Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 491 words
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Mad do they call him! the world is mad in error, but he is mad in truth: I love him o'the sudden, (the cunning man said all true) and shall love him more, and more. How well it becomes a man to be mad in truth! O, that I might be his yoke-fellow, and be mad with him, what a many should we draw to madness in truth, with us! How now! all scaped? where's the woman? it is witchcraft! Her velvet hat is a witch, o' my conscience, or my key! t'one. The madman was a Devil, and I am an Ass; so bless me, my place, and mine office. WEll, Luck and Saint Bartholomew; out with the sign of our invention, in the name of Wit, and do you beaten the Drum, the while; All the fowl i'the Fair, I mean, all the dirt in Smithfield, (that's one of Master Littlewit's Carwhitchets now) will be thrown at our Banner to day, if the matter does not please the people. O the Motions, that I Lantern Leatherhead have given light to, i' my time, since my Master Pod died! Ierusalem was a stately thing; and so was Ninive, and the city of Norwich, and Sodom and Gomorrah; with the rising o'the prentices; and pulling down the bawdy houses there, upon Shrove-tuesday; but the Gunpowder-plot, there was a get-penny! I have presented that to an eighteen, or twenty pence audience, nine times in an afternoon. Your home-born projects prove ever the best, they are so easy, and familiar, they put too much learning i'their things now adays: and that I fear will be the spoil o''is. Little-wit? I say, Mickle-wit! if not too much! look to your gathering there, good man Filcher. I warrant you, Sir. And there come any Gentlefolks, take two pence a piece, Sharkwell. I warrant you, Sir, three pence, an'we can. THis later disguise, I have borrowed of a Porter, shall carry me out to all my great and good ends; which how ever interrupted, were never destroyed in me: neither is the hour of my severity yet come, to reveal myself, wherein cloudlike, I will break out in rain, and hail, lightning, and thunder, upon the head of enormity. Two main works I have to prosecute: first, one is to invent some satisfaction for the poor, kind wretch, who is out of his wits for my sake, and yonder I see him coming, I will walk aside, and project for it. I wonder where Tom Quarlous is, that he returns not, it may be he is struck in here to seek us. See, here's our madman again. I have made myself as like him, as his gown, and cap will give me leave. Sir, I love you, and would be glad to be mad with you in truth. How! my widow in love with a madman? Verily, I can be as mad in spirit, as you.
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Mad doe they call him! the world is mad in error, but hee is mad in truth: I loue him o'the ſudden, (the cunning man ſayd all true) and ſhall loue him more, and more. How well it becomes a man to be mad in truth! O, that I might be his yoake-fellow, and be mad with him, what a many ſhould wee draw to madneſſe in truth, with vs! How now! all ſcap'd? where's the woman? it is witchcraft! Her veluet hat is a witch, o' my conſcience, or my key! t'one. The mad-man was a Diuell, and I am an Aſſe; ſo bleſſe me, my place, and mine office. WEll, Lucke and Saint Bartholmew; out with the ſigne of our inuention, in the name of Wit, and do you beat the Drum, the while; All the fowle i'the Fayre, I meane, all the dirt in Smithfield, (that's one of Maſter Littlewit's Carwhitchets now) will be throwne at our Banner to day, if the matter do's not pleaſe the people. O the Motions, that I Lanthorne Leatherhead haue giuen light to, i' my time, ſince my Maſter Pod dyed! Ieruſalem was a ſtately thing; and ſo was Niniue, and the citty of Norwich, and Sodom and Gomorrah; with the riſing o'the prentiſes; and pulling downe the bawdy houſes there, vpon Shroue-Tueſday; but the Gunpowder-plot, there was a get-penny! I haue preſented that to an eighteene, or twenty pence audience, nine times in an afternoone. Your home-borne proiects proue euer the beſt, they are ſo eaſie, and familiar, they put too much learning i'their things now o'dayes: and that I feare will be the ſpoile o'this. Little-wit? I ſay, Mickle-wit! if not too mickle! looke to your gathering there, good man Filcher. I warrant you, Sir. And there come any Gentlefolks, take two pence a piece, Sharkwell. I warrant you, Sir, three pence, an'we can. THis later diſguiſe, I haue borrow'd of a Porter, ſhall carry me out to all my great and good ends; which how euer interrupted, were neuer deſtroyed in me: neither is the houre of my ſeuerity yet come, to reueale my ſelfe, wherein cloud-like, I will breake out in raine, and haile, lightning, and thunder, vpon the head of enormity. Two maine works I haue to proſecute: firſt, one is to inuent ſome ſatisfaction for the poore, kinde wretch, who is out of his wits for my ſake, and yonder I ſee him comming, I will walke aſide, and proiect for it. I wonder where Tom Quarlous is, that hee returnes not, it may be he is ſtrucke in here to ſeeke vs. See, heere's our mad-man againe. I haue made my ſelfe as like him, as his gowne, and cap will giue me leaue. Sir, I loue you, and would be glad to be mad with you in truth. How! my widdow in loue with a mad-man? Verily, I can be as mad in ſpirit, as you.