Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 486 words
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The eleventh is, affitas ex fornication. Which is no less vera affinitas, than the other, master Doctor. True, quae oritur ex legitimo matrimonio. You say right, venerable Doctor. And, nascitur ex eo, quod per coniugium duae personae efficiuntur una caro— Heyday, now they begin. I conceive you, master Parson. Ita per fornicationem aeque est verus pater, qui sic generat— Et vere filius qui sic generatur— What's all this to me? Now it grows warm. The twelfth, and last is, si forte coire nequibis. I, that is impedimentum gravissimum. It doth utterly annull, and annihilate, that. If you have manifestam frigiditatem, you are well, sir. Why, there is comfort come at length, sir. Confess yourself but a man unable, and she will sue to be divorced first. I, or if there be morbus perpetuus, & insanabilis, as Paralisis, Elephantiasis, or so— O, but frigiditas is the fairer way, gentlemen. You say troth, sir, and as it is in the canon, master Doctor. I conceive you, sir. Before he speaks. That a boy, or child under years, is not fit for marriage, because he cannot reddere debitum. So your omnipotentes— Your impotentes, you whoreson Lobster. Your impotentes, I should sa, y, are minime apti ad contrahenda matrimonium. Matrimonium? We shall have most un-matrimoniall latin, with you: matrimonia, and be hanged. You put 'em out, man. But then there will arise a doubt, master Parson, in our case, post matrimonium: that frigiditate praeditus (do you conceive me, sir?) Very well, sir. Who cannot uti uxore pro uxore, may habere eam pro sorore. Absurd, absurd, absurd, and merely apostatical. You shall pardon me, master Parson, I can prove it. You can prove a Will, master Doctor, you can prove nothing else. Does not the verse of your own canon say. Haec socianda vetant conubia, facta retractant— I grant you, but how do they retractare, master Parson? (O, this was it, I feared.) In aeternum, sir. That's false in divinity, by your favour. 'Tis false in humanity, to say so. Is he not prorsus inutilis ad thorum? Can he praestare fidem datam? I would feign know. Yes: how if he do convalere? He can not convalere, it is impossible. Nay, good sir, attend the learned men, they'll think you neglect 'em else. Or, if he do simulare himself frigidum, odio uxoris, or so? I say, he is adulter manifestus, then. (They dispute it very learnedly, i'faith.) And prostitutor uxoris, and this is positive. Good sir, let me escape. You will not do me that wrong, sir? And therefore, if he be manifest frigidus, sir— I, if he be manifest frigidus, I grant you— Why, that was my conclusion. And mine too. Nay, hear the conclusion, sir. Then, frigiditatis causa— Yes, causa frigiditatis— O, mine ears! She may have libellum divortij, against you. I, divortij libellum she will sure have. Good echoes, forbear. If you confess it. Which I would do, sir—
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The eleuenth is, affitas ex fornicatione. Which is no leſſe vera affinitas, then the other, maſter Doctor. True, quae oritur ex legitimo matrimonio. You ſay right, venerable Doctor. And, naſcitur ex eo, quod per coniugium duae perſonae efficiuntur vna caro— Hey-day, now they beginne. I conceiue you, maſter Parſon. Ita per fornicationem aeque est verus pater, qui sic generat— Et vere filius qui ſic generatur— What's all this to me? Now it growes warme. The twelfth, and laſt is, ſi forte coire nequibis. I, that is impedimentum grauiſsimum. It doth vtterly annull, and annihilate, that. If you haue manifeſtam frigiditatem, you are well, ſir. Why, there is comfort come at length, ſir. Confeſſe your ſelfe but a man vnable, and ſhee will ſue to be diuorc'd firſt. I, or if there be morbus perpetuus, & inſanabilis, as Paraliſis, Elephantiaſis, or ſo— O, but frigiditas is the fairer way, gentlemen. You ſay troth, ſir, and as it is in the canon, maſter Doctor. I conceiue you, ſir. Before he ſpeakes. That a boy, or child vnder yeeres, is not fit for marriage, becauſe he cannot reddere debitum. So your omnipotentes— Your impotentes, you whorſon Lobſter. Your impotentes, I ſhould ſa,y, are minime apti ad contrahenda matrimonium. Matrimonium? Wee ſhall haue moſt vn-matrimoniall latin, with you: matrimonia, and be hang'd. You put 'hem out, man. But then there will ariſe a doubt, maſter Parſon, in our caſe, post matrimonium: that frigiditate praeditus (doe you conceiue me, sir?) Very well, sir. Who cannot vti vxore pro vxore, may habere eam pro sorore. Absurd, absurd, absurd, and merely apostaticall. You shall pardon me, master Parson, I can proue it. You can proue a Will, master Doctor, you can proue nothing else. Do's not the verse of your owne canon say. Haec socianda vetant conubia, facta retractant— I grant you, but how doe they retractare, master Parson? (O, this was it, I fear'd.) In aeternum, sir. That's false in diuinitie, by your fauour. 'Tis false in humanitie, to say so. Is hee not prorsus invtilis ad thorum? Can he praestare fidem datam? I would faine know. Yes: how if he doe conualere? He can not conualere, it is impossible. Nay, good sir, attend the learned men, they'll thinke you neglect 'hem else. Or, if he doe simulare himselfe frigidum, odio vxoris, or so? I say, he is adulter manifestus, then. (They dispute it very learnedly, yfaith.) And prostitutor vxoris, and this is positiue. Good sir, let me escape. You will not doe me that wrong, sir? And therefore, if he be manifeste frigidus, sir— I, if he be manifeste frigidus, I grant you— Why, that was my conclusion. And mine too. Nay, heare the conclusion, sir. Then, frigiditatis causa— Yes, causa frigiditatis— O, mine eares! Shee may haue libellum diuortij, against you. I, diuortij libellum shee will sure haue. Good eccho's, forbeare. If you confesse it. Which I would doe, sir—