be banquetting? Madam, your kindnesse hath full power to command. These admirable wits of Italy, That court with lookes, and speake in sillables, Are curious seperuisours ouer strangers, And when wee couet so to frame our selues, (Like ouer-nice portraying picturers,) We spoyle the counterfeit in colouring; England is playne and loues her mothers guyse, Enricht with cunning, as her parents rise. Lady, these eyes did euer hate to scorne, This toung's vnur'd to carpe or contrary, The bozome where this heart hath residence, I wish may seeme the seat of curtesie. Rowme my Maisters take your places, Hold vp your torches for dropping there. Vsher are the Players ready? bid them beginne. Some vp and some downe, ther's Players in the towne, You wot well who they bee: The summe doth arise, to three companies, One, two, three, foure, make wee. Besides we that trauell, with pumps full of grauell, Made all of such running leather: That once in a weeke, new maisters wee seeke, And neuer can hold together. Phillida was a faire maid; I know one fairer then she, Troylus was a true louer; I know one truer then he: And Cressida that dainty dame, whose beauty faire & sweet, Was cleare as is ye Christall streame, that runs along ye street. How Troyll he that noble knight, was drunk in loue and bad goodnight So bending leg likewise; do you not vs despise. Most vgly lines and base-browne-paper-stuffe▪ Thus to abuse our heauenly poesie, That sacred off-spring from the braine of Ioue, Thus to be mangled with prophane absurds, Strangled and chok't with lawlesse bastards words I see (my Lord this home-spun country stuffe, Brings little liking to your curious eare, Be patient for perhaps the play will mend. Come Cresida my Cresset light, Thy face doth shine both day and night, Behold, behold, thy garter blue, Thy knight his valiant elboe weares, That When he shakes his furious Speare, The foe in shiuering fearefull sort, May lay him downe in death to snort. O knight with vallour in thy face, Here take my skreene weare it for grace, Within thy Helmet put the same, Therewith to make thine enemies lame. Lame stuffe indeed the like was neuer heard. Passion of me sir, puffe puffe how I sweat sir, The dust out of your coate sir, I intend for to beat sir. I am the prodigall child, I that I am, Who sayes I am not, I say he is too blame. And I likewise am Iniquitie Beloued of many alasse for pitty. Ho ho ho, these babes mine are all, The Vice, Iniquitie and child Prodigall.