Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 511 words
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Carry him in. 1. Away. 2. How rank it is! THis was the notablest Conspiracy, That ere I heard of. Sir, They had given him potions, That did enamour him on the counterfeit Lady— Just to the time o' delivery o' the deed— And than the witchcraft 'gan t' appear, for straight He fell into his fit. Of rage at first, Sir, Which since has so increased. Good Sr. Poule, see him, And punish the impostors. Therefore I come, Madame. Let Mr Eitherside alone, Madam. Do you hear? Call in the Constable, I will have him by: HE is the King's Officer! and some Citizens, Of credit! I'll discharge my conscience clearly. Yes, Sir, and sand for his wife. And the two Sorcerers, By any means! I thought one a true Lady, I should be sworn. So did you, Eytherside? Yes, by that light, would I might ne'er stir else, Tailbush. And the other a civil Gentleman. But, Madam, You know what I told your Ladyship. I now see it: I was providing of a banquet for 'hem. After I had done instructing o' the fellow Devile, the Gentleman's man Who's found a thief, Madam. And to have robbed your Usher, Master Ambler, This morning. How? I'll tell you more, anon. Gi' me some garlic, garlic, garlic, garlic. Hark the poor Gentleman, how he is tormented! My wife is a whore, I'll kiss her no more: and why? Mayest not thou be a Cuckold, as well as I? Ha', ha', ha', ha', ha', ha', ha', ha', etc. That is the Devil speaks, and laughs in him. Do you think so, Sr. I discharge my conscience. And is not the Devil good company? Yes, wis. How he changes, Sir, his voice! And a Cuckold is Where ere he put his head, with a a Wanion, If his horns be forth, the Devil's companion! Look, look, look, else. How he foams! And swells! O, me! what's that there, riseth in his belly! A strange thing! hold it down: We cannot, Madam. 'Tis too apparent this! Wittipol, Wittipol. How now, what play ha' we here. What fine, new matters? The Coxcomb, and the Coverlet. O strange impudence! That these should come to face their sin! And outface justice, they are the parties, Sir. Say nothing. Did you mark, Sir, upon their coming in, How he called Wittipol. And never saw 'hem. I warrant you did I, let 'em play a while. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Lass poor Gentleman! How he is tortured! Fie, Master Fitz-dottrel! What do you mean to counterfeit thus? O, o, She comes with a needle, and thrusts it in, She pulls out that, and she puts in a pin, And now, and now, I do not know how, nor where, But she pricks me here, and she pricks me there: ôh, ôh: Woman forbear. What, Sr? A practice foul For one so fair: Hath this, than, credit with you? Do you believe in't? Gentlemen, I'll discharge My conscience. 'Tis a clear conspiracy! A dark, and devilish practice! I detest it!
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Carry him in. 1. Away. 2. How ranke it is! THis was the notableſt Conſpiracy, That ere I heard of. Sir, They had giu'n him potions, That did enamour him on the counterfeit Lady— Iuſt to the time o' deliuery o' the deed— And then the witchcraft 'gan't' appeare, for ſtreight He fell into his fit. Of rage at firſt, Sir, Which ſince has ſo increaſed. Good Sr. Poule, ſee him, And puniſh the impoſtors. Therefore I come, Madame. Let Mr Etherſide alone, Madame. Do you heare? Call in the Conſtable, I will haue him by: H' is the Kings Officer! and ſome Cittizens, Of credit! I'll diſcharge my conſcience clearly. Yes, Sir, and ſend for his wife. And the two Sorcerers, By any meanes! I thought one a true Lady, I ſhould be ſworne. So did you, Eyther-ſide? Yes, by that light, would I might ne'r ſtir elſe, Tailbuſh. And the other a ciuill Gentleman. But, Madame, You know what I told your Ladyſhip. I now ſee it: I was prouiding of a banquet for 'hem. After I had done inſtructing o' the fellow De-uile, the Gentlemans man Who's found a thiefe, Madam. And to haue rob'd your Vſher, Maſter Ambler, This morning. How? I'll tell you more, anon. Gi me ſome garlicke, garlicke, garlicke, garlicke. Harke the poore Gentleman, how he is tormented! My wife is a whore, I'll kiſſe her no more: and why? Ma'ſt not thou be a Cuckold, as well as I? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, &c. That is the Diuell ſpeakes, and laughes in him. Do you thinke ſo, Sr. I diſcharge my conſcience. And is not the Diuell good company? Yes, wis. How he changes, Sir, his voyce! And a Cuckold is Where ere hee put his head, with a a Wanion, If his hornes be forth, the Diuells companion! Looke, looke, looke, elſe. How he foames! And ſwells! O, me! what's that there, riſes in his belly! A ſtrange thing! hold it downe: We cannot, Madam. 'Tis too apparent this! Wittipol, Wittipol. How now, what play ha' we here. What fine, new matters? The Cockſcomb, and the Couerlet. O ſtrang impudēce! That theſe ſhould come to face their ſinne! And out-face Iuſtice, they are the parties, Sir. Say nothing. Did you marke, Sir, vpon their comming in, How he call'd Wittipol. And neuer ſaw 'hem. I warrant you did I, let 'hem play a while. Buz, buz, buz, buz. Laſſe poore Gentleman! How he is tortur'd! Fie, Maſter Fitz-dottrel! What doe you meane to counterfait thus? O, ô, Shee comes with a needle, and thruſts it in, Shee pulls out that, and ſhee puts in a pinne, And now, and now, I doe not know how, nor where, But ſhee pricks mee heere, and ſhee pricks me there: ôh, ôh: Woman forbeare. What, Sr? A practice foule For one ſo faire: Hath this, then, credit with you? Do you beleeue in't? Gentlemen, I'll diſcharge My conſcience. 'Tis a cleare conſpiracy! A darke, and diuelliſh practice! I deteſt it!