Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.59 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
What a sack full of their names he has got! And how he pours 'em out! POLITIAN, with VALERIUS FLACCUS! Was not the character right, of him? As could be made, i' faith. And PERSIUS, a crabbed coxcomb, not to be endured. Why? whom do you account for authors, sir JOHN DAW? Syntagma juris civilis, Corpus juris civilis, Corpus juris canonice, the King of Spain's bible. Is the King of Spain's bible an author? Yes, and Syntagma. What was that Syntagma, sir? A civil lawer, a Spaniard. Sure, Corpus was a Dutchman. I, both the Corpuses, I knew 'em: they were very corpulent authors. And, then there's VATABLUS, POMPONATIUS, SYMANCHA, the other are not to be received, within the thought of a scholar. Fore god, you have a simple learned servant, lady, in titles. I wonder that he is not called to the helm, and made a councillor! He is one extraordinary. Nay, but in ordinary! to say truth, the state wants such. Why, that will follow. I muse, a mistress can be so silent to the dotes of such a servant. 'Tis her virtue, sir. I have written somewhat of her silence too. In verse, sir JOHN? What else? Why? how can you justify your own being of a Poet, that so slight all the old Poets? Why? every man, that writes in verse, is not a Poet; you have of the Wits, that write verses, and yet are no Poets: they are Poets that live by it, the poor fellows that live by it. Why? would not you live by your verses, sir JOHN. No, 'twere pity he should. A knight live by his verses? he did not make 'em to that end, I hope. And yet the noble SIDNEY lives by his, and the noble family not ashamed. I, he professed himself; but sir JOHN DAW has more caution: he'll not hinder his own rising i'the state so much! do you think he will? Your verses, good sir JOHN, and no poems. Silence in woman, is like speech in man, Deny't who can. Not I, believe it: your reason, sir. Nor, is't a tale, That female vice should be a virtue male, Or masculine vice, a female virtue be: You shall it see Proved with increase, I know to speak, and she to hold her peace. Do you conceive me, gentlemen? No faith, how mean you with increase, sir JOHN? Why, with increase is, when I court her for the common cause of mankind; and she says nothiug, but consentire videtur: and in time is gravida. Then, this is a ballad of procreation? A madrigal of proceation, you mistake. Pray give me my verses again, servant. If you you'll ask 'em aloud, you shall. See, here's TRVE-WIT again! WHere hast thou been, in the name of madness! thus accoutred with thy horn? Where the sound of it might have pierced your senses, with gladness, had you been in ear-reach of it. DAUPHINE, fall down and worship me: I have forbid the banes, lad. I have been with thy virtuous uncle, and have broke the match.
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What a sacke full of their names he has got! And how he poures 'hem out! POLITIAN, with VALERIVS FLACCVS! Was not the character right, of him? As could be made, i' faith. And PERSIVS, a crabbed cockescombe, not to be endur'd. Why? whom do you account for authors, sir IOHN DAW? Syntagma Iuris ciuilis, Corpus Iuris ciuilis, Corpus Iuris canonice, the King of Spaines bible. Is the King of Spaines bible an author? Yes, and Syntagma. What was that Syntagma, sir? A ciuill lawer, a Spaniard. Sure, Corpus was a Dutch-man. I, both the Corpusses, I knew 'hem: they were very corpulent authors. And, then there's VATABLVS, POMPONATIVS, SYMANCHA, the other are not to be receiu'd, within the thought of a scholler. Fore god, you haue a simple learn'd seruant, lady, in titles. I wonder that hee is not called to the helme, and made a councellor! He is one extraordinary. Nay, but in ordinarie! to say truth, the state wants such. Why, that will follow. I muse, a mistris can be so silent to the dotes of such a seruant. 'Tis her vertue, sir. I haue written somewhat of her silence too. In verse, sir IOHN? What else? Why? how can you iustifie your owne being of a Poet, that so slight all the old Poets? Why? euery man, that writes in verse, is not a Poet; you haue of the Wits, that write verses, and yet are no Poets: they are Poets that liue by it, the poore fellowes that liue by it. Why? would not you liue by your verses, sir IOHN. No, 'twere pittie he should. A knight liue by his verses? he did not make 'hem to that ende, I hope. And yet the noble SIDNEY liues by his, and the noble family not asham'd. I, he profest himselfe; but sir IOHN DAW has more caution: hee'll not hinder his owne rising i'the state so much! doe you thinke hee will? Your verses, good sir IOHN, and no poems. Silence in woman, is like speech in man, Deny't who can. Not I, beleeue it: your reason, sir. Nor, i'st a tale, That female vice should be a vertue male, Or masculine vice, a female vertue be: You shall it see Prou'd with increase, I know to speake, and shee to hold her peace. Do you conceiue me, gentlemen? No faith, how meane you with increase, sir IOHN? Why, with increase is, when I court her for the comon cause of mankind; and she sayes nothiug, but consentire videtur: and in time is grauida. Then, this is a ballad of procreation? A madrigall of proceation, you mistake. 'Pray giue me my verses againe, seruant. If you you'll aske 'hem aloud, you shal. See, here's TRVE-WIT againe! WHere hast thou beene, in the name of madnesse! thus accoutred with thy horne? Where the sound of it might haue pierc'd your senses, with gladnes, had you beene in eare-reach of it. DAVPHINE, fall downe and worship me: I haue forbid the banes, lad. I haue been with thy vertuous vncle, and haue broke the match.