Time Vindicated to Himself and to His Honors · chunk 4 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1623 · first performed or written 1623 [Jan 19] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Or let's have all the people in an uproar, None knowing, why, or to what end: and in The midst of all, start up an old mad woman Preaching of patience. No, no, I'd ha' this- What? Any thing. That could be monstrous: Enough, I mean. A Babel of wild humours. I, all disputing of all things they know not, And talking of all men they never heard of, And all together by the ears o' the sudden, And, when the matter is at hottest, then All fall a sleep. Agree among yourselves, And what it is you'd have, I'll answer you. O, that we shall never do. No, never agree. Not upon what. Something that is unlawful. I, or unreasonable. Or impossible. Let it be uncivil enough, you hit us right. And a great noise. To little, or no purpose. And if there be some mischief, 'twill become it. But see, there be no cause, as you will answer it. These are mere Monsters. I, all the better. You do abuse the Time, these are fit freedoms For lawless apprentices, on a Shrove-tuesday, When they compel the Time to serve their riot: For drunken Wakes, and strutting Beare-baytings, That savour only of their own abuses. Why, if not those, than something to make sport. We only hunt for novelty, not truth. I'll fit you, though the Time faintly permit it. Why now they are kindly used, like such Spectators, That know not what they would have. Commonly, The Curious are ill natured, and like flies, Seek Times corrupted part to blow upon: But may the sound ones live with fame, and honour, Free from the molestation of these Infects, Who being fled, Fame now pursues her errand. For you, great King, to whom the Time doth owe All his respects, and reverence, behold How Saturn, urged at request of Love, Prepares the object to the place to night. Within yond darkness, Venus' bath found out That Hecate (as she is Queen of shades) Keeps certain glories of the Time obscured, There, for herself alone to gaze upon, As she did once the fair Endymion. These, Time hath promised at Love's suit to free, As being fit to adorn the age, By you restored on earth, most like his own: And fill this world of beauty here, your Court. To which his bounty, see, how men prepare To fit their votes below, and thronging come With longing passion to enjoy th' effect! Hark, it is Love begins to Time. Expect. Beside, that it is done for Love, It is a work, great Time, will prove Thy honour, as men's hopes above. If Love be pleased, so am I: For Time could never yet deny What Love did ask, if Love knew why. She knew, and hath expressed it now, And so doth every public vow That heard her why, and waits thy how. You shall not long expect; with ease The things come forth, are borne to please: Look, have you seen such lights as these? These, These must sure some wonders be! O, what a glory 'tis to see men's wishes, Time, and Love agree!
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Or let's haue all the people in an vprore, None knowing, why, or to what end: and in The mid'ſt of all, ſtart vp an old mad woman Preaching of patience. No, no, I'ld ha' this- What? Any thing. That could be monſtrous: Inough, I meane. A Babel of wild humors. I, all diſputing of all things they know not, And talking of all men they neuer heard of, And all together by the eares o' the ſuddaine, And, when the matter is at hotteſt, then All fall a ſleepe. Agree among your ſelues, And what it is youl'd haue, I'le anſwer you. O, that wee ſhall neuer doe. No, neuer agree. Not vpon what. Something that is vnlawfull. I, or vnreaſonable. Or impoſſible. Let 't be vnciuill inough, you hit vs right. And a great noyſe. To little, or no purpoſe. And if there be ſome miſchief, 'twill become it. But ſee, there be no cauſe, as you will anſwer it. Theſe are meere Monſters. I, all the better. You doe abuſe the Time, theſe are fit freedomes For lawleſſe prentices, on a Shrouetueſday, When they compell the Time to ſerue their riot: For drunken Wakes, and ſtrutting Beare-baytings, That ſauor only of their owne abuſes. Why, if not thoſe, then ſomething to make ſport. Wee only hunt for nouelty, not truth. I'le fit you, though the Time faintly permit it. Why now they are kindly vs'd, like ſuch Spectators, That know not what they would haue. Commonly, The Curious are ill natur'd, and like flies, Seeke Times corrupted part to blow vpon: But may the ſound ones liue with fame, and honour, Free from the moleſtation of theſe Inſects, Who being fled, Fame now purſues her errand. For you, great King, to whom the Time doth owe All his reſpects, and reuerence, behold How Saturne, vrged at requeſt of Loue, Prepares the obiect to the place to night. Within yon'd darkeneſſe, Venus bath found out That Hecate (as ſhe is Queene of ſhades) Keepes certaine glories of the Time obſcur'd, There, for her ſelfe alone to gaze vpon, As ſhe did once the faire Endimion. Theſe, Time hath promis'd at Loues ſuit to free, As being fitter to adorne the age, By you reſtor'd on earth, moſt like his owne: And fill this world of beautie here, your Court. To which his bounty, ſee, how men prepare To fit their votes below, and thronging come With longing paſſion to enioy th' effect! Harke, it is Loue begins to Time. Expect. Beſide, that it is done for Loue, It is a worke, great Time, will proue Thy honor, as mens hopes aboue. If Loue be pleaſed, ſo am I: For Time could neuer yet deny What Loue did aske, if Loue knew why. She knew, and hath exprest it now, And ſo doth euery publike vow That heard her why, and waites thy how. You ſhall not long expect; with eaſe The things come foorth, are borne to pleaſe: Looke, haue you ſeene ſuch lights as theſe? Theſe, Theſe muſt ſure ſome wonders be! O, what a glory 'tis to ſee Mens wiſhes, Time, and Loue agree!