Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
And you to bear her from all these, it will be— A work of fame. Of honour. Celebration. Worthy your name. The Penny-boys to live in't, It is an action you were built for, Sir, And none but you can do it. I'll undertake it, And carry it. Fear me not, for since I came Of mature age, I have had a certain itch In my right eye, this corner, here, do you see? To do some work, and worthy of a Chronicle. How now Gossip! how does the Play please you? Very scurvily, me thinks, and sufficiently naught. As a body would wish: here's nothing but a young Prodigal, come of age, who makes much of the Barber, buys him a place in a new Office, i'the air, I know not where, and his man o' Law to follow him, with the Beggar to boot, and they two help him to a wise. I, she is a proper piece! that such creatures can broke for. I cannot abide that nasty fellow, the Beggar, if he had been a Court-beggar in good clothes; a Beggar in velvet, as they say, I could have endured him. Or a begging scholar in black, or one of these beggarly Poets, gossip, that would hung upon a young heir like a horseleech. Or a threadbare Doctor of Physic, a poor Quacksalver. Or a Sea-captain, half starved. I, these were tolerable Beggars, Beggars of fashion! you shall see some such anon! I would feign see the Fool, gossip, the Fool is the finest man i'the company, they say, and has all the wit: He is the very justice o' Peace o' the Play, and can cemmit whom he will, and what he will, error, absurdity, as the toy takes him, and no man say, black is his eye, but laugh at him. But they ha' no Fool i' this Play, I am afraid, gossip. It's a wise Play, than. They are all fools, the rather, in that. Like enough. My husband, (Timothy Tatle, God rest his poor soul) was want to say, there was no Play without a Fool, and a Devil in't; he was for the Devil still, God bless him. The Devil for his money, would he say, I would feign see the Devil. And why would you so feign see the Devil? would I say. Because he has horns, wife, and may be a cuckold, as well as a Devil, he would answer: You are even such another, husband, quoth I. Was the Devil ever married? where do you read, the Devil was ever so honourable to commit Matrimony; The Play will tell us, that, says he, we'll go see't to morrow, the Devil is an Ass. He is an errand learned man, that made it, and can writ, they say, and I am foully deceived, but he can read too.
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And you to beare her from all theſe, it will be— A work of fame. Of honor. Celebration. Worthy your name. The Peni-boyes to liue in't, It is an action you were built for, Sir, And none but you can doe it. I'll vndertake it, And carry it. Feare me not, for ſince I came Of mature age, I haue had a certaine itch In my right eye, this corner, here, doe you ſee? To doe ſome worke, and worthy of a Chronicle. How now Goſsip! how doe's the Play pleaſe you? Very ſcuruily, me thinks, and ſufficiently naught. As a body would wiſh: here's nothing but a young Prodigall, come of age, who makes much of the Barber, buyes him a place in a new Office, i'the ayre, I know not where, and his man o' Law to follow him, with the Begger to boote, and they two helpe him to a wiſe. I, ſhee is a proper piece! that ſuch creatures can broke for. I cannot abide that naſty fellow, the Begger, if hee had beene a Court-Begger in good clothes; a Begger in veluet, as they ſay, I could haue endur'd him. Or a begging ſcholler in blacke, or one of theſe beggerly Poets, goſsip, that would hang vpon a young heyre like a horſeleech. Or a thred-bare Doctor of Phyſicke, a poore Quackeſaluer. Or a Sea-captaine, halfe ſteru'd. I, theſe were tolerable Beggers, Beggers of faſhion! you ſhall ſee ſome ſuch anon! I would faine ſee the Foole, goſsip, the Foole is the fineſt man i'the company, they ſay, and has all the wit: Hee is the very Iuſtice o' Peace o' the Play, and can cemmit whom hee will, and what hee will, errour, abſurdity, as the toy takes him, and no man ſay, blacke is his eye, but laugh at him. But they ha' no Foole i' this Play, I am afraid, goſsip. It's a wiſe Play, then. They are all fooles, the rather, in that. Like enough. My husband, (Timothy Tatle, God reſt his poore ſoule) was wont to ſay, there was no Play without a Foole, and a Diuell in't; he was for the Diuell ſtill, God bleſſe him. The Diuell for his money, would hee ſay, I would faine ſee the Diuell. And why would you ſo faine ſee the Diuell? would I ſay. Becauſe hee has hornes, wife, and may be a cuckold, as well as a Diuell, hee would anſwer: You are e'en ſuch another, husband, quoth I. Was the Diuell euer married? where doe you read, the Diuell was euer ſo honorable to commit Matrimony; The Play will tell vs, that, ſayes hee, wee'll goe ſee't to morrow, the Diuell is an Aſſe. Hee is an errant learn'd man, that made it, and can write, they ſay, and I am fouly deceiu'd, but hee can read too.