Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 429 words
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You are not mad enough. How? Is madness a right course? I say nothing, but I wink upon Win. You have a friend, one (Master- Quarlous) comes here some times? Why? he makes no love to her, does he? Not a token worth that ever I saw, I assure you, But— What? He is the more Madcap o'the two. You do not apprehended me. You have a hot coal i'your mouth, now, you cannot hold. Let me out with it, dear Win. I'll tell him myself. Do, and take all the thanks, and much do good thy pretty heart, Win. Sir, my mother has had her nativity-water cast lately by the Cunning men in Cow-lane, and they ha' told her her fortune, and do ensure her, shce shall never have happy hour; unless she marry within this seven-night, and when it is, it must be a Madman, they say. I, but it must be a Gentleman Madman. Yes, so the t'other man of Morefields says. But does she believe 'hem? Yes, and has been at Bedlam twice since, every day, to inquire if any Gentleman be there, or to come there, mad! Why, this is a confederacy, a mere piece of practice upon her, by these Impostors? I tell her so; or else say I, that they mean some young-Madcap-Gentleman (for the devil can equivocate, as well as a Shopkeeper) and therefore would I advise you, to be a little madder, than Master Quarlous, hereafter. Where is she? stirring yet? Stirring! Yes, and studying an old Elder, come from Banbury, a Suitor that puts in here at meal-tide, to praise the painful brethrens, or pray that the sweet singers may be restored; Says a grace as long as his breath lasts him! Some time the spirit is so strong with him, it gets quite out of him, and than my mother, or Win, are feign to fetch it again with Malmsey, or Aqua coelestis. Yes indeed, we have such a tedious life with him for his diet, and his clothes too, he breaks his buttons, and cracks seams at every saying he sobs out. He cannot abide my Vocation, he says. Not, he told my mother, a Proctor was a claw of the Beast, and that she had little less than committed abomination in marrying me so as she has done. Every line (he says) that a Proctor writes, when it comes to be read in the Bishop's Court, is a long black hair, combed out of the tail of Antichrist. When came this Proselyte? Some three days since.
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You are not madde enough. How? Is madneſſe a right courſe? I ſay nothing, but I winke vpon Win. You haue a friend, one (Maſter-Quarlous) comes here ſome times? Why? he makes no loue to her, do's he? Not a token worth that euer I ſaw, I aſſure you, But— What? He is the more Mad-cap o'the two. You doe not apprehend mee. You haue a hot coale i'your mouth, now, you cannot hold. Let mee out with it, deare Win. I'll tell him my ſelfe. Doe, and take all the thanks, and much do good thy pretty heart, Win. Sir, my mother has had her natiuity-water caſt lately by the Cunning men in Cow-lane, and they ha' told her her fortune, and doe enſure her, ſhce ſhall neuer haue happy houre; vnleſſe ſhee marry within this ſen'night, and when it is, it muſt be a Madde-man, they ſay. I, but it muſt be a Gentle-man Mad-man. Yes, ſo the tother man of More-fields ſayes. But do's ſhee beleeue 'hem? Yes, and ha's beene at Bedlem twice ſince, euery day, to enquire if any Gentleman be there, or to come there, mad! Why, this is a confederacy, a meere piece of practice vpon her, by theſe Impoſtors? I tell her ſo; or elſe ſay I, that they meane ſome young-Madcap-Gentleman (for the diuell can equiuocate, as well as a Shop-keeper) and therefore would I aduiſe you, to be a little madder, then Maſter Quarlous, hereafter. Where is ſhee? ſtirring yet? Stirring! Yes, and ſtudying an old Elder, come from Banbury, a Suitor that puts in heere at meale-tyde, to praiſe the painefull brethren, or pray that the ſweet ſingers may be reſtor'd; Sayes a grace as long as his breath laſts him! Some time the ſpirit is ſo ſtrong with him, it gets quite out of him, and then my mother, or Win, are faine to fetch it againe with Malmeſey, or Aqua coeleſtis. Yes indeed, we haue ſuch a tedious life with him for his dyet, and his clothes too, he breaks his buttons, and cracks ſeames at euery ſaying he ſobs out. He cannot abide my Vocation, he ſayes. No, he told my mother, a Proctor was a claw of the Beaſt, and that ſhe had little leſſe then committed abomination in marrying me ſo as ſhe ha's done. Euery line (he ſayes) that a Proctor writes, when it comes to be read in the Biſhops Court, is a long blacke hayre, kemb'd out of the tayle of Anti-Chriſt. When came this Proſelyte? Some three dayes ſince.