Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 476 words
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Alas, I am quite of that sent now. How so? Put of by a Brother of Banbury, one, that, they say, is come here, and governs all, already. What do you call him? I knew divers of those Banburians when I was in Oxford. Master Little-wit can tell us. Sir! good Win, go in, and if Master Bartholomew Coke- his man come for the Licence: (the little old fellow) let him speak with me; what say you, Gentlemen? What call you the Reverend Elder? you told me of? your Banbury-man. Rabbi Busy, Sir, he is more than an Elder, he is a Prophet, Sir. O, I know him! a Baker, is he not? He was a Baker, Sir, but he does dream now, and see visions, he has given over his Trade. I remember that too: out of a scruple he took, that (in spiced conscience) those Cakes he made, were served to Bridals, Maypoles, Morriss, and such profane feasts and meetings; his Christen-name is Zeal-of-the-land. Yes, Sir, Zeal-of-the-land Busy. How, what a name's there! O, they have all such names, Sir; he was Witness, for Win, here, (they will not be called Godfathers) and named her Winne-the-fight, you thought her name had been Winifred, did you not? I did indeed. He would ha' thought himself a stark Reprobate, if it had. I, for there was a Blue-starch-woman o'the name, at the same time. A notable hypocritical vermin it is; I know him. One that stands upon his face, more than his faith, at all times; Ever in seditious motion, and reproving for vainglory: of a most lunatic conscience, and spleen, and affects the violence of Singularity in all he does: (He has undone a Grocer here, in New-gate-market, that broke with him, trusted him with Currans, as errand a Zeal as he, that's by the way: by his profession, he will ever be i'the state of Innocence, though; and childhood; derides all Antiquity; defies any other Learning, than Inspiration; and what discretion soever, years should afford him, it is all prevented in his Original ignorance; ha' not to do with him: for he is a fellow of a most arrogant, and invincible dulness, I assure you; who is this? BY your leave, Gentlemen, with all my heart to you: and god you good morrow; Mr Little-wit, my business is to you. Is this Licence ready? Hear, I ha' it for you, in my hand, Master Humphrey. That's well, nay, never open, or read it to me, it's labour in vain, you know. I am no Clerk, I scorn to be saved by my book, i'faith I'll hung first; fold it up o'your word and give it me; what must you ha' for't? We'll talk of that anon, Master Humphrey. Now, or not at all, good Mr Proctor, I am for no anons, I assure you.
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Alaſſe, I am quite off that ſent now. How ſo? Put off by a Brother of Banbury, one, that, they ſay, is come heere, and gouernes all, already. What doe you call him? I knew diuers of thoſe Banburians when I was in Oxford. Maſter Little-wit can tell vs. Sir! good VVin, goe in, and if Maſter Bartholmew Cokes- his man come for the Licence: (the little old fellow) let him ſpeake with me; what ſay you, Gentlemen? What call you the Reuerend Elder? you told me of? your Banbury-man. Rabbi Buſy, Sir, he is more then an Elder, he is a Prophet, Sir. O, I know him! a Baker, is he not? Hee was a Baker, Sir, but hee do's dreame now, and ſee viſions, hee has giuen ouer his Trade. I remember that too: out of a ſcruple hee tooke, that (in ſpic'd conſcience) thoſe Cakes hee made, were ſeru'd to Bridales, May-poles, Morriſſes, and ſuch prophane feaſts and meetings; his Chriſten-name is Zeale-of-the-land. Yes, Sir, Zeale-of-the-land Buſye. How, what a name's there! O, they haue all ſuch names, Sir; he was Witneſſe, for Win, here, (they will not be call'd God-fathers) and nam'd her VVinne-the-fight, you thought her name had beene VVinnifred, did you not? I did indeed. Hee would ha' thought himſelfe a ſtarke Reprobate, if it had. I, for there was a Blew-ſtarch-woman o'the name, at the ſame time. Anotable hypocriticall vermine it is; I know him. One that ſtands vpon his face, more then his faith, at all times; Euer in ſeditious motion, and reprouing for vaine-glory: of a moſt lunatique conſcience, and ſplene, and affects the violence of Singularity in all he do's: (He has vndone a Grocer here, in New-gate-market, that broke with him, truſted him with Currans, as errant a Zeale as he, that's by the way: by his profeſſion, hee will euer be i'the ſtate of Innocence, though; and child-hood; derides all Antiquity; defies any other Learning, then Inſpiration; and what diſcretion ſoeuer, yeeres ſhould afford him, it is all preuented in his Originall ignorance; ha' not to doe with him: for hee is a fellow of a moſt arrogant, and inuincible dulneſſe, I aſſure you; who is this? BY your leaue, Gentlemen, with all my heart to you: and god you good morrow; Mr Little-wit, my buſineſſe is to you. Is this Licence ready? Heere, I ha' it for you, in my hand, Maſter Humphrey. That's well, nay, neuer open, or read it to me, it's labour in vaine, you know. I am no Clearke, I ſcorne to be ſau'd by my booke, i'faith I'll hang firſt; fold it vp o'your word and gi' it mee; what muſt you ha' for't? We'll talke of that anon, Maſter Humphrey. Now, or not at all, good Mr Proctor, I am for no anon's, I aſſure you.