Time Vindicated to Himself and to His Honors · chunk 4 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1623 [Jan 19] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 523 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
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. Not, no, I'd ha' this. What? Any thing. That could be monstrous: Enough, I mean. A Babel of wild humours. And 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, than All fall asleep. Agreed among yourselves, And what it is you'd have, I'll answer you. O, that we shall never do. Not, never agreed. 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 Prentices, 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 parts 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 own 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 hath 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 pleass: 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 agreed
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Or let's have all the people in an uprore, None knowing, why, or to what end: and in The midd'ſt of all, ſtart up an old mad woman Preaching of patience. No, no, I'ld ha' this. What? Any thing. That could be monſtrous: Enough, I meane. A Babel of wild humours. And all diſputing of all things they know not, And talking of all men they never heard of, And all together by the eares o'the ſudden, And, when the matter is at hotteſt, then All fall aſleepe. Agree among your ſelves, And what it is you'ld have, I'le anſwer you. O, that we ſhall never doe. No, never agree. Not upon what. Something that is unlawfull. I, or unreaſonable. Or impoſſible. Let 't be uncivill enough, you hit us right. And a great noyſe. To little, or no purpoſe. And if there be ſome miſchiefe, '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 Shrovetueſday, When they compell the Time to ſerve their riot. For drunken Wakes, and ſtrutting Beare-baytings, That ſavour only of their owne abuſes. Why, if not thoſe, then ſomething to make ſport. Wee only hunt for novelty, not truth. I'le fit you, though the Time faintly permit it. Why now they are kindly us'd, like ſuch ſpectators, That know not what they would have. Commonly, The curious are ill natur'd, and like flies, Seeke Times corrupted parts to blow upon: But may the ſound ones live with fame, and honour, Free from the moleſtation of theſe Inſects: Who being fled, Fame now perſues her errand. For you, great King, to whom the Time doth owe All his reſpects, and reverence, behold How Saturne, urged at requeſt of Love, Prepares the object to the place to night. Within yond' darkneſſe, Venus hath 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 upon, As ſhe did once the faire Endimion. Theſe, Time hath promis'd at Loves 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 bountie, ſee, how men prepare To fit their votes below, and thronging come With longing paſſion to enjoy th'effect! Harke, it is Love begins to Time. Expect. Beſide, that it is done for Love, It is a worke, great Time, will prove Thy honour, as mens hopes above. If Love be pleaſed, ſo am I: For Time could never yet deny What Love did aske, if Love knew why. Shee knew, and hath expreſt it now. And ſo doth every publike vow That heard her why, and waites thy how. You ſhall not long expect: with eaſe The things come forth, are borne to pleaſs: Looke, have you ſeene ſuch lights as theſe? Theſe, theſe muſt ſure ſome wonders bee! O, what a glory 'tis to ſee Mens wiſhes, Time, and Love agree