Time Vindicated to Himself and to His Honors · chunk 1 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1623 · first performed or written 1623 [Jan 19] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Give ear, the worthy, hear what Time proclaims. What? what? Is't worth our ears? Or eyes? Or noses? For we are curious, Fame: indeed, the Curious. We come to spy. And harken. And smell out. More than you understand, my hot Inquisitors. Is it not so? We cannot tell. It may be. However, go you on, let us alone. We may spy out, that, which you never meant. And nose the thing you sent not. First, whence come you? I come from Saturn. Saturn, what is he? Some Protestant I warrant you, a time-server, As Fame herself is. You are near the right. Indeed, he ' is Time itself, and his name KRONOS. How! Saturn! Chronos, and the Time itself. You ' are found: enough. A notable old Pagan. One of their Gods, and eats up his own children. A Fencer, and does travail with a sith in stead of a longsword. Hath been oft called from it, to be their Lord of misrule. As Cincinnatus Was, from the plough, to be Dictator. Yes. We need no interpreter, on, what of Time? The Time hath sent me with my trump to summon All sorts of persons worthy, to the view Of some great spectacle he means, to night, To ' exhibit, and with all solemnity. O, we shall have his Saturnalia. His days of feast, and liberty again. Where men might do, and talk all that they list. Slaves of their lords. The servants of their masters. And subjects of their Soucraigne. Not so lavish. It was a brave time that. This will be better. I spy it coming, peace, all the impostures, The prodigies, diseases, and distempers, The knaveries of the Time, we shall see all now. And hear the passages, and several humours Of men, as they are swayed by their affections: Some grumbling, and some mutining, some scoffing, Some pleased, some pining, at all these we laughing. I have it here, here, strong, the sweat of it, And the confusion (which I love) I nose it, It tickles me. My four eyes itch for it. And my ears tingle, would it would come forth: This room will not receive it. That's the fear. What? what? my friends, will not this room receive? That which the Time is presently to show us. The Time? Lo I the man, that hate the time That is, that love it not; and (though in rhyme, I here do speak it) with this whip you see, Do lash the Time, and am myself lash-free. Who's this? 'Tis Chronomastix, the brave Satire, The gentlemanlike Satire, cares for nobody, His forehead tiped with bays, do you not know him? Yes Fame must know him, all the Town admires him. If you would see Time quake and shake, but name us, It is for that, weare both beloved, and famous. We know, Sir: but the Time's now come about. And promiseth all liberty. Nay licence. We shall do what we list. Talk what we list. And censure whom we list, and how we list.
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GIue eare, the worthy, heare what Time proclaimes. What? what? I'ſt worth our eares? Or eies? Or noſes? For we are curious, Fame: indeed, the Curious. We come to ſpie. And hearken. And ſmell out. More then you vnderſtand, my hot Inquiſitors. Is it not ſo? We cannot tell. It may be. Howeuer, goe you on, let vs alone. We may ſpie out, that, which you neuer mean't. And noſe the thing you ſent not. Firſt, whēce come you? I come from Saturne. Saturne, what is he? Some Proteſtant I warrant you, a Time-ſeruer, As Fame her ſelfe is. You are neere the right. Indeed, he' is Time it ſelfe, and his name KRONOS. How! Saturne! Chronos, and the Time it ſelfe. You' are found: inough. A notable old Pagan. One of their Gods, and eates vp his owne children. A Fencer, and do's trauaile with a ſith in ſtead of a long-ſword. Hath bin oft call'd from it, to be their Lord of miſrule. As Cincinnatus Was, from the plough, to be Dictator. Yes. Wee need no interpreter, on, what of Time? The Time hath ſent me with my trumpe to ſummon All ſorts of perſons worthy, to the view Of ſome great ſpectacle he meanes, to night, To' exhibite, and with all ſolemnity. O, we ſhall haue his Saturnalia. His dayes of feaſt, and liberty agen. Where men might do, and talke all that they liſt. Slaues of their lords. The ſeruants of their maſters. And ſubiects of their Soucraigne. Not ſo lauiſh. It was a braue time that. This will be better. I ſpie it comming, peace, all the impoſtures, The prodigies, diſeaſes, and diſtempers, The knaueries of the Time, we ſhall ſee all now. And heare the paſſages, and ſeuerall humors Of men, as they are ſwayd by their affections: Some grumbling, and ſome mutining, ſome ſcoffing, Some pleas'd, ſome pyning, at all theſe we laughing. I haue it here, here, ſtrong, the ſweat of it, And the confuſion (which I loue) I noſe it, It tickles mee. My foure eies itch for it. And my eares tingle, would it would come forth: This roome will not receaue it. That's the feare. What? what? my friends, will not this roome receaue? That which the Time is preſently to ſhew vs. The Time? Lo I the man, that hate the time That is, that loue it not; and (though in ryme, I here doe ſpeake it) with this whipp you ſee, Doe laſh the Time, and am my ſelfe laſh-free. Who's this? 'Tis Chronomaſtix, the braue Satyre, The gentleman-like Satyre, cares for nobody, His fore-head tip't with bayes, doe you not know him? Yes Fame muſt know him, all the Towne admires him. If you would ſee Time quake and ſhake, but name vs, It is for that, we'are both belou'd, and famous. We know, Sir: but the Time's now come about. And promiſeth all liberty. Nay licence. We ſhall doe what we liſt. Talke what we liſt. And cenſure whom we liſt, and how we liſt.