Every Man in his Humour
Every Man in his Humour
by Ben Jonson
INTRODUCTION
THE greatest of English dramatists except Shakespeare, the first literary dictator and poet-laureate, a writer of verse, prose, satire, and criticism who most potently of all the men of his time affected the subsequent course of English letters: such was Ben Jonson, and as such his strong personality assumes an interest to us almost unparalleled, at least in his age.
Ben Jonson came of the stock that was centuries after to give to the world Thomas Carlyle; for Jonson's grandfather was of Annandale, over the Solway, whence he migrated to England. Jonson's father lost his estate under Queen Mary, "having been cast into prison and forfeited." He entered the church, but died a month before his illustrious son was born, leaving his widow and child in poverty. Jonson's birthplace was Westminster, and the time of his birth early in 1573. He was thus nearly ten years Shakespeare's junior, and less well off, if a trifle better born. But Jonson did not profit even by this slight advantage. His mother married beneath her, a wright or bricklayer, and Jonson was for a time apprenticed to the trade. As a youth he attracted the attention of the famous antiquary, William Camden, then usher at Westminster School, and there the poet laid the solid foundations of his classical learning. Jonson always held Camden in veneration, acknowledging that to him he owed, "All that I am in arts, all that I know:" and dedicating his first dramatic success, "Every Man in His Humour," to him. It is doubtful whether Jonson ever went to either university, though Fuller says that he was "statutably admitted into St. John's College, Cambridge." He tells us that he took no degree, but was later "Master of Arts in both the universities, by their favour, not his study." When a mere youth Jonson enlisted as a soldier trailing his pike in Flanders in the protracted wars of William the Silent against the Spanish. Jonson was a large and raw-boned lad; he became by his own account in time exceedingly bulky. In chat with his friend William Drummond of Hawthornden, Jonson told how "in his service in the Low Countries he had, in the face of both the camps, killed an enemy, and taken 'opima spolia' from him;" and how "since his coming to England, being appealed to the fields, he had killed his adversary which had hurt him in the arm and whose sword was ten inches longer than his." Jonson's reach may have made up for the lack of his sword; certainly his prowess lost nothing in the telling. Obviously Jonson was brave, combative, and not averse to talking of himself and his doings.
In 1592, Jonson returned from abroad penniless. Soon after he married, almost as early and quite as imprudently as Shakespeare. He told Drummond curtly that "his wife was a shrew, yet honest"; for some years he lived apart from her in the household of Lord Albany. Yet two touching epitaphs among Jonson's 'Epigrams', "On my first daughter," and "On my first son," attest the warmth of the poet's family affections. The daughter died in infancy, the son of the plague; another son grew up to manhood little credit to his father whom he survived. We know nothing beyond this of Jonson's domestic life.
How soon Jonson drifted into what we now call grandly "the theatrical profession" we do not know. In 1593 Marlowe made his tragic exit from life, and Greene, Shakespeare's other rival on the popular stage, had preceded Marlowe in an equally miserable death the year before. Shakespeare already had the running to himself. Jonson appears first in the employment of Philip Henslowe, the exploiter of several troupes of players, manager, and father-in-law of the famous actor, Edward Alleyn. From entries in 'Henslowe's Diary', a species of theatrical account book which has been handed down to us, we know that Jonson was connected with the Admiral's men; for he borrowed ? of Henslowe, July 28, 1597, paying back 3s. 9d. on the same day on account of his "share" (in what is not altogether clear); while later, on December 3, of the same year, Henslowe advanced 20s. to him "upon a book which he showed the plot unto the company which he promised to deliver unto the company at Christmas next." In the next August Jonson was in collaboration with Chettle and Porter in a play called "Hot Anger Soon Cold." All this points to an association with Henslowe of some duration, as no mere tyro would be thus paid in advance upon mere promise. From allusions in Dekker's play, "Satiromastix," it appears that Jonson, like Shakespeare, began life as an actor, and that he "ambled in a leather pitch by a play-wagon" taking at one time the part of Hieronimo in Kyd's famous play, "The Spanish Tragedy." By the beginning of 1598, Jonson, though still in needy circumstances, had begun to receive recognition. Francis Meres -- well known for his "Comparative Discourse of our English Poets with the Greek, Latin, and Italian Poets," printed in 1598, and for his mention therein of a dozen plays of Shakespeare by title -- accords to Ben Jonson a place as one of "our best in tragedy," a matter of some surprise, as no known tragedy of Jonson from so early a date has come down to us. That Jonson was at work on tragedy, however, is proved by the entries in Henslowe of at least three tragedies, now lost, in which he had a hand. These are "Page of Plymouth," "King Robert II. of Scotland," and "Richard Crookback." But all of these came later, on his return to Henslowe, and range from August 1599 to June 1602.
Returning to the autumn of 1598, an event now happened to sever for a time Jonson's relations with Henslowe. In a letter to Alleyn, dated September 26 of that year, Henslowe writes: "I have lost one of my company that hurteth me greatly; that is Gabriel [Spencer], for he is slain in Hogsden fields by the hands of Benjamin Jonson, bricklayer." The last word is perhaps Henslowe's thrust at Jonson in his displeasure rather than a designation of his actual continuance at his trade up to this time. It is fair to Jonson to remark however, that his adversary appears to have been a notorious fire-eater who had shortly before killed one Feeke in a similar squabble. Duelling was a frequent occurrence of the time among gentlemen and the nobility; it was an imprudent breach of the peace on the part of a player. This duel is the one which Jonson described years after to Drummond, and for it Jonson was duly arraigned at Old Bailey, tried, and convicted. He was sent to prison and such goods and chattels as he had "were forfeited." It is a thought to give one pause that, but for the ancient law permitting convicted felons to plead, as it was called, the benefit of clergy, Jonson might have been hanged for this deed. The circumstance that the poet could read and write saved him; and he received only a brand of the letter "T," for Tyburn, on his left thumb. While in jail Jonson became a Roman Catholic; but he returned to the faith of the Church of England a dozen years later.
On his release, in disgrace with Henslowe and his former associates, Jonson offered his services as a playwright to Henslowe's rivals, the Lord Chamberlain's company, in which Shakespeare was a prominent shareholder. A tradition of long standing, though not susceptible of proof in a court of law, narrates that Jonson had submitted the manuscript of "Every Man in His Humour" to the Chamberlain's men and had received from the company a refusal; that Shakespeare called him back, read the play himself, and at once accepted it. Whether this story is true or not, certain it is that "Every Man in His Humour" was accepted by Shakespeare's company and acted for the first time in 1598, with Shakespeare taking a part. The evidence of this is contained in the list of actors prefixed to the comedy in the folio of Jonson's works, 1616. But it is a mistake to infer, because Shakespeare's name stands first in the list of actors and the elder Kno'well first in the 'dramatis personae', that Shakespeare took that particular part. The order of a list of Elizabethan players was generally that of their importance or priority as shareholders in the company and seldom if ever corresponded to the list of characters.
"Every Man in His Humour" was an immediate success, and with it Jonson's reputation as one of the leading dramatists of his time was established once and for all. This could have been by no means Jonson's earliest comedy, and we have just learned that he was already reputed one of "our best in tragedy." Indeed, one of Jonson's extant comedies, "The Case is Altered," but one never claimed by him or published as his, must certainly have preceded "Every Man in His Humour" on the stage. The former play may be described as a comedy modelled on the Latin plays of Plautus. (It combines, in fact, situations derived from the "Captivi" and the "Aulularia" of that dramatist). But the pretty story of the beggar-maiden, Rachel, and her suitors, Jonson found, not among the classics, but in the ideals of romantic love which Shakespeare had already popularised on the stage. Jonson never again produced so fresh and lovable a feminine personage as Rachel, although in other respects "The Case is Altered" is not a conspicuous play, and, save for the satirising of Antony Munday in the person of Antonio Balladino and Gabriel Harvey as well, is perhaps the least characteristic of the comedies of Jonson.
"Every Man in His Humour," probably first acted late in the summer of 1598 and at the Curtain, is commonly regarded as an epoch-making play; and this view is not unjustified. As to plot, it tells little more than how an intercepted letter enabled a father to follow his supposedly studious son to London, and there observe his life with the gallants of the time. The real quality of this comedy is in its personages and in the theory upon which they are conceived. Ben Jonson had theories about poetry and the drama, and he was neither chary in talking of them nor in experimenting with them in his plays. This makes Jonson, like Dryden in his time, and Wordsworth much later, an author to reckon with; particularly when we remember that many of Jonson's notions came for a time definitely to prevail and to modify the whole trend of English poetry. First of all Jonson was a classicist, that is, he believed in restraint and precedent in art in opposition to the prevalent ungoverned and irresponsible Renaissance spirit. Jonson believed that there was a professional way of doing things which might be reached by a study of the best examples, and he found these examples for the most part among the ancients. To confine our attention to the drama, Jonson objected to the amateurishness and haphazard nature of many contemporary plays, and set himself to do something different; and the first and most striking thing that he evolved was his conception and practice of the comedy of humours.
As Jonson has been much misrepresented in this matter, let us quote his own words as to "humour." A humour, according to Jonson, was a bias of disposition, a warp, so to speak, in character by which "Some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way."
But continuing, Jonson is careful to add: "But that a rook by wearing a pied feather, The cable hat-band, or the three-piled ruff, A yard of shoe-tie, or the Switzers knot On his French garters, should affect a humour! O, it is more than most ridiculous."
Jonson's comedy of humours, in a word, conceived of stage personages on the basis of a ruling trait or passion (a notable simplification of actual life be it observed in passing); and, placing these typified traits in juxtaposition in their conflict and contrast, struck the spark of comedy. Downright, as his name indicates, is "a plain squire"; Bobadill's humour is that of the braggart who is incidentally, and with delightfully comic effect, a coward; Brainworm's humour is the finding out of things to the end of fooling everybody: of course he is fooled in the end himself. But it was not Jonson's theories alone that made the success of "Every Man in His Humour." The play is admirably written and each character is vividly conceived, and with a firm touch based on observation of the men of the London of the day. Jonson was neither in this, his first great comedy (nor in any other play that he wrote), a supine classicist, urging that English drama return to a slavish adherence to classical conditions. He says as to the laws of the old comedy (meaning by "laws," such matters as the unities of time and place and the use of chorus): "I see not then, but we should enjoy the same licence, or free power to illustrate and heighten our invention as they [the ancients] did; and not be tied to those strict and regular forms which the niceness of a few, who are nothing but form, would thrust upon us." "Every Man in His Humour" is written in prose, a novel practice which Jonson had of his predecessor in comedy, John Lyly. Even the word "humour" seems to have been employed in the Jonsonian sense by Chapman before Jonson's use of it. Indeed, the comedy of humours itself is only a heightened variety of the comedy of manners which represents life, viewed at a satirical angle, and is the oldest and most persistent species of comedy in the language. None the less, Jonson's comedy merited its immediate success and marked out a definite course in which comedy long continued to run. To mention only Shakespeare's Falstaff and his rout, Bardolph, Pistol, Dame Quickly, and the rest, whether in "Henry IV." or in "The Merry Wives of Windsor," all are conceived in the spirit of humours. So are the captains, Welsh, Scotch, and Irish of "Henry V.," and Malvolio especially later; though Shakespeare never employed the method of humours for an important personage. It was not Jonson's fault that many of his successors did precisely the thing that he had reprobated, that is, degrade "the humour: into an oddity of speech, an eccentricity of manner, of dress, or cut of beard. There was an anonymous play called "Every Woman in Her Humour." Chapman wrote "A Humourous Day's Mirth," Day, "Humour Out of Breath," Fletcher later, "The Humourous Lieutenant," and Jonson, besides "Every Man Out of His Humour," returned to the title in closing the cycle of his comedies in "The Magnetic Lady or Humours Reconciled."
With the performance of "Every Man Out of His Humour" in 1599, by Shakespeare's company once more at the Globe, we turn a new page in Jonson's career. Despite his many real virtues, if there is one feature more than any other that distinguishes Jonson, it is his arrogance; and to this may be added his self-righteousness, especially under criticism or satire. "Every Man Out of His Humour" is the first of three "comical satires" which Jonson contributed to what Dekker called the 'poetomachia' or war of the theatres as recent critics have named it. This play as a fabric of plot is a very slight affair; but as a satirical picture of the manners of the time, proceeding by means of vivid caricature, couched in witty and brilliant dialogue and sustained by that righteous indignation which must lie at the heart of all true satire -- as a realisation, in short, of the classical ideal of comedy -- there had been nothing like Jonson's comedy since the days of Aristophanes. "Every Man in His Humour," like the two plays that follow it, contains two kinds of attack, the critical or generally satiric, levelled at abuses and corruptions in the abstract; and the personal, in which specific application is made of all this in the lampooning of poets and others, Jonson's contemporaries. The method of personal attack by actual caricature of a person on the stage is almost as old as the drama. Aristophanes so lampooned Euripides in "The Acharnians" and Socrates in "The Clouds," to mention no other examples; and in English drama this kind of thing is alluded to again and again. What Jonson really did, was to raise the dramatic lampoon to an art, and make out of a casual burlesque and bit of mimicry a dramatic satire of literary pretensions and permanency. With the arrogant attitude mentioned above and his uncommon eloquence in scorn, vituperation, and invective, it is no wonder that Jonson soon involved himself in literary and even personal quarrels with his fellow-authors. The circumstances of the origin of this 'poetomachia' are far from clear, and those who have written on the topic, except of late, have not helped to make them clearer. The origin of the "war" has been referred to satirical references, apparently to Jonson, contained in "The Scourge of Villainy," a satire in regular form after the manner of the ancients by John Marston, a fellow playwright, subsequent friend and collaborator of Jonson's. On the other hand, epigrams of Jonson have been discovered (49, 68, and 100) variously charging "playwright" (reasonably identified with Marston) with scurrility, cowardice, and plagiarism; though the dates of the epigrams cannot be ascertained with certainty. Jonson's own statement of the matter to Drummond runs: "He had many quarrels with Marston, beat him, and took his pistol from him, wrote his 'Poetaster' on him; the beginning[s] of them were that Marston represented him on the stage."*
[footnote] *The best account of this whole subject is to be found in the edition of 'Poetaster' and 'Satiromastrix' by J. H. Penniman in 'Belles Lettres Series' shortly to appear. See also his earlier work, 'The War of the Theatres', 1892, and the excellent contributions to the subject by H. C. Hart in 'Notes and Queries', and in his edition of Jonson, 1906.
Here at least we are on certain ground; and the principals of the quarrel are known. "Histriomastix," a play revised by Marston in 1598, has been regarded as the one in which Jonson was thus "represented on the stage"; although the personage in question, Chrisogonus, a poet, satirist, and translator, poor but proud, and contemptuous of the common herd, seems rather a complimentary portrait of Jonson than a caricature. As to the personages actually ridiculed in "Every Man Out of His Humour," Carlo Buffone was formerly thought certainly to be Marston, as he was described as "a public scurrilous, and profane jester," and elsewhere as the grand scourge or second untruss [that is, satirist], of the time" (Joseph Hall being by his own boast the first, and Marston's work being entitled "The Scourge of Villainy"). Apparently we must now prefer for Carlo a notorious character named Charles Chester, of whom gossipy and inaccurate Aubrey relates that he was "a bold impertinent fellow...a perpetual talker and made a noise like a drum in a room. So one time at a tavern Sir Walter Raleigh beats him and seals up his mouth (that is his upper and nether beard) with hard wax. From him Ben Jonson takes his Carlo Buffone ['i.e.', jester] in 'Every Man in His Humour' ['sic']." Is it conceivable that after all Jonson was ridiculing Marston, and that the point of the satire consisted in an intentional confusion of "the grand scourge or second untruss" with "the scurrilous and profane" Chester?
We have digressed into detail in this particular case to exemplify the difficulties of criticism in its attempts to identify the allusions in these forgotten quarrels. We are on sounder ground of fact in recording other manifestations of Jonson's enmity. In "The Case is Altered" there is clear ridicule in the character Antonio Balladino of Anthony Munday, pageant-poet of the city, translator of romances and playwright as well. In "Every Man in His Humour" there is certainly a caricature of Samuel Daniel, accepted poet of the court, sonneteer, and companion of men of fashion. These men held recognised positions to which Jonson felt his talents better entitled him; they were hence to him his natural enemies. It seems almost certain that he pursued both in the personages of his satire through "Every Man Out of His Humour," and "Cynthia's Revels," Daniel under the characters Fastidious Brisk and Hedon, Munday as Puntarvolo and Amorphus; but in these last we venture on quagmire once more. Jonson's literary rivalry of Daniel is traceable again and again, in the entertainments that welcomed King James on his way to London, in the masques at court, and in the pastoral drama. As to Jonson's personal ambitions with respect to these two men, it is notable that he became, not pageant-poet, but chronologer to the City of London; and that, on the accession of the new king, he came soon to triumph over Daniel as the accepted entertainer of royalty.
"Cynthia's Revels," the second "comical satire," was acted in 1600, and, as a play, is even more lengthy, elaborate, and impossible than "Every Man Out of His Humour." Here personal satire seems to have absorbed everything, and while much of the caricature is admirable, especially in the detail of witty and trenchantly satirical dialogue, the central idea of a fountain of self-love is not very well carried out, and the persons revert at times to abstractions, the action to allegory. It adds to our wonder that this difficult drama should have been acted by the Children of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel, among them Nathaniel Field with whom Jonson read Horace and Martial, and whom he taught later how to make plays. Another of these precocious little actors was Salathiel Pavy, who died before he was thirteen, already famed for taking the parts of old men. Him Jonson immortalised in one of the sweetest of his epitaphs. An interesting sidelight is this on the character of this redoubtable and rugged satirist, that he should thus have befriended and tenderly remembered these little theatrical waifs, some of whom (as we know) had been literally kidnapped to be pressed into the service of the theatre and whipped to the conning of their difficult parts. To the caricature of Daniel and Munday in "Cynthia's Revels" must be added Anaides (impudence), here assuredly Marston, and Asotus (the prodigal), interpreted as Lodge or, more perilously, Raleigh. Crites, like Asper-Macilente in "Every Man Out of His Humour," is Jonson's self-complaisant portrait of himself, the just, wholly admirable, and judicious scholar, holding his head high above the pack of the yelping curs of envy and detraction, but careless of their puny attacks on his perfections with only too mindful a neglect.
The third and last of the "comical satires" is "Poetaster," acted, once more, by the Children of the Chapel in 1601, and Jonson's only avowed contribution to the fray. According to the author's own account, this play was written in fifteen weeks on a report that his enemies had entrusted to Dekker the preparation of "Satiromastix, the Untrussing of the Humorous Poet," a dramatic attack upon himself. In this attempt to forestall his enemies Jonson succeeded, and "Poetaster" was an immediate and deserved success. While hardly more closely knit in structure than its earlier companion pieces, "Poetaster" is planned to lead up to the ludicrous final scene in which, after a device borrowed from the "Lexiphanes" of Lucian, the offending poetaster, Marston-Crispinus, is made to throw up the difficult words with which he had overburdened his stomach as well as overlarded his vocabulary. In the end Crispinus with his fellow, Dekker-Demetrius, is bound over to keep the peace and never thenceforward "malign, traduce, or detract the person or writings of Quintus Horatius Flaccus [Jonson] or any other eminent man transcending you in merit." One of the most diverting personages in Jonson's comedy is Captain Tucca. "His peculiarity" has been well described by Ward as "a buoyant blackguardism which recovers itself instantaneously from the most complete exposure, and a picturesqueness of speech like that of a walking dictionary of slang."
It was this character, Captain Tucca, that Dekker hit upon in his reply, "Satiromastix," and he amplified him, turning his abusive vocabulary back upon Jonson and adding "An immodesty to his dialogue that did not enter into Jonson's conception." It has been held, altogether plausibly, that when Dekker was engaged professionally, so to speak, to write a dramatic reply to Jonson, he was at work on a species of chronicle history, dealing with the story of Walter Terill in the reign of William Rufus. This he hurriedly adapted to include the satirical characters suggested by "Poetaster," and fashioned to convey the satire of his reply. The absurdity of placing Horace in the court of a Norman king is the result. But Dekker's play is not without its palpable hits at the arrogance, the literary pride, and self-righteousness of Jonson-Horace, whose "ningle" or pal, the absurd Asinius Bubo, has recently been shown to figure forth, in all likelihood, Jonson's friend, the poet Drayton. Slight and hastily adapted as is "Satiromastix," especially in a comparison with the better wrought and more significant satire of "Poetaster," the town awarded the palm to Dekker, not to Jonson; and Jonson gave over in consequence his practice of "comical satire." Though Jonson was cited to appear before the Lord Chief Justice to answer certain charges to the effect that he had attacked lawyers and soldiers in "Poetaster," nothing came of this complaint. It may be suspected that much of this furious clatter and give-and-take was pure playing to the gallery. The town was agog with the strife, and on no less an authority than Shakespeare ("Hamlet," ii. 2), we learn that the children's company (acting the plays of Jonson) did "so berattle the common stages...that many, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither."
Several other plays have been thought to bear a greater or less part in the war of the theatres. Among them the most important is a college play, entitled "The Return from Parnassus," dating 1601-02. In it a much-quoted passage makes Burbage, as a character, declare: "Why here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down; aye and Ben Jonson, too. O that Ben Jonson is a pestilent fellow; he brought up Horace, giving the poets a pill, but our fellow Shakespeare hath given him a purge that made him bewray his credit." Was Shakespeare then concerned in this war of the stages? And what could have been the nature of this "purge"? Among several suggestions, "Troilus and Cressida" has been thought by some to be the play in which Shakespeare thus "put down" his friend, Jonson. A wiser interpretation finds the "purge" in "Satiromastix," which, though not written by Shakespeare, was staged by his company, and therefore with his approval and under his direction as one of the leaders of that company.
The last years of the reign of Elizabeth thus saw Jonson recognised as a dramatist second only to Shakespeare, and not second even to him as a dramatic satirist. But Jonson now turned his talents to new fields. Plays on subjects derived from classical story and myth had held the stage from the beginning of the drama, so that Shakespeare was making no new departure when he wrote his "Julius Caesar" about 1600. Therefore when Jonson staged "Sejanus," three years later and with Shakespeare'scompany once more, he was only following in the elder dramatist's footsteps. But Jonson's idea of a play on classical history, on the one hand, and Shakespeare's and the elder popular dramatists, on the other, were very different. Heywood some years before had put five straggling plays on the stage in quick succession, all derived from stories in Ovid and dramatised with little taste or discrimination. Shakespeare had a finer conception of form, but even he was contented to take all his ancient history from North's translation of Plutarch and dramatise his subject without further inquiry. Jonson was a scholar and a classical antiquarian. He reprobated this slipshod amateurishness, and wrote his "Sejanus" like a scholar, reading Tacitus, Suetonius, and other authorities, to be certain of his facts, his setting, and his atmosphere, and somewhat pedantically noting his authorities in the margin when he came to print. "Sejanus" is a tragedy of genuine dramatic power in which is told with discriminating taste the story of the haughty favourite of Tiberius with his tragical overthrow. Our drama presents no truer nor more painstaking representation of ancient Roman life than may be found in Jonson's "Sejanus" and "Catiline his Conspiracy," which followed in 1611. A passage in the address of the former play to the reader, in which Jonson refers to a collaboration in an earlier version, has led to the surmise that Shakespeare may have been that "worthier pen." There is no evidence to determine the matter.
In 1605, we find Jonson in active collaboration with Chapman and Marston in the admirable comedy of London life entitled "Eastward Hoe." In the previous year, Marston had dedicated his "Malcontent," in terms of fervid admiration, to Jonson; so that the wounds of the war of the theatres must have been long since healed. Between Jonson and Chapman there was the kinship of similar scholarly ideals. The two continued friends throughout life. "Eastward Hoe" achieved the extraordinary popularity represented in a demand for three issues in one year. But this was not due entirely to the merits of the play. In its earliest version a passage which an irritable courtier conceived to be derogatory to his nation, the Scots, sent both Chapman and Jonson to jail; but the matter was soon patched up, for by this time Jonson had influence at court.
With the accession of King James, Jonson began his long and successful career as a writer of masques. He wrote more masques than all his competitors together, and they are of an extraordinary variety and poetic excellence. Jonson did not invent the masque; for such premeditated devices to set and frame, so to speak, a court ball had been known and practised in varying degrees of elaboration long before his time. But Jonson gave dramatic value to the masque, especially in his invention of the antimasque, a comedy or farcical element of relief, entrusted to professional players or dancers. He enhanced, as well, the beauty and dignity of those portions of the masque in which noble lords and ladies took their parts to create, by their gorgeous costumes and artistic grouping and evolutions, a sumptuous show. On the mechanical and scenic side Jonson had an inventive and ingenious partner in Inigo Jones, the royal architect, who more than any one man raised the standard of stage representation in the England of his day. Jonson continued active in the service of the court in the writing of masques and other entertainments far into the reign of King Charles; but, towards the end, a quarrel with Jones embittered his life, and the two testy old men appear to have become not only a constant irritation to each other, but intolerable bores at court. In "Hymenaei," "The Masque of Queens," "Love Freed from Ignorance," "Lovers made Men," "Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue," and many more will be found Jonson's aptitude, his taste, his poetry and inventiveness in these by-forms of the drama; while in "The Masque of Christmas," and "The Gipsies Metamorphosed" especially, is discoverable that power ofbroad comedy which, at court as well as in the city, was not the least element of Jonson's contemporary popularity.
But Jonson had by no means given up the popular stage when he turned to the amusement of King James. In 1605 "Volpone" was produced, "The Silent Woman" in 1609, "The Alchemist" in the following year. These comedies, with "Bartholomew Fair," 1614, represent Jonson at his height, and for constructive cleverness, character successfully conceived in the manner of caricature, wit and brilliancy of dialogue, they stand alone in English drama. "Volpone, or the Fox," is, in a sense, a transition play from the dramatic satires of the war of the theatres to the purer comedy represented in the plays named above. Its subject is a struggle of wit applied to chicanery; for among its 'dramatis personae', from the villainous Fox himself, his rascally servant Mosca, Voltore (the vulture), Corbaccio and Corvino (the big and the little raven), to Sir Politic Would-be and the rest, there is scarcely a virtuous character in the play. Question has been raised as to whether a story so forbidding can be considered a comedy, for, although the plot ends in the discomfiture and imprisonment of the most vicious, it involves no moral catastrophe. But Jonson was on sound historical ground, for "Volpone" is conceived far more logically on the lines of the ancients' theory of comedy than was ever the romantic drama of Shakespeare, however repulsive we may find a philosophy of life that facilely divides the world into the rogues and their dupes, and, identifying brains with roguery and innocence with folly, admires the former while inconsistently punishing them.
"The Silent Woman" is a gigantic farce of the most ingenious construction. The whole comedy hinges on a huge joke, played by a heartless nephew on his misanthropic uncle, who is induced to take to himself a wife, young, fair, and warranted silent, but who, in the end, turns out neither silent nor a woman at all. In "The Alchemist," again, we have the utmost cleverness in construction, the whole fabric building climax on climax, witty, ingenious, and so plausibly presented that we forget its departures from the possibilities of life. In "The Alchemist" Jonson represented, none the less to the life, certain sharpers of the metropolis, revelling in their shrewdness and rascality and in the variety of the stupidity and wickedness of their victims. We may object to the fact that the only person in the play possessed of a scruple of honesty is discomfited, and that the greatest scoundrel of all is approved in the end and rewarded. The comedy is so admirably written and contrived, the personages stand out with such lifelike distinctness in their several kinds, and the whole is animated with such verve and resourcefulness that "The Alchemist" is a new marvel every time it is read. Lastly of this group comes the tremendous comedy, "Bartholomew Fair," less clear cut, less definite, and less structurally worthy of praise than its three predecessors, but full of the keenest and cleverest of satire and inventive to a degree beyond any English comedy save some other of Jonson's own. It is in "Bartholomew Fair" that we are presented to the immortal caricature of the Puritan, Zeal-in-the-Land Busy, and the Littlewits that group about him, and it is in this extraordinary comedy that the humour of Jonson, always open to this danger, loosens into the Rabelaisian mode that so delighted King James in "The Gipsies Metamorphosed." Another comedy of less merit is "The Devil is an Ass," acted in 1616. It was the failure of this play that caused Jonson to give over writing for the public stage for a period of nearly ten years.
"Volpone" was laid as to scene in Venice. Whether because of the success of "Eastward Hoe" or for other reasons, the other three comedies declare in the words of the prologue to "The Alchemist": "Our scene is London, 'cause we would make known No country's mirth is better than our own." Indeed Jonson went further when he came to revise his plays for collected publication in his folio of 1616, he transferred the scene of "Every Man in His Humou r" from Florence to London also, converting Signior Lorenzo di Pazzi to Old Kno'well, Prospero to Master Welborn, and Hesperida to Dame Kitely "dwelling i' the Old Jewry."
In his comedies of London life, despite his trend towards caricature, Jonson has shown himself a genuine realist, drawing from the life about him with an experience and insight rare in any generation. A happy comparison has been suggested between Ben Jonson and Charles Dickens. Both were men of the people, lowly born and hardly bred. Each knew the London of his time as few men knew it; and each represented it intimately and in elaborate detail. Both men were at heart moralists, seeking the truth by the exaggerated methods of humour and caricature; perverse, even wrong-headed at times, but possessed of a true pathos and largeness of heart, and when all has been said -- though the Elizabethan ran to satire, the Victorian to sentimentality -- leaving the world better for the art that they practised in it.
In 1616, the year of the death of Shakespeare, Jonson collected his plays, his poetry, and his masques for publication in a collective edition. This was an unusual thing at the time and had been attempted by no dramatist before Jonson. This volume published, in a carefully revised text, all the plays thus far mentioned, excepting "The Case is Altered," which Jonson did not acknowledge, "Bartholomew Fair," and "The Devil is an Ass," which was written too late. It included likewise a book of some hundred and thirty odd 'Epigrams', in which form of brief and pungent writing Jonson was an acknowledged master; "The Forest," a smaller collection of lyric and occasional verse and some ten 'Masques' and 'Entertainments'. In this same year Jonson was made poet laureate with a pension of one hundred marks a year. This, with his fees and returns from several noblemen, and the small earnings of his plays must have formed the bulk of his income. The poet appears to have done certain literary hack-work for others, as, for example, parts of the Punic Wars contributed to Raleigh's 'History of the World'. We know from a story, little to the credit of either, that Jonson accompanied Raleigh's son abroad in the capacity of a tutor. In 1618 Jonson was granted the reversion of the office of Master of the Revels, a post for which he was peculiarly fitted; but he did not live to enjoy its perquisites. Jonson was honoured with degrees by both universities, though when and under what circumstances is not known. It has been said that he narrowly escaped the honour of knighthood, which the satirists of the day averred King James was wont to lavish with an indiscriminate hand. Worse men were made knights in his day than worthy Ben Jonson.
From 1616 to the close of the reign of King James, Jonson produced nothing for the stage. But he "prosecuted" what he calls "his wonted studies" with such assiduity that he became in reality, as by report, one of the most learned men of his time. Jonson's theory of authorship involved a wide acquaintance with books and "an ability," as he put it, "to convert the substance or riches of another poet to his own use." Accordingly Jonson read not only the Greek and Latin classics down to the lesser writers, but he acquainted himself especially with the Latin writings of his learned contemporaries, their prose as well as their poetry, their antiquities and curious lore as well as their more solid learning. Though a poor man, Jonson was an indefatigable collector of books. He told Drummond that "the Earl of Pembroke sent him ?0 every first day of the new year to buy new books." Unhappily, in 1623, his library was destroyed by fire, an accident serio-comically described in his witty poem, "An Execration upon Vulcan." Yet even now a book turns up from time to time in which is inscribed, in fair large Italian lettering, the name, Ben Jonson. With respect to Jonson's use of his material, Dryden said memorably of him: "[He] was not only a professed imitator of Horace, but a learned plagiary of all the others; you track him everywhere in their snow....But he has done his robberies so openly that one sees he fears not to be taxed by any law. He invades authors like a monarch, and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him." And yet it is but fair to say that Jonson prided himself, and justly, on his originality. In "Catiline," he not only uses Sallust's account of the conspiracy, but he models some of the speeches of Cicero on the Roman orator's actual words. In "Poetaster," he lifts a whole satire out of Horace and dramatises it effectively for his purposes. The sophist Libanius suggests the situation of "The Silent Woman"; a Latin comedy of Giordano Bruno, "Il Candelaio," the relation of the dupes and the sharpers in "The Alchemist," the "Mostellaria" of Plautus, its admirable opening scene. But Jonson commonly bettered his sources, and putting the stamp of his sovereignty on whatever bullion he borrowed made it thenceforward to all time current and his own.
The lyric and especially the occasional poetry of Jonson has a peculiar merit. His theory demanded design and the perfection of literary finish. He was furthest from the rhapsodist and the careless singer of an idle day; and he believed that Apollo could only be worthily served in singing robes and laurel crowned. And yet many of Jonson's lyrics will live as long as the language. Who does not know "Queen and huntress, chaste and fair." "Drink to me only with thine eyes," or "Still to be neat, still to be dressed"? Beautiful in form, deft and graceful in expression, with not a word too much or one that bears not its part in the total effect, there is yet about the lyrics of Jonson a certain stiffness and formality, a suspicion that they were not quite spontaneous and unbidden, but that they were carved, so to speak, with disproportionate labour by a potent man of letters whose habitual thought is on greater things. It is for these reasons that Jonson is even better in the epigram and in occasional verse where rhetorical finish and pointed wit less interfere with the spontaneity and emotion which we usually associate with lyrical poetry. There are no such epitaphs as Ben Jonson's, witness the charming ones on his own children, on Salathiel Pavy, the child-actor, and many more; and this even though the rigid law of mine and thine must now restore to William Browne of Tavistock the famous lines beginning: "Underneath this sable hearse." Jonson is unsurpassed, too, in the difficult poetry of compliment, seldom falling into fulsome praise and disproportionate similtude, yet showing again and again a generous appreciation of worth in others, a discriminating taste and a generous personal regard. There was no man in England of his rank so well known and universally beloved as Ben Jonson. The list of his friends, of those to whom he had written verses, and those who had written verses to him, includes the name of every man of prominence in the England of King James. And the tone of many of these productions discloses an affectionate familiarity that speaks for the amiable personality and sound worth of the laureate. In 1619, growing unwieldy through inactivity, Jonson hit upon the heroic remedy of a journey afoot to Scotland. On his way thither and back he was hospitably received at the houses of many friends and by those to whom his friends had recommended him. When he arrived in Edinburgh, the burgesses met to grant him the freedom of the city, and Drummond, foremost of Scottish poets, was proud to entertain him for weeks as his guest at Hawthornden. Some of the noblest of Jonson's poems were inspired by friendship. Such is the fine "Ode to the memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Moryson," and that admirable piece of critical insight and filial affection, prefixed to the first Shakespeare folio, "To the memory of my beloved master, William Shakespeare, and what he hath left us." to mention only these. Nor can the earlier "Epode," beginning "Not to know vice at all," be matchedin stately gravity and gnomic wisdom in its own wise and stately age.
But if Jonson had deserted the stage after the publication of his folio and up to the end of the reign of King James, he was far from inactive; for year after year his inexhaustible inventiveness continued to contribute to the masquing and entertainment at court. In "The Golden Age Restored," Pallas turns from the Iron Age with its attendant evils into statues which sink out of sight; in "Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue," Atlas figures represented as an old man, his shoulders covered with snow, and Comus, "the god of cheer or the belly," is one of the characters, a circumstance which an imaginative boy of ten, named John Milton, was not to forget. "Pan's Anniversary," late in the reign of James, proclaimed that Jonson had not yet forgotten how to write exquisite lyrics, and "The Gipsies Metamorphosed" displayed the old drollery and broad humorous stroke still unimpaired and unmatchable. These, too, and the earlier years of Charles were the days of the Apollo Room of the Devil Tavern where Jonson presided, the absolute monarch of English literary Bohemia. We hear of a room blazoned about with Jonson's own judicious 'Leges Convivales' in letters of gold, of a company made up of the choicest spirits of the time, devotedly attached to their veteran dictator, his reminiscences, opinions, affections, and enmities. And we hear, too, of valorous potations; but in the words of Herrick addressed to his master, Jonson, at the Devil Tavern, as at the Dog, the Triple Tun, and at the Mermaid, "We such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad, And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine."
But the patronage of the court failed in the days of King Charles, though Jonson was not without royal favours; and the old poet returned to the stage, producing, between 1625 and 1633, "The Staple of News," "The New Inn," "The Magnetic Lady," and "The Tale of a Tub," the last doubtless revised from a much earlier comedy. None of these plays met with any marked success, although the scathing generalisation of Dryden that designated them "Jonson's dotages" is unfair to their genuine merits. Thus the idea of an office for the gathering, proper dressing, and promulgation of news (wild flight of the fancy in its time) was an excellent subject for satire on the existing absurdities among the newsmongers; although as much can hardly be said for "The Magnetic Lady," who, in her bounty, draws to her personages of differing humours to reconcile them in the end according to the alternative title, or "Humours Reconciled." These last plays of the old dramatist revert to caricature and the hard lines of allegory; the moralist is more than ever present, the satire degenerates into personal lampoon, especially of his sometime friend, Inigo Jones, who appears unworthily to have used his influence at court against the broken-down old poet. And now disease claimed Jonson, and he was bedridden for months. He had succeeded Middleton in 1628 as Chronologer to the City of London, but lost the post for not fulfilling its duties. King Charles befriended him, and even commissioned him to write still for the entertainment of the court; and he was not without the sustaining hand of noble patrons and devoted friends among the younger poets who were proud to be "sealed of the tribe of Ben."
Jonson died, August 6, 1637, and a second folio of his works, which he had been some time gathering, was printed in 1640, bearing in its various parts dates ranging from 1630 to 1642. It included all the plays mentioned in the foregoing paragraphs, excepting "The Case is Altered;" the masques, some fifteen, that date between 1617 and 1630; another collection of lyrics and occasional poetry called "Underwoods, including some further entertainments; a translation of "Horace's Art of Poetry" (also published in a vicesimo quarto in 1640), and certain fragments and ingatherings which the poet would hardly have included himself. These last comprise the fragment (less than seventy lines) of a tragedy called "Mortimer his Fall," and three acts of a pastoral drama of much beauty and poetic spirit, "The Sad Shepherd." There is also the exceedingly interesting 'English Grammar' "made by Ben Jonson for the benefit of all strangers out of his observation of the English language now spoken and in use," in Latin and English; and 'Timber, or discoveries' "made upon men and matter as they have flowed out of his daily reading, or had their reflux to his peculiar notion of the times." The 'Discoveries', as it is usually called, is a commonplace book such as many literary men have kept, in which their reading was chronicled, passages that took their fancy translated or transcribed, and their passing opinions noted. Many passage of Jonson's 'Discoveries' are literal translations from the authors he chanced to be reading, with the reference, noted or not, as the accident of the moment prescribed. At times he follows the line of Macchiavelli's argument as to the nature and conduct of princes; at others he clarifies his own conception of poetry and poets by recourse to Aristotle. He finds a choice paragraph on eloquence in Seneca the elder and applies it to his own recollection of Bacon's power as an orator; and another on facile and ready genius, and translates it, adapting it to his recollection of his fellow-playwright, Shakespeare. To call such passages -- which Jonson never intended for publication -- plagiarism, is to obscure the significance of words. To disparage his memory by citing them is a preposterous use of scholarship. Jonson's prose, both in his dramas, in the descriptive comments of his masques, and in the 'Discoveries', is characterised by clarity and vigorous directness, nor is it wanting in a fine sense of form or in the subtler graces of diction.
When Jonson died there was a project for a handsome monument to his memory. But the Civil War was at hand, and the project failed. A memorial, not insufficient, was carved on the stone covering his grave in one of the aisles of Westminster Abbey: "O rare Ben Jonson."
FELIX E. SCHELLING.
THE COLLEGE, PHILADELPHIA, U.S.A.
The following is a complete list of his published works: --
DRAMAS. -- Every Man in his Humour, 4to, 1601; The Case is Altered, 4to, 1609; Every Man out of his Humour, 4to, 1600; Cynthia's Revels, 4to, 1601; Poetaster, 4to, 1602; Sejanus, 4to, 1605; Eastward Ho (with Chapman and Marston), 4to, 1605; Volpone, 4to, 1607; Epicoene, or the Silent Woman, 4to, 1609 (?), fol., 1616; The Alchemist, 4to, 1612; Catiline, his Conspiracy, 4to, 1611; Bartholomew Fayre, 4to, 1614 (?), fol., 1631; The Divell is an Asse, fol., 1631; The Staple of Newes, fol., 1631; The New Sun, 8vo, 1631, fol., 1692; The Magnetic Lady, or Humours Reconcild, fol., 1640; A Tale of a Tub, fol., 1640; The Sad Shepherd, or a Tale of Robin Hood, fol., 1641; Mortimer his Fall (fragment), fol., 1640.
To Jonson have also been attributed additions to Kyd's Jeronymo, and collaboration in The Widow with Fletcher and Middleton, and in the Bloody Brother with Fletcher.
POEMS. -- Epigrams, The Forrest, Underwoods, published in fols., 1616, 1640; Selections: Execration against Vulcan, and Epigrams, 1640; G. Hor. Flaccus his art of Poetry, Englished by Ben Jonson, 1640; Leges Convivialis, fol., 1692. Other minor poems first appeared in Gifford's edition of Works.
PROSE. -- Timber, or Discoveries made upon Men and Matter, fol., 1641; The English Grammar, made by Ben Jonson for the benefit of Strangers, fol., 1640.
Masques and Entertainments were published in the early folios.
WORKS. -- Fol., 1616, vol. 2, 1640 (1631-41); fol., 1692, 1716-19, 1729; edited by P. Whalley, 7 vols., 1756; by Gifford (with Memoir), 9 vols., 1816, 1846; re-edited by F. Cunningham, 3 vols., 1871; in 9 vols., 1875;by Barry Cornwall (with Memoir), 1838; by B. Nicholson (Mermaid Series), with Introduction by C. H. Herford, 1893, etc.; Nine Plays, 1904; ed. H. C. Hart (Standard Library), 1906, etc; Plays and Poems, with Introduction by H. Morley (Universal Library), 1885; Plays (7) and Poems (Newnes), 1905; Poems, with Memoir by H. Bennett (Carlton Classics), 1907; Masques and Entertainments, ed. by H. Morley, 1890.
SELECTIONS. -- J. A. Symonds, with Biographical and Critical Essay, (Canterbury Poets), 1886; Grosart, Brave Translunary Things, 1895; Arber, Jonson Anthology, 1901; Underwoods, Cambridge University Press, 1905; Lyrics (Jonson, Beaumont and Fletcher), the Chap Books, No. 4, 1906; Songs (from Plays, Masques, etc.), with earliest known setting, Eragny Press, 1906.
LIFE. -- See Memoirs affixed to Works; J. A. Symonds (English Worthies), 1886; Notes of Ben Jonson Conversations with Drummond of Hawthornden; Shakespeare Society, 1842; ed. with Introduction and Notes by P. Sidney, 1906; Swinburne, A Study of Ben Jonson, 1889.
CONTENTS
PAGE
EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR (Italian Edition).........................1
EVERY MAN OUT OF HIS HUMOUR......................................57
CYNTHIA'S REVELS: OR, THE FOUNTAIN OF SELF-LOVE............... 149
THE POETASTER: OR, HIS ARRAIGNMENT.............................233
SEJANUS: HIS FALL..............................................308
VOLPONE: OR, THE FOX...........................................400
EPICOENE: OR, THE SILENT WOMAN.................................489
EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR (Anglicised Edition)....................559
GLOSSARY........................................................625
BEN JONSON'S PLAYS
EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR*
[footnote] *The earlier version of the comedy is here for the first time placed at the head of the plays. The later, superior, and more familiar Anglicised version, follows at the end of the volume.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
LORENZO SENIOR. PROSPERO. THORELLO. GIULIANO. LORENZO JUNIOR. STEPHANO. DOCTOR CLEMENT BOBADILLA. BIANCHA. HESPERIDA. PETO. MUSCO. COB. MATHEO. PISO. TIB.
ACT I
SCENE I. -- ENTER LORENZO DI PAZZI SENIOR, MUSCO.
LOR. SE. Now trust me, here's a goodly day toward. Musco, call up my son Lorenzo; bid him rise; tell him, I have some business to employ him in.
MUS. I will, sir, presently.
LOR. SE. But hear you, sirrah; If he be at study disturb him not.
MUS. Very good, sir. [EXIT MUSCO.
LOR. SE. How happy would I estimate myself, Could I by any means retire my son, >From one vain course of study he affects! He is a scholar (if a man may trust The liberal voice of double-tongued report) Of dear account, in all our 'Academies'. Yet this position must not breed in me A fast opinion that he cannot err. Myself was once a 'student', and indeed Fed with the self-same humour he is now, Dreaming on nought but idle 'Poetry'; But since, Experience hath awaked my spirits, [ENTER STEPHANO And reason taught them, how to comprehend The sovereign use of study. What, cousin Stephano! What news with you, that you are here so early?
STEP. Nothing: but e'en come to see how you do, uncle.
LOR. SE. That's kindly done; you are welcome, cousin.
STEP. Ay, I know that sir, I would not have come else: how doth my cousin, uncle?
LOR.SE. Oh, well, well, go in and see; I doubt he's scarce stirring yet.
STEP. Uncle, afore I go in, can you tell me an he have e'er a book of the sciences of hawking and hunting? I would fain borrow it.
LOR. SE. Why, I hope you will not a hawking now, will you?
STEP. No, wusse; but I'll practise against next year; I have bought me a hawk, and bells and all; I lack nothing but a book to keep it by.
LOR. SE. Oh, most ridiculous.
STEP. Nay, look you now, you are angry, uncle, why, you know, an a man have not skill in hawking and hunting now-a-days, I'll not give a rush for him; he is for no gentleman's company, and (by God's will) I scorn it, ay, so I do, to be a consort for every 'hum-drum'; hang them 'scroyles', there's nothing in them in the world, what do you talk on it? a gentleman must shew himself like a gentleman. Uncle, I pray you be not angry, I know what I have to do, I trow, I am no novice.
LOR. SE. Go to, you are a prodigal, and self-willed fool. Nay, never look at me, it's I that speak, Take't as you will, I'll not flatter you. What? have you not means enow to waste That which your friends have left you, but you must Go cast away your money on a Buzzard, And know not how to keep it when you have done? Oh, it's brave, this will make you a gentleman, Well, cousin, well, I see you are e'en past hope Of all reclaim; ay, so, now you are told on it, you look another way.
STEP. What would you have me do, trow?
LOR. What would I have you do? marry, Learn to be wise, and practise how to thrive, That I would have you do, and not to spend Your crowns on every one that humours you: I would not have you to intrude yourself In every gentleman's society, Till their affections or your own dessert, Do worthily invite you to the place. For he that's so respectless in his courses, Oft sells his reputation vile and cheap. Let not your carriage and behaviour taste Of affectation, lest while you pretend To make a blaze of gentry to the world A little puff of scorn extinguish it, And you be left like an unsavoury snuff, Whole property is only to offend. Cousin, lay by such superficial forms, And entertain a perfect real substance; Stand not so much on your gentility, But moderate your expenses (now at first) As you may keep the same proportion still: Bear a low sail. Soft, who's this comes here?
[ENTER A SERVANT. SER. Gentlemen, God save you.
STEP. Welcome, good friend; we do not stand much upon our gentility, yet I can assure you mine uncle is a man of a thousand pound land a year; he hath but one son in the world; I am his next heir, as simple as I stand here, if my cousin die. I have a fair living of mine own too beside.
SER. In good time, sir.
STEP. In good time, sir! you do not flout me, do you?
SER. Not I, sir.
STEP. An you should, here be them can perceive it, and that quickly too. Go to; and they can give it again soundly, an need be.
SER. Why, sir, let this satisfy you. Good faith, I had no such intent.
STEP. By God, an I thought you had, sir, I would talk with you.
SER. So you may, sir, and at your pleasure.
STEP. And so I would, sir, an you were out of mine uncle's ground, I can tell you.
LOR. SE. Why, how now, cousin, will this ne'er be left?
STEP. Whoreson, base fellow, by God's lid, an 'twere not for shame, I would --
LOR. SE. What would you do? you peremptory ass, An you'll not be quiet, get you hence. You see, the gentleman contains himself In modest limits, giving no reply To your unseason'd rude comparatives; Yet you'll demean yourself without respect Either of duty or humanity. Go, get you in: 'fore God, I am asham'd [EXIT STEP. Thou has a kinsman's interest in me.
SER. I pray you, sir, is this 'Pazzi' house?
LOR. SE. Yes, marry is it, sir.
SER. I should enquire for a gentleman here, one Signior Lorenzo di Pazzi; do you know any such, sir, I pray you?
LOR.SE. Yes, sir; or else I should forget myself.
SER. I cry you mercy, sir, I was requested by a gentleman of Florence (having some occasion to ride this way) to deliver you this letter.
LOR. SE. To me, sir? What do you mean? I pray you remember your court'sy. "To his dear and most selected friend, Signior Lorenzo di Pazzi". What might the gentleman's name be, sir, that sent it? Nay, pray you be covered.
SER. Signior Prospero.
LOR. SE. Signior Prospero? A young gentleman of the family of Strozzi, is he not?
SER. Ay, sir, the same: Signior Thorello, the rich Florentine merchant married his sister.
[ENTER MUSCO. LOR. SE. You say very true. -- Musco.
MUS. Sir.
LOR. SE. Make this gentleman drink here. I pray you go in, sir, an't please you. [EXEUNT. Now (without doubt) this letter's to my son. Well, all is one: I'll be so bold as read it, Be it but for the style's sake, and the phrase; Both which (I do presume) are excellent, And greatly varied from the vulgar form, If Prospero's invention gave them life. How now! what stuff is here? "Sir Lorenzo, I muse we cannot see thee at Florence: 'Sblood, I doubt, Apollo hath got thee to be his Ingle, that thou comest not abroad, to visit thine old friends: well, take heed of him; he may do somewhat for his household servants, or so; But for his Retainers, I am sure, I have known some of them, that have followed him, three, four, five years together, scorning the world with their bare heels, and at length been glad for a shift (though no clean shift) to lie a whole winter, in half a sheet cursing Charles' wain, and the rest of the stars intolerably. But (quis contra diuos?) well; Sir, sweet villain, come and see me; but spend one minute in my company, and 'tis enough: I think I have a world of good jests for thee: oh, sir, I can shew thee two of the most perfect, rare and absolute true Gulls, that ever thou saw'st, if thou wilt come. 'Sblood, invent some famous memorable lie, or other, to flap thy Father in the mouth withal: thou hast been father of a thousand, in thy days, thou could'st be no Poet else: any scurvy roguish excuse will serve; say thou com'st but to fetch wool for thine Ink-horn. And then, too, thy Father will say thy wits are a wool-gathering. But it's no matter; the worse, the better. Any thing is good enough for the old man. Sir, how if thy Father should see this now? what would he think of me? Well, (how ever I write to thee) I reverence him in my soul, for the general good all Florence delivers of him. Lorenzo, I conjure thee (by what, let me see) by the depth of our love, by all the strange sights we have seen in our days, (ay, or nights either,) to come to me to Florence this day. Go to, you shall come, and let your Muses go spin for once. If thou wilt not, 's hart, what's your god's name? Apollo? Ay, Apollo. If this melancholy rogue (Lorenzo here) do not come, grant, that he do turn Fool presently, and never hereafter be able to make a good jest, or a blank verse, but live in more penury of wit and invention, than either the Hall-Readle, or Poet Nuntius." Well, it is the strangest letter that ever I read. Is this the man, my son so oft hath praised To be the happiest, and most precious wit That ever was familiar with Art? Now, by our Lady's blessed son, I swear, I rather think him most unfortunate In the possession of such holy gifts, Being the master of so loose a spirit. Why, what unhallowed ruffian would have writ With so profane a pen unto his friend? The modest paper e'en looks pale for grief, To feel her virgin-check defiled and stained With such a black and criminal inscription. Well, I had thought my son could not have strayed So far from judgment as to mart himself Thus cheaply in the open trade of scorn To jeering folly and fantastic 'humour'. But now I see opinion is a fool, And hath abused my senses. -- Musco.
[ENTER MUSCO. MUS. Sir.
LOR. SE. What, is the fellow gone that brought this letter?
MUS. Yes sir, a pretty while since.
LOR. SE. And where's Lorenzo?
MUS. In his chamber, sir.
LOR. SE. He spake not with the fellow, did he?
MUS. No, sir, he saw him not.
LOR. SE. Then, Musco, take this letter, and deliver it unto Lorenzo: but, sirrah, on your life take you no knowledge I have opened it.
MUS. O Lord, sir, that were a jest indeed. [EXIT MUS.
LOR. SE. I am resolv'd I will not cross his journey, Nor will I practise any violent means To stay the hot and lusty course of youth. For youth restrained straight grows impatient, And, in condition, like an eager dog, Who, ne'er so little from his game withheld, Turns head and leaps up at his master's throat. Therefore I'll study, by some milder drift, To call my son unto a happier shrift. [EXIT.
SCENE II. -- ENTER LORENZO JUNIOR, WITH MUSCO.
MUS. Yes, sir, on my word he opened it, and read the contents.
LOR. JU. It scarce contents me that he did so. But, Musco, didst thou observe his countenance in the reading of it, whether he were angry or pleased?
MUS. Why, sir, I saw him not read it.
LOR. JU. No? how knowest thou then that he opened it?
MUS. Marry, sir, because he charg'd me on my life to tell nobody that he opened it, which, unless he had done, he would never fear to have it revealed.
LOR. JU. That's true: well, Musco, hie thee in again, Lest thy protracted absence do lend light, [ENTER STEPHANO. To dark suspicion: Musco, be assured I'll not forget this thy respective love.
STEP. Oh, Musco, didst thou not see a fellow here in a what-sha-call-him doublet; he brought mine uncle a letter even now?
MUS. Yes, sir, what of him?
STEP. Where is he, canst thou tell?
MUS. Why, he is gone.
STEP. Gone? which way? when went he? how long since?
MUS. It's almost half an hour ago since he rode hence.
STEP. Whoreson scanderbag rogue; oh that I had a horse; by God's lid, I'd fetch him back again, with heave and ho.
MUS. Why, you may have my master's bay gelding, an you will.
STEP. But I have no boots, that's the spite on it.
MUS. Then it's no boot to follow him. Let him go and hang, sir.
STEP. Ay, by my troth; Musco, I pray thee help to truss me a little; nothing angers me, but I have waited such a while for him all unlac'd and untrussed yonder; and how to see he is gone the other way.
MUS. Nay, I pray you stand still, sir.
STEP. I will, I will: oh, how it vexes me.
MUS. Tut, never vex yourself with the thought of such a base fellow as he.
STEP. Nay, to see he stood upon points with me too.
MUS. Like enough so; that was because he saw you had so few at your hose.
STEP. What! Hast thou done? Godamercy, good Musco.
MUS. I marle, sir, you wear such ill-favoured coarse stockings, having so good a leg as you have.
STEP. Foh! the stockings be good enough for this time of the year; but I'll have a pair of silk, e'er it be long: I think my leg would shew well in a silk hose.
MUS. Ay, afore God, would it, rarely well.
STEP. In sadness I think it would: I have a reasonable good leg?
MUS. You have an excellent good leg, sir: I pray you pardon me. I have a little haste in, sir.
STEP. A thousand thanks, good Musco. [EXIT. What, I hope he laughs not at me; an he do --
LOR. JU. Here is a style indeed, for a man's senses to leap over, e'er they come at it: why, it is able to break the shins of any old man's patience in the world. My father read this with patience? Then will I be made an Eunuch, and learn to sing Ballads. I do not deny, but my father may have as much patience as any other man; for he used to take physic, and oft taking physic makes a man a very patient creature. But, Signior Prospero, had your swaggering Epistle here arrived in my father's hands at such an hour of his patience, I mean, when he had taken physic, it is to be doubted whether I should have read "sweet villain here". But, what? My wise cousin; Nay then, I'll furnish our feast with one Gull more toward a mess; he writes to me of two, and here's one, that's three, i'faith. Oh for a fourth! now, Fortune, or never, Fortune!
STEP. Oh, now I see who he laughed at: he laughed at somebody in that letter. By this good light, an he had laughed at me, I would have told mine uncle.
LOR. JU. Cousin Stephano: good morrow, good cousin, how fare you?
STEP. The better for your asking, I will assure you. I have been all about to seek you. Since I came I saw mine uncle; and i'faith how have you done this great while? Good Lord, by my troth, I am glad you are well, cousin.
LOR. JU. And I am as glad of your coming, I protest to you, for I am sent for by a private gentleman, my most special dear friend, to come to him to Florence this morning, and you shall go with me, cousin, if it please you, not else, I will enjoin you no further than stands with your own consent, and the condition of a friend.
STEP. Why, cousin, you shall command me an 'twere twice so far as Florence, to do you good; what, do you think I will not go with you? I protest --
LOR. JU. Nay, nay, you shall not protest
STEP. By God, but I will, sir, by your leave I'll protest more to my friend than I'll speak of at this time.
LOR. JU. You speak very well, sir.
STEP. Nay, not so neither, but I speak to serve my turn.
LOR. JU. Your turn? why, cousin, a gentleman of so fair sort as you are, of so true carriage, so special good parts; of so dear and choice estimation; one whose lowest condition bears the stamp of a great spirit; nay more, a man so graced, gilded, or rather, to use a more fit metaphor, tinfoiled by nature; not that you have a leaden constitution, coz, although perhaps a little inclining to that temper, and so the more apt to melt with pity, when you fall into the fire of rage, but for your lustre only, which reflects as bright to the world as an old ale-wife's pewter again a good time; and will you now, with nice modesty, hide such real ornaments as these, and shadow their glory as a milliner's wife doth her wrought stomacher, with a smoky lawn or a black cyprus? Come, come; for shame do not wrong the quality of your dessert in so poor a kind; but let the idea of what you are be portrayed in your aspect, that men may read in your looks: "Here within this place is to be seen the most admirable, rare, and accomplished work of nature!" Cousin, what think you of this?
STEP. Marry, I do think of it, and I will be more melancholy and gentlemanlike than I have been, I do ensure you.
LOR. JU. Why, this is well: now if I can but hold up this humour in him, as it is begun, Catso for Florence, match him an she can. Come, cousin.
STEP. I'll follow you.
LOR. JU. Follow me! you must go before!
STEP. Must I? nay, then I pray you shew me, good cousin. [EXEUNT.
SCENE III. -- ENTER SIGNIOR MATHEO, TO HIM COB.
MAT. I think this be the house: what ho!
COB. Who's there? oh, Signior Matheo. God give you good morrow, sir.
MAT. What? Cob? how doest thou, good Cob? does thou inhabit here, Cob?
COB. Ay, sir, I and my lineage have kept a poor house in our days.
MAT. Thy lineage, Monsieur Cob! what lineage, what lineage?
COB. Why, sir, an ancient lineage, and a princely: mine ancestry came from a king's loins, no worse man; and yet no man neither but 'Herring' the king of fish, one of the monarchs of the world, I assure you. I do fetch my pedigree and name from the first red herring that was eaten in Adam and Eve's kitchen: his 'Cob' was my great, great, mighty great grandfather.
MAT. Why mighty? why mighty?
COB. Oh, it's a mighty while ago, sir, and it was a mighty great Cob.
MAT. How knowest thou that?
COB. How know I? why, his ghost comes to me every night.
MAT. Oh, unsavoury jest: the ghost of a herring Cob.
COB. Ay, why not the ghost of a herring Cob, as well as the ghost of Rashero Bacono, they were both broiled on the coals? you are a scholar, upsolve me that now.
MAT. Oh, rude ignorance! Cob, canst thou shew me of a gentleman, one Signior Bobadilla, where his lodging is?
COB. Oh, my guest, sir, you mean?
MAT. Thy guest, alas! ha, ha.
COB. Why do you laugh, sir? do you not mean Signior Bobadilla?
MAT. Cob, I pray thee advise thyself well: do not wrong the gentleman, and thyself too. I dare be sworn he scorns thy house; he! he lodge in such a base obscure place as thy house? Tut, I know his disposition so well, he would not lie in thy bed if thou'dst give it him.
COB. I will not give it him. Mass, I thought somewhat was in it, we could not get him to bed all night. Well sir, though he lie not on my bed, he lies on my bench, an't please you to go up, sir, you shall find him with two cushions under his head, and his cloak wrapt about him, as though he had neither won nor lost, and yet I warrant he ne'er cast better in his life than he hath done to-night.
MAT. Why, was he drunk?
COB. Drunk, sir? you hear not me say so; perhaps he swallow'd a tavern token, or some such device, sir; I have nothing to do withal: I deal with water and not with wine. Give me my tankard there, ho! God be with you, sir; it's six o'clock: I should have carried two turns by this, what ho! my stopple, come.
MAT. Lie in a water-bearer's house, a gentleman of his note? Well, I'll tell him my mind. [EXIT.
COB. What, Tib, shew this gentleman up to Signior Bobadilla: oh, an my house were the Brazen head now, faith it would e'en cry moe fools yet: you should have some now, would take him to be a gentleman at least; alas, God help the simple, his father's an honest man, a good fishmonger, and so forth: and now doth he creep and wriggle into acquaintance with all the brave gallants and they flout him invincibly. He useth every day to a merchant's house, (where I serve water) one M. Thorello's; and here's the jest, he is in love with my master's sister, and calls her mistress: and there he sits a whole afternoon sometimes, reading of these same abominable, vile, (a pox on them, I cannot abide them!) rascally verses, Poetry, poetry, and speaking of 'Interludes', 'twill make a man burst to hear him: and the wenches, they do so jeer and tihe at him; well, should they do as much to me, I'd forswear them all, by the life of Pharaoh, there's an oath: how many water-bearers shall you hear swear such an oath? oh, I have a guest, (he teacheth me) he doth swear the best of any man christened. By Phoebus, By the life of Pharaoh, By the body of me, As I am gentleman, and a soldier: such dainty oaths; and withal he doth take this same filthy roguish tobacco, the finest and cleanliest; it would do a man good to see the fume come forth at his nostrils: well, he owes me forty shillings, (my wife lent him out of her purse; by sixpence a time,) besides his lodging; I would I had it: I shall have it, he saith, next Action. Helter skelter, hang sorrow, care will kill a cat, up-tails all, and a pox on the hangman. [EXIT.
[BOBADILLA DISCOVERS HIMSELF; ON A BENCH; TO HIM TIB.
BOB. Hostess, hostess.
TIB. What say you, sir?
BOB. A cup of your small beer, sweet hostess.
TIB. Sir, there's a gentleman below would speak with you.
BOB. A gentleman? (God's so) I am not within.
TIB. My husband told him you were, sir.
BOB. What a plague! what meant he?
MAT. Signior Bobadilla. [MATHEO WITHIN.
BOB. Who's there? (take away the bason, good hostess) come up, sir.
TIB. He would desire you to come up, sir; you come into a cleanly house here.
MAT. God save you, sir, God save you.
[ENTER MATHEO.
BOB. Signior Matheo, is't you, sir? please you sit down.
MAT. I thank you, good Signior, you may see I am somewhat audacious.
BOB. Not so, Signior, I was requested to supper yesternight by a sort of gallants, where you were wished for, and drunk to, I assure you.
MAT. Vouchsafe me by whom, good Signior.
BOB. Marry, by Signior Prospero, and others; why, hostess, a stool here for this gentleman.
MAT. No haste, sir, it is very well.
BOB. Body of me, it was so late ere we parted last night, I can scarce open mine eyes yet; I was but new risen as you came; how passes the day abroad, sir? you can tell.
MAT. Faith, some half hour to seven: now trust me, you have an exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and private.
BOB. Ay, sir, sit down. I pray you, Signior Matheo, in any case possess no gentlemen of your acquaintance with notice of my lodging.
MAT. Who? I, sir? no.
BOB. Not that I need to care who know it, but in regard I would not be so popular and general as some be.
MAT. True, Signior, I conceive you.
BOB. For do you see, sir, by the heart of myself, (except it be to some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am extraordinarily engaged, as yourself, or so,) I could not extend thus far.
MAT. O Lord, sir! I resolve so.
BOB. What new book have you there? What? 'Go by Hieronymo'.
MAT. Ay, did you ever see it acted? is't not well penned?
BOB. Well penned: I would fain see all the Poets of our time pen such another play as that was; they'll prate and swagger, and keep a stir of art and devices, when (by God's so) they are the most shallow, pitiful fellows that live upon the face of the earth again.
MAT. Indeed, here are a number of fine speeches in this book: "Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;" there's a conceit: Fountains fraught with tears. "Oh life, no life, but lively form of death;" is't not excellent? "Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs;" O God's me: "confused and filled with murder and misdeeds." Is't not simply the best that ever you heard? Ha, how do you like it?
BOB. 'Tis good.
MAT. "To thee, the purest object to my sense, The most refined essence heaven covers, Send I these lines, wherein I do commence The happy state of true deserving lovers. If they prove rough, unpolish'd, harsh, and rude, Haste made that waste; thus mildly I conclude."
BOB. Nay, proceed, proceed, where's this? where's this?
MAT. This, sir, a toy of mine own in my non-age: but when will you come and see my study? good faith, I can shew you some very good things I have done of late: that boot becomes your leg passing well, sir, methinks.
BOB. So, so, it's a fashion gentlemen use.
MAT. Mass, sir, and now you speak of the fashion, Signior Prospero's elder brother and I are fallen out exceedingly: this other day I happened to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which, I assure you, both for fashion and workmanship was most beautiful and gentlemanlike; yet he condemned it for the most pied and ridiculous that ever he saw.
BOB. Signior Giuliano, was it not? the elder brother?
MAT. Ay, sir, he.
BOB. Hang him, rook! he! why, he has no more judgment than a malt-horse. By St. George, I hold him the most peremptory absurd clown (one a them) in Christendom: I protest to you (as I am a gentleman and a soldier) I ne'er talk'd with the like of him: he has not so much as a good word in his belly, all iron, iron, a good commodity for a smith to make hob-nails on.
MAT. Ay, and he thinks to carry it away with his manhood still where he comes: he brags he will give me the bastinado, as I hear.
BOB. How, the bastinado? how came he by that word, trow?
MAT. Nay, indeed, he said cudgel me; I termed it so for the more grace.
BOB. That may be, for I was sure it was none of his word: but when, when said he so?
MAT. Faith, yesterday, they say, a young gallant, a friend of mine, told me so.
BOB. By the life of Pharaoh, an't were my case now, I should send him a challenge presently: the bastinado! come hither, you shall challenge him; I'll shew you a trick or two, you shall kill him at pleasure, the first 'stoccado' if you will, by this air.
MAT. Indeed, you have absolute knowledge in the mystery, I have heard, sir.
BOB. Of whom? of whom, I pray?
MAT. Faith, I have heard it spoken of divers, that you have very rare skill, sir.
BOB. By heaven, no, not I, no skill in the earth: some small science, know my time, distance, or so, I have profest it more for noblemen and gentlemen's use than mine own practise, I assure you. Hostess, lend us another bed-staff here quickly: look you, sir, exalt not your point above this state at any hand, and let your poniard maintain your defence thus: give it the gentleman. So, sir, come on, oh, twine your body more about, that you may come to a more sweet comely gentlemanlike guard; so indifferent. Hollow your body more, sir, thus: now stand fast on your left leg, note your distance, keep your due proportion of time: oh, yes disorder your point most vilely.
MAT. How is the bearing of it now, sir?
BOB. Oh, out of measure ill, a well-experienced man would pass upon you at pleasure.
MAT. How mean you pass upon me?
BOB. Why, thus, sir: make a thrust at me; come in upon my time; control your point, and make a full career at the body: the best-practis'd gentlemen of the time term it the 'passado', a most desperate thrust, believe it.
MAT. Well, come, sir.
BOB. Why, you do not manage your weapons with that facility and grace that you should do, I have no spirit to play with you, your dearth of judgment makes you seem tedious.
MAT. But one venue, sir.
BOB. Fie! venue, most gross denomination as ever I heard: oh, the 'stoccado' while you live, Signior, not that. Come, put on your cloak, and we'll go to some private place where you are acquainted, some tavern or so, and we'll send for one of these fencers, where he shall breathe you at my direction, and then I'll teach you that trick; you shall kill him with it at the first if you please: why, I'll learn you by the true judgment of the eye, hand, and foot, to control any man's point in the world; Should your adversary confront you with a pistol, 'twere nothing, you should (by the same rule) control the bullet, most certain, by Phoebus: unless it were hail-shot: what money have you about you, sir?
MAT. Faith, I have not past two shillings, or so.
BOB. 'Tis somewhat with the least, but come, when we have done, we'll call up Signior Prospero; perhaps we shall meet with Coridon his brother there.
[EXEUNT.
SCENE IV. -- ENTER THORELLO, GIULIANO, PISO.
THO. Piso, come hither: there lies a note within, upon my desk; here, take my key: it's no matter neither, where's the boy?
PIS. Within, sir, in the warehouse.
THO. Let him tell over that Spanish gold, and weigh it, and do you see the delivery of those wares to Signior Bentivole: I'll be there myself at the receipt of the money anon.
PIS. Very good, sir. [EXIT PISO.
THO. Brother, did you see that same fellow there?
GIU. Ay, what of him?
THO. He is e'en the honestest, faithful servant that is this day in Florence; (I speak a proud word now;) and one that I durst trust my life into his hands, I have so strong opinion of his love, if need were.
GIU. God send me never such need: but you said you had somewhat to tell me, what is't?
THO. Faith, brother, I am loath to utter it, As fearing to abuse your patience, But that I know your judgment more direct, Able to sway the nearest of affection.
GIU. Come, come, what needs this circumstance?
THO. I will not say what honour I ascribe Unto your friendship, nor in what dear state I hold your love; let my continued zeal, The constant and religious regard, That I have ever carried to your name, My carriage with your sister, all contest, How much I stand affected to your house.
GIU. You are too tedious, come to the matter, come to the matter.
THO. Then (without further ceremony) thus. My brother Prospero (I know not how) Of late is much declined from what he was, And greatly alter'd in his disposition. When he came first to lodge here in my house, Ne'er trust me, if I was not proud of him: Methought he bare himself with such observance, So true election and so fair a form: And (what was chief) it shew'd not borrow'd in him, But all he did became him as his own, And seem'd as perfect, proper, and innate, Unto the mind, as colour to the blood, But now, his course is so irregular, So loose affected, and deprived of grace, And he himself withal so far fallen off >From his first place, that scarce no note remains, To tell men's judgments where he lately stood; He's grown a stranger to all due respect, Forgetful of his friends, and not content To stale himself in all societies, He makes my house as common as a Mart, A Theatre, a public receptacle For giddy humour, and diseased riot, And there, (as in a tavern, or a stews,) He, and his wild associates, spend their hours, In repetition of lascivious jests, Swear, leap, and dance, and revel night by night, Control my servants: and indeed what not?
GIU. Faith, I know not what I should say to him: so God save me, I am e'en at my wits' end, I have told him enough, one would think, if that would serve: well, he knows what to trust to for me: let him spend, and spend, and domineer till his heart ache: an he get a penny more of me, I'll give him this ear.
THO. Nay, good brother, have patience.
GIU. 'Sblood, he made me, I could eat my very flesh for anger: I marle you will not tell him of it, how he disquiets your house.
THO. O, there are divers reasons to dissuade me, But would yourself vouchsafe to travail in it, (Though but with plain and easy circumstance,) It would both come much better to his sense, And savour less of grief and discontent. You are his elder brother, and that title Confirms and warrants your authority: Which (seconded by your aspect) will breed A kind of duty in him, and regard. Whereas, if I should intimate the least, It would but add contempt to his neglect, Heap worse on ill, rear a huge pile of hate, That in the building would come tottering down, And in her ruins bury all our love. Nay, more than this, brother; if I should speak, He would be ready in the heat of passion, To fill the ears of his familiars, With oft reporting to them, what disgrace And gross disparagement I had proposed him. And then would they straight back him in opinion, Make some loose comment upon every word, And out of their distracted phantasies, Contrive some slander, that should dwell with me. And what would that be, think you? marry, this, They would give out, (because my wife is fair, Myself but lately married, and my sister Here sojourning a virgin in my house,) That I were jealous: nay, as sure as death, Thus they would say: and how that I had wrong'd My brother purposely, thereby to find An apt pretext to banish them my house.
GIU. Mass, perhaps so.
THO. Brother, they would, believe it: so should I (Like one of these penurious quack-salvers) But try experiments upon myself, Open the gates unto mine own disgrace, Lend bare-ribb'd envy opportunity To stab my reputation, and good name.
[ENTER BOBA. AND MAT. MAT. I will speak to him.
BOB. Speak to him? away, by the life of Pharaoh, you shall not, you shall not do him that grace: the time of day to you, gentlemen: is Signior Prospero stirring?
GIU. How then? what should he do?
BOB. Signior Thorello, is he within sir?
THO. He came not to his lodging to-night, sir, I assure you.
GIU. Why, do you hear? you.
BOB. This gentleman hath satisfied me, I'll talk to no Scavenger.
GIU. How, Scavenger? stay, sir, stay. [EXEUNT.
THO. Nay, brother Giuliano.
GIU. 'Sblood, stand you away, an you love me.
THO. You shall not follow him now, I pray you, Good faith, you shall not.
GIU. Ha! Scavenger! well, go to, I say little, but, by this good day, (God forgive me I should swear) if I put it up so, say I am the rankest -- that ever pist. 'Sblood, an I swallow this, I'll ne'er draw my sword in the sight of man again while I live; I'll sit in a barn with Madge-owlet first. Scavenger! 'Heart, and I'll go near to fill that huge tumbrel slop of yours with somewhat, as I have good luck, your Gargantua breech cannot carry it away so.
THO. Oh, do not fret yourself thus, never think on't.
GIU. These are my brother's consorts, these, these are his Comrades, his walking mates, he's a gallant, a Cavaliero too, right hangman cut. God let me not live, an I could not find in my heart to swinge the whole next of them, one after another, and begin with him first, I am grieved it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses, well, he shall hear on't, and that tightly too, an I live, i'faith.
THO. But, brother, let your apprehension (then) Run in an easy current, not transported With heady rashness, or devouring choler, And rather carry a persuading spirit, Whose powers will pierce more gently; and allure Th' imperfect thoughts you labour to reclaim, To a more sudden and resolved assent.
GIU. Ay, ay, let me alone for that, I warrant you.
[BELL RINGS.
THO. How now! oh, the bell rings to breakfast. Brother Giuliano, I pray you go in and bear my wife company: I'll but give order to my servants for the dispatch of some business, and come to you presently. [EXIT GIU. [ENTER COB. What, Cob! our maids will have you by the back (i'faith) For coming so late this morning.
COB. Perhaps so, sir, take heed somebody have not them by the belly for walking so late in the evening. [EXIT.
THO. Now (in good faith) my mind is somewhat eased, Though not reposed in that security As I could wish; well, I must be content, Howe'er I set a face on't to the world, Would I had lost this finger at a vent, So Prospero had ne'er lodged in my house, Why't cannot be, where there is such resort Of wanton gallants, and young revellers, That any woman should be honest long. Is't like, that factious beauty will preserve The sovereign state of chastity unscarr'd, When such strong motives muster, and make head Against her single peace? no, no: beware When mutual pleasure sways the appetite, And spirits of one kind and quality, Do meet to parley in the pride of blood. Well, (to be plain) if I but thought the time Had answer'd their affections, all the world Should not persuade me, but I were a cuckold: Marry, I hope they have not got that start. For opportunity hath balk'd them yet, And shall do still, while I have eyes and ears To attend the imposition of my heart: My presence shall be as an iron bar, 'Twixt the conspiring motions of desire, Yea, every look or glance mine eye objects, Shall check occasion, as one doth his slave, [ENTER BIANCHA WITH HESPERIDA. When he forgets the limits of prescription.
BIA. Sister Hesperida, I pray you fetch down the rose-water above in the closet: Sweet-heart, will you come in to breakfast?
THO. An she have overheard me now?
[EXIT HESPERIDA.
BIA. I pray thee, (good Muss) we stay for you.
THO. By Christ, I would not for a thousand crowns.
BIA. What ail you, sweet-heart? are you not well? speak, good Muss.
THO. Troth, my head aches extremely on a sudden.
BIA. Oh Jesu!
THO. How now! what!
BIA. Good Lord, how it burns! Muss, keep you warm; good truth, it is this new disease, there's a number are troubled withall for God's sake, sweet-heart, come in out of the air.
THO. How simple, and how subtle are her answers! A new disease, and many troubled with it. Why true, she heard me all the world to nothing.
BIA. I pray thee, good sweet-heart, come in; the air will do you harm, in troth.
THO. I'll come to you presently, it will away, I hope.
BIA. Pray God it do. [EXIT.
THO. A new disease! I know not, new or old, But it may well be call'd poor mortals' Plague; For like a pestilence it doth infect The houses of the brain: first it begins Solely to work upon the phantasy, Filling her seat with such pestiferous air, As soon corrupts the judgment, and from thence, Sends like contagion to the memory, Still each of other catching the infection, Which as a searching vapour spreads itself Confusedly through every sensive part, Till not a thought or motion in the mind Be free from the black poison of suspect. Ah, but what error is it to know this, And want the free election of the soul In such extremes! well, I will once more strive (Even in despite of hell) myself to be, And shake this fever off that thus shakes me. [EXIT.
ACT II
SCENE I. -- ENTER MUSCO, DISGUISED LIKE A SOLDIER.
MUS. 'Sblood, I cannot choose but laugh to see myself translated thus, from a poor creature to a creator; for now must I create an intolerable sort of lies, or else my profession loses his grace, and yet the lie to a man of my coat is as ominous as the Fico, oh sir, it holds for good policy to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, that inwardly is most dear to us: So much for my borrowed shape. Well, the troth is, my master intends to follow his son dry-foot to Florence, this morning: now I, knowing of this conspiracy, and the rather to insinuate with my young master, (for so must we that are blue waiters, or men of service do, or else perhaps we may wear motley at the year's end, and who wears motley you know:) I have got me afore in this disguise, determining here to lie in ambuscado, and intercept him in the midway; if I can but get his cloak, his purse, his hat, nay, anything so I can stay his journey, 'Rex Regum', I am made for ever, i'faith: well, now must I practise to get the true garb of one of these 'Lance-knights; my arm here, and my -- God's so, young master and his cousin.
LOR. JU. So, sir, and how then?
[ENTER LOR. JU. AND STEP.
STEP. God's foot, I have lost my purse, I think.
LOR. JU. How? lost your purse? where? when had you it?
STEP. I cannot tell, stay.
MUS. 'Slid, I am afraid they will know me, would I could get by them.
LOR. JU. What! have you it?
STEP. No, I think I was bewitched, I.
LOR. JU. Nay, do not weep, a pox on it, hang it, let it go.
STEP. Oh, it's here; nay, an it had been lost, I had not cared but for a jet ring Marina sent me.
LOR. JU. A jet ring! oh, the poesie, the poesie!
STEP. Fine, i'faith: "Though fancy sleep, my love is deep": meaning that though I did not fancy her, yet she loved me dearly.
LOR. JU. Most excellent.
STEP. And then I sent her another, and my poesie was: "The deeper the sweeter, I'll be judged by Saint Peter".
LOR. JU. How, by St. Peter? I do not conceive that.
STEP. Marry, St. Peter to make up the metre.
LOR JU. Well, you are beholding to that Saint, he help'd you at your need; thank him, thank him.
MUS. I will venture, come what will: Gentlemen, please you change a few crowns for a very excellent good blade here; I am a poor gentleman, a soldier, one that (in the better state of my fortunes) scorned so mean a refuge, but now it's the humour of necessity to have it so: you seem to be, gentlemen, well affected to martial men, else I should rather die with silence, than live with shame: howe'er, vouchsafe to remember it is my want speaks, not myself: this condition agrees not with my spirit.
LOR. JU. Where hast thou served?
MUS. May it please you, Signior, in all the provinces of Bohemia, Hungaria, Dalmatia, Poland, where not? I have been a poor servitor by sea and land, any time this xiiij. years, and follow'd the fortunes of the best Commanders in Christendom. I was twice shot at the taking of Aleppo, once at the relief of Vienna; I have been at America in the galleys thrice, where I was most dangerously shot in the head, through both the thighs, and yet, being thus maim'd I am void of maintenance, nothing left me but my scars, the noted marks of my resolution.
STEP. How will you sell this rapier, friend?
MUS. Faith, Signior, I refer it to your own judgment; you are a gentleman, give me what you please.
STEP. True, I am a gentleman, I know that; but what though, I pray you say, what would you ask?
MUS. I assure you the blade may become the side of the best prince in Europe.
LOR. JU. Ay, with a velvet scabbard.
STEP. Nay, an't be mine it shall have a velvet scabbard, that is flat, I'd not wear it as 'tis an you would give me an angel.
MUS. At your pleasure, Signior, nay, it's a most pure Toledo.
STEP. I had rather it were a Spaniard: but tell me, what shall I give you for it? an it had a silver hilt --
LOR. JU. Come, come, you shall not buy it; hold, there's a shilling, friend, take thy rapier.
STEP. Why, but I will buy it now, because you say so: what, shall I go without a rapier?
LOR. JU. You may buy one in the city.
STEP. Tut, I'll buy this, so I will; tell me your lowest price.
LOR. JU. You shall not, I say.
STEP. By God's lid, but I will, though I give more than 'tis worth.
LOR. JU. Come away, you are a fool.
STEP. Friend, I'll have it for that word: follow me.
MUS. At your service, Signior. [EXEUNT.
SCENE II. -- ENTER LORENZO SENIOR.
LOR. SE. My labouring spirit being late opprest With my son's folly, can embrace no rest Till it hath plotted by advice and skill, How to reduce him from affected will To reason's manage; which while I intend, My troubled soul begins to apprehend A farther secret, and to meditate Upon the difference of man's estate: Where is decipher'd to true judgment's eye A deep, conceal'd, and precious mystery. Yet can I not but worthily admire At nature's art: who (when she did inspire This beat of life) placed Reason (as a king) Here in the head, to have the marshalling Of our affections: and with sovereignty To sway the state of our weak empery. But as in divers commonwealths we see, The form of government to disagree: Even so in man, who searcheth soon shall find As much or more variety of mind. Some men's affections like a sullen wife, Is with her husband reason still at strife. Others (like proud arch-traitors that rebel Against their sovereign) practise to expel Their liege Lord Reason, and not shame to tread Upon his holy and anointed head. But as that land or nation best doth thrive, Which to smooth-fronted peace is most proclive, So doth that mind, whose fair affections ranged By reason's rules, stand constant and unchanged, Else, if the power of reason be not such, Why do we attribute to him so much? Or why are we obsequious to his law, If he want spirit our affects to awe? Oh no, I argue weakly, he is strong, Albeit my son have done him too much wrong.
[ENTER MUSCO. MUS. My master: nay, faith, have at you: I am flesh'd now I have sped so well: Gentleman, I beseech you respect the estate of a poor soldier; I am ashamed of this base course of life, (God's my comfort) but extremity provokes me to't; what remedy?
LOR. SE. I have not for you now.
MUS. By the faith I bear unto God, gentleman, it is no ordinary custom, but only to preserve manhood. I protest to you, a man I have been, a man I may be, by your sweet bounty.
LOR. SE. I pray thee, good friend, be satisfied.
MUS. Good Signior: by Jesu, you may do the part of a kind gentleman, in lending a poor soldier the price of two cans of beer, a matter of small value, the King of heaven shall pay you, and I shall rest thankful: sweet Signior --
LOR. SE. Nay, an you be so importunate --
MUS. O Lord, sir, need will have his course: I was not made to this vile use; well, the edge of the enemy could not have abated me so much: it's hard when a man hath served in his Prince's cause and be thus. Signior, let me derive a small piece of silver from you, it shall not be given in the course of time, by this good ground, I was fain to pawn my rapier last night for a poor supper, I am a Pagan else: sweet Signior --
LOR. SE. Believe me, I am rapt with admiration, To think a man of thy exterior presence Should (in the constitution of the mind) Be so degenerate, infirm, and base. Art thou a man? and sham'st thou not to beg? To practise such a servile kind of life? Why, were thy education ne'er so mean, Having thy limbs? a thousand fairer courses Offer themselves to thy election. Nay, there the wars might still supply thy wants, Or service of some virtuous gentleman, Or honest labour; nay, what can I name, But would become thee better than to beg? But men of your condition feed on sloth, As doth the Scarab on the dung she breeds in, Not caring how the temper of your spirits Is eaten with the rust of idleness. Now, afore God, whate'er he be that should Relieve a person of thy quality, While you insist in this loose desperate course, I would esteem the sin not thine, but his.
MUS. Faith, Signior, I would gladly find some other course, if so.
LOR. SE. Ay, you'd gladly find it, but you will not seek it.
MUS. Alas, sir, where should a man seek? in the wars, there's no ascent by desert in these days, but -- and for service, would it were as soon purchased as wish'd for, (God's my comfort) I know what I would say.
LOR. SE. What's thy name?
MUS. Please you: Portensio.
LOR. SE. Portensio? Say that a man should entertain thee now, Would thou be honest, humble, just, and true?
MUS. Signior: by the place and honour of a soldier --
LOR. SE. Nay, nay, I like not these affected oaths; Speak plainly, man: what thinkst thou of my words?
MUS. Nothing, Signior, but wish my fortunes were as happy as my service should be honest.
LOR. SE. Well, follow me, I'll prove thee, if thy deeds Will carry a proportion to thy words. [EXIT LOR. SE.
MUS. Yes, sir, straight, I'll but garter my hose; oh, that my belly were hoop'd now, for I am ready to burst with laughing. 'Slid, was there ever seen a fox in years to betray himself thus? now shall I be possest of all his determinations, and consequently my young master; well, he is resolved to prove my honesty: faith, and I am resolved to prove his patience: oh, I shall abuse him intolerably: this small piece of service will bring him clean out of love with the soldier for ever. It's no matter, let the world think me a bad counterfeit, if I cannot give him the slip at an instant; why, this is better than to have stayed his journey by half: well, I'll follow him. Oh, how I long to be employed. [EXIT.
SCENE III. -- ENTER PROSPERO, BOBADILLA, AND MATHEO.
MAT. Yes, faith, sir, we were at your lodging to seek you too.
PROS. Oh, I came not there to-night.
BOB. Your brother delivered us as much.
PROS. Who, Giuliano?
BOB. Giuliano. Signior Prospero, I know not in what kind you value me, but let me tell you this: as sure as God, I do hold it so much out of mine honour and reputation, if I should but cast the least regard upon such a dunghill of flesh; I protest to you (as I have a soul to be saved) I ne'er saw any gentlemanlike part in him: an there were no more men living upon the face of the earth, I should not fancy him, by Phoebus.
MAT. Troth, nor I, he is of a rustical cut, I know not how: he doth not carry himself like a gentleman.
PROS. Oh, Signior Matheo, that's a grace peculiar but to a few; "quos oequus amavit Jupiter".
MAT. I understand you, sir.
[ENTER LOR. JU. AND STEP.
PROS. No question you do, sir: Lorenzo! now on my soul, welcome; how dost thou, sweet rascal? my Genius! 'Sblood, I shall love Apollo and the mad Thespian girls the better while I live for this; my dear villain, now I see there's some spirit in thee: Sirrah, these be they two I writ to thee of, nay, what a drowsy humour is this now? why dost thou not speak?
LOR. JU. Oh, you are a fine gallant, you sent me a rare letter.
PROS. Why, was't not rare?
LOR. JU. Yes, I'll be sworn I was ne'er guilty of reading the like, match it in all Pliny's familiar Epistles, and I'll have my judgment burn'd in the ear for a rogue, make much of thy vein, for it is inimitable. But I marle what camel it was, that had the carriage of it? for doubtless he was no ordinary beast that brought it.
PROS. Why?
LOR. JU. Indeed, the best use we can turn it to, is to make a jest on't now: but I'll assure you, my father had the proving of your copy some hour before I saw it.
PROS. What a dull slave was this! But, sirrah, what said he to it, i'faith?
LOR. JU. Nay, I know not what he said. But I have a shrewd guess what he thought.
PRO. What? what?
LOR. JU. Marry, that thou are a damn'd dissolute villain, And I some grain or two better, in keeping thee company.
PROS. Tut, that thought is like the moon in the last quarter, 'twill change shortly: but, sirrah, I pray thee be acquainted with my two Zanies here, thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in them if thou bear'st them once, but what strange piece of silence is this? the sign of the dumb man?
LOR. JU. Oh, sir, a kinsman of mine, one that may make our music the fuller, an he please he hath his humour, sir.
PROS. Oh, what is't? what is't?
LOR. JU. Nay, I'll neither do thy judgment nor his folly that wrong, as to prepare thy apprehension: I'll leave him to the mercy of the time, if you can take him: so.
PROS. Well, Signior Bobadilla, Signior Matheo: I pray you know this gentleman here, he is a friend of mine, and one that will well deserve your affection, I know not your name, Signior, but I shall be glad of any good occasion to be more familiar with you.
STEP. My name is Signior Stephano, sir, I am this gentleman's cousin, sir, his father is mine uncle; sir, I am somewhat melancholy, but you shall command me, sir, in whatsoever is incident to a gentleman.
BOB. Signior, I must tell you this, I am no general man, embrace it as a most high favour, for (by the host of Egypt) but that I conceive you to be a gentleman of some parts, I love few words: you have wit: imagine.
STEP. Ay, truly, sir, I am mightily given to melancholy.
MAT. O Lord, sir, it's your only best humour, sir, your true melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit, sir: I am melancholy myself divers times, sir, and then do I no more but take your pen and paper presently, and write you your half score or your dozen of sonnets at a sitting.
LOR. JU. Mass, then he utters them by the gross.
STEP. Truly, sir, and I love such things out of measure.
LOR. JU. I'faith, as well as in measure.
MAT. Why, I pray you, Signior, make use of my study, it's at your service.
STEP. I thank you, sir, I shall be bold, I warrant you, have you a close stool there?
MAT. Faith, sir, I have some papers there, toys of mine own doing at idle hours, that you'll say there's some sparks of wit in them, when you shall see them.
PROS. Would they were kindled once, and a good fire made, I might see self-love burn'd for her heresy.
STEP. Cousin, is it well? am I melancholy enough?
LOR. JU. Oh, ay, excellent.
PROS. Signior Bobadilla, why muse you so?
LOR. JU. He is melancholy too.
BOB. Faith, sir, I was thinking of a most honourable piece of service was perform'd to-morrow, being St. Mark's day, shall be some ten years.
LOR. JU. In what place was that service, I pray you, sir?
BOB. Why, at the beleaguering of Ghibelletto, where, in less than two hours, seven hundred resolute gentlemen, as any were in Europe, lost their lives upon the breach: I'll tell you, gentlemen, it was the first, but the best leaguer that ever I beheld with these eyes, except the taking in of Tortosa last year by the Genoways, but that (of all other) was the most fatal and dangerous exploit that ever I was ranged in, since I first bore arms before the face of the enemy, as I am a gentleman and a soldier.
STEP. So, I had as lief as an angel I could swear as well as that gentleman.
LOR. JU. Then you were a servitor at both, it seems.
BOB. O Lord, sir: by Phaeton, I was the first man that entered the breach, and had I not effected it with resolution, I had been slain if I had had a million of lives.
LOR. JU. Indeed, sir?
STEP. Nay, an you heard him discourse you would say so: how like you him?
BOB. I assure you (upon my salvation) 'tis true, and yourself shall confess.
PROS. You must bring him to the rack first.
BOB. Observe me judicially, sweet Signior: they had planted me a demi-culverin just in the mouth of the breach; now, sir, (as we were to ascend), their master gunner (a man of no mean skill and courage, you must think,) confronts me with his linstock ready to give fire; I spying his intendment, discharged my petronel in his bosom, and with this instrument, my poor rapier, ran violently upon the Moors that guarded the ordnance, and put them pell-mell to the sword.
PROS. To the sword? to the rapier, Signior.
LOR. JU. Oh, it was a good figure observed, sir: but did you all this, Signior, without hurting your blade?
BOB. Without any impeach on the earth: you shall perceive, sir, it is the most fortunate weapon that ever rid on a poor gentleman's thigh: shall I tell you, sir? you talk of Morglay, Excalibur, Durindana, or so: tut, I lend no credit to that is reported of them, I know the virtue of mine own, and therefore I dare the boldlier maintain it.
STEP. I marle whether it be a Toledo or no?
BOB. A most perfect Toledo, I assure you, Signior.
STEP. I have a countryman of his here.
MAT. Pray you let's see, sir: yes, faith, it is.
BOB. This a Toledo? pish!
STEP. Why do you pish, Signior?
BOB. A Fleming, by Phoebus! I'll buy them for a guilder a piece, an I'll have a thousand of them.
LOR. JU. How say you, cousin? I told you thus much.
PROS. Where bought you it, Signior?
STEP. Of a scurvy rogue soldier, a pox of God on him, he swore it was a Toledo.
BOB. A preovant rapier, no better.
MAT. Mass, I think it be indeed.
LOR. JU. Tut, now it's too late to look on it, put it up, put it up.
STEP. Well, I will not put it up, but by God's foot, an ever I meet him -
PROS. Oh, it is past remedy now, sir, you must have patience.
STEP. Whoreson, coney-catching rascal; oh, I could eat the very hilts for anger.
LOR. JU. A sign you have a good ostrich stomach, cousin.
STEP. A stomach? would I had him here, you should see an I had a stomach.
PROS. It's better as 'tis: come, gentlemen, shall we go?
LOR. JU. A miracle, cousin, look here, look here.
[ENTER MUSCO.
STEP. Oh, God's lid, by your leave, do you know me, sir?
MUS. Ay, sir, I know you by sight.
STEP. You sold me a rapier, did you not?
MUS. Yes, marry did I, sir.
STEP. You said it was a Toledo, ha?
MUS. True, I did so.
STEP. But it is none.
MUS. No, sir, I confess it, it is none.
STEP. Gentlemen, bear witness, he has confest it. By God's lid, an you had not confest it --
LOR. JU. Oh, cousin, forbear, forbear.
STEP. Nay, I have done, cousin.
PROS. Why, you have done like a gentleman, he has confest it, what would you more?
LOR. JU. Sirrah, how dost thou like him?
PROS. Oh, it's a precious good fool, make much on him: I can compare him to nothing more happily than a barber's virginals; for every one may play upon him.
MUS. Gentleman, shall I intreat a word with you?
LOR. JU. With all my heart, sir, you have not another Toledo to sell, have you?
MUS. You are pleasant, your name is Signior Lorenzo, as I take it?
LOR. JU. You are in the right: 'Sblood, he means to catechise me, I think.
MUS. No, sir, I leave that to the Curate, I am none of that coat.
LOR. JU. And yet of as bare a coat; well, say, sir.
MUS. Faith, Signior, I am but servant to God Mars extraordinary, and indeed (this brass varnish being washed off, and three or four other tricks sublated) I appear yours in reversion, after the decease of your good father, Musco.
LOR. JU. Musco, 'sblood, what wind hath blown thee hither in this shape?
MUS. Your easterly wind, sir, the same that blew your father hither.
LOR. JU. My father?
MUS. Nay, never start, it's true, he is come to town of purpose to seek you.
LOR. JU. Sirrah Prospero, what shall we do, sirrah? my father is come to the city.
PROS. Thy father: where is he?
MUS. At a gentleman's house yonder by St. Anthony's, where he but stays my return; and then --
PROS. Who's this? Musco?
MUS. The same, sir.
PROS. Why, how com'st thou transmuted thus?
MUS. Faith, a device, a device, nay, for the love of God, stand not here, gentlemen, house yourselves, and I'll tell you all.
LOR. JU. But are thou sure he will stay thy return?
MUS. Do I live, sir? what a question is that!
PROS. Well, we'll prorogue his expectation a little: Musco, thou shalt go with us: Come on, gentlemen: nay, I pray thee, (good rascal) droop not, 'sheart, an our wits be so gouty, that one old plodding brain can outstrip us all. Lord, I beseech thee, may they lie and starve in some miserable spittle, where they may never see the face of any true spirit again, but be perpetually haunted with some church-yard hobgoblin in seculo seculorum
MUS. Amen, Amen. [EXEUNT.
ACT III
SCENE I. -- ENTER THORELLO, AND PISO.
PIS. He will expect you, sir, within this half hour.
THO. Why, what's a clock?
PIS. New stricken ten.
THO. Hath he the money ready, can you tell?
PIS. Yes, sir, Baptista brought it yesternight.
THO. Oh, that's well: fetch me my cloak. [EXIT PISO. Stay, let me see; an hour to go and come, Ay, that will be the least: and then 'twill be An hour before I can dispatch with him; Or very near: well, I will say two hours; Two hours? ha! things never dreamt of yet May be contrived, ay, and effected too, In two hours' absence: well, I will not go. Two hours; no, fleering opportunity, I will not give your treachery that scope. Who will not judge him worthy to be robb'd, That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shews the felon where his treasure lies? Again, what earthy spirit but will attempt To taste the fruit of beauty's golden tree, When leaden sleep seals up the dragon's eyes? Oh, beauty is a project of some power, Chiefly when opportunity attends her: She will infuse true motion in a stone, Put glowing fire in an icy soul, Stuff peasants' bosoms with proud Caesar's spleen, Pour rich device into an empty brain: Bring youth to folly's gate: there train him in, And after all, extenuate his sin. Well, I will not go, I am resolved for that. Go, carry it again: yet stay: yet do too, I will defer it till some other time.
[ENTER PISO. PIS. Sir. Signior Platano will meet you there with the bond.
THO. That's true: by Jesu, I had clean forgot it. I must go, what's a clock?
PIS. Past ten, sir.
THO. 'Heart, then will Prospero presently be here too, With one or other of his loose consorts. I am a Jew if I know what to say, What course to take, or which way to resolve. My brain (methinks) is like an hour-glass, And my imaginations like the sands Run dribbling forth to fill the mouth of time, Still changed with turning in the ventricle. What were I best to do? it shall be so. Nay, I dare build upon his secrecy. Piso.
PIS. Sir.
THO. Yet now I have bethought me too, I will not. Is Cob within?
PIS. I think he be, sir.
THO. But he'll prate too, there's no talk of him. No, there were no course upon the earth to this, If I durst trust him; tut, I were secure, But there's the question now, if he should prove, 'Rimarum plenus', then, 'sblood, I were rook'd. The state that he hath stood in till this present Doth promise no such change: what should I fear then? Well, come what will, I'll tempt my fortune once. Piso, thou mayest deceive me, but I think thou lovest me, Piso.
PIS. Sir, if a servant's zeal and humble duty may be term'd love, you are possest of it.
THO. I have a matter to impart to thee, but thou must be secret, Piso.
PIS. Sir, for that --
THO. Nay, hear me, man; think I esteem thee well, To let thee in thus to my private thoughts; Piso, it is a thing sits nearer to my crest, Than thou art 'ware of; if thou should'st reveal it --
PIS. Reveal it, sir?
THO. Nay, I do not think thou would'st, but if thou should'st --
PIS. Sir, then I were a villain: Disclaim in me for ever if I do.
THO. He will not swear: he has some meaning, sure, Else (being urged so much) how should he choose, But lend an oath to all this protestation? He is no puritan, that I am certain of. What should I think of it? urge him again, And in some other form: I will do so. Well, Piso, thou has sworn not to disclose; ay, you did swear?
PIS. Not yet, sir, but I will, so please you.
THO. Nay, I dare take thy word. But if thou wilt swear, do as you think good, I am resolved without such circumstance.
PIS. By my soul's safety, sir, I here protest, My tongue shall ne'er take knowledge of a word Deliver'd me in compass of your trust.
THO. Enough, enough, these ceremonies need not, I know thy faith to be as firm as brass. Piso, come hither: nay, we must be close In managing these actions: So it is, (Now he has sworn I dare the safelier speak;) I have of late by divers observations -- But, whether his oath be lawful, yea, or no? ha! I will ask counsel ere I do proceed: Piso, it will be now too long to stay, We'll spy some fitter time soon, or to-morrow.
PIS. At your pleasure, sir.
THO. I pray you search the books 'gainst I return For the receipts 'twixt me and Platano.
PIS. I will, sir.
THO. And hear you: if my brother Prospero Chance to bring hither any gentlemen Ere I come back, let one straight bring me word.
PIS. Very well, sir.
THO. Forget it not, nor be not you out of the way.
PIS. I will not, sir.
THO. Or whether he come or no, if any other, Stranger or else: fail not to send me word.
PIS. Yes, sir.
THO. Have care, I pray you, and remember it.
PIS. I warrant you, sir.
THO. But, Piso, this is not the secret I told thee of.
PIS. No, sir, I suppose so.
THO. Nay, believe me, it is not.
PIS. I do believe you, sir.
THO. By heaven it is not, that's enough. Marry, I would not thou should'st utter it to any creature living, Yet I care not. Well, I must hence: Piso, conceive thus much, No ordinary person could have drawn So deep a secret from me; I mean not this, But that I have to tell thee: this is nothing, this. Piso, remember, silence, buried here: No greater hell than to be slave to fear. [EXIT THO.
PIS. Piso, remember, silence, buried here: When should this flow of passion (trow) take head? ha! Faith, I'll dream no longer of this running humour, For fear I sink, the violence of the stream Already hath transported me so far That I can feel no ground at all: but soft, [ENTER COB. Oh, it's our water-bearer: somewhat has crost him now.
COB. Fasting days: what tell you me of your fasting days? would they were all on a light fire for me: they say the world shall be consumed with fire and brimstone in the latter day: but I would we had these ember weeks and these villainous Fridays burnt in the mean time, and then --
PIS. Why, how now, Cob! what moves thee to this choler, ha?
COB. Collar, sir? 'swounds, I scorn your collar, I, sir, am no collier's horse, sir, never ride me with your collar, an you do, I'll shew you a jade's trick.
PIS. Oh, you'll slip your head out of the collar: why, Cob, you mistake me.
COB. Nay, I have my rheum, and I be angry as well as another, sir.
PIE. Thy rheum? thy humour, man, thou mistakest.
COB. Humour? mack, I think it be so indeed: what is this humour? it's some rare thing, I warrant.
PIS. Marry, I'll tell thee what it is (as 'tis generally received in these days): it is a monster bred in a man by self-love and affectation, and fed by folly.
COB. How? must it be fed?
PIS. Oh ay, humour is nothing if it be not fed, why, didst thou never hear of that? it's a common phrase, "Feed my humour".
COB. I'll none on it: humour, avaunt, I know you not, be gone. Let who will make hungry meals for you, it shall not be I: Feed you, quoth he? 'sblood, I have much ado to feed myself, especially on these lean rascal days too, an't had been any other day but a fasting day: a plague on them all for me: by this light, one might have done God good service and have drown'd them all in the flood two or three hundred thousand years ago, oh, I do stomach them hugely: I have a maw now, an't were for Sir Bevis's horse.
PIS. Nay, but I pray thee, Cob, what makes thee so out of love with fasting days?
COB. Marry, that that will make any man out of love with them, I think: their bad conditions, an you will needs know: First, they are of a Flemish breed, I am sure on't, for they raven up more butter than all the days of the week beside: next, they stink of fish miserably: thirdly, they'll keep a man devoutly hungry all day, and at night send him supperless to bed.
PIS. Indeed, these are faults, Cob.
COB. Nay, an this were all, 'twere something, but they are the only known enemies to my generation. A fasting day no sooner comes, but my lineage goes to rack, poor Cobs, they smoke for it, they melt in passion, and your maids too know this, and yet would have me turn Hannibal, and eat my own fish and blood: my princely coz, [PULLS OUT A RED HERRING.] fear nothing; I have not the heart to devour you, an I might be made as rich as Golias: oh, that I had room for my tears, I could weep salt water enough now to preserve the lives of ten thousand of my kin: but I may curse none but these filthy Almanacks, for an 'twere not for them, these days of persecution would ne'er be known. I'll be hang'd an some fishmonger's son do not make on them, and puts in more fasting days than he should do, because he would utter his father's dried stock-fish.
PIS. 'Soul, peace, thou'lt be beaten like a stockfish else: here is Signior Matheo. [ENTER MATHEO, PROSPERO, LORENZO JUNIOR, BOBADILLA, STEPHANO, MUSCO. Now must I look out for a messenger to my master. [EXEUNT COB AND PISO.
SCENE II.
PROS. Beshrew me, but it was an absolute good jest, and exceedingly well carried.
LOR. JU. Ay, and our ignorance maintain'd it as well, did it not?
PROS. Yes, faith, but was't possible thou should'st not know him?
LOR. JU. 'Fore God, not I, an I might have been join'd patten with one of the nine worthies for knowing him. 'Sblood, man, he had so writhen himself into the habit of one of your poor Disparview's here, your decayed, ruinous, worm-eaten gentlemen of the round: such as have vowed to sit on the skirts of the city, let your Provost and his half dozen of halberdiers do what they can; and have translated begging out of the old hackney pace, to a fine easy amble, and made it run as smooth off the tongue as a shove-groat shilling, into the likeness of one of these lean Pirgo's, had he moulded himself so perfectly, observing every trick of their action, as varying the accent: swearing with an emphasis. Indeed, all with so special and exquisite a grace, that (hadst thou seen him) thou would'st have sworn he might have been the Tamberlane, or the Agamemnon on the rout.
PROS. Why, Musco, who would have thought thou hadst been such a gallant?
LOR. JU. I cannot tell, but (unless a man had juggled begging all his life time, and been a weaver of phrases from his infancy, for the apparelling of it) I think the world cannot produce his rival.
PROS. Where got'st thou this coat, I marle?
MUS. Faith, sir, I had it of one of the devil's near kinsmen, a broker.
PROS. That cannot be, if the proverb hold, a crafty knave needs no broker.
MUS. True, sir, but I need a broker, ergo, no crafty knave.
PROS. Well put off, well put off.
LOR. JU. Tut, he has more of these shifts.
MUS. And yet where I have one, the broker has ten, sir.
[ENTER PIS.
PIS. Francisco, Martino, ne'er a one to be found now: what a spite's this?
PROS. How now, Piso? is my brother within?
PIS. No, sir, my master went forth e'en now, but Signior Giuliano is within. Cob, what, Cob! Is he gone too?
PROS. Whither went thy master? Piso, canst thou tell?
PIS. I know not, to Doctor Clement's, I think, sir. Cob.
[EXIT PIS.
LOR. JU. Doctor Clement, what's he? I have heard much speech of him.
PROS. Why, dost thou not know him? he is the Gonfaloniere of the state here, an excellent rare civilian, and a great scholar, but the only mad merry old fellow in Europe: I shewed him you the other day.
LOR. JU. Oh, I remember him now; Good faith, and he hath a very strange presence, methinks, it shews as if he stood out of the rank from other men. I have heard many of his jests in Padua; they say he will commit a man for taking the wall of his horse.
PROS. Ay, or wearing his cloak on one shoulder, or any thing indeed, if it come in the way of his humour.
PIS. Gaspar, Martino, Cob: 'Sheart, where should they be, trow?
[ENTER PISO.
BOB. Signior Thorello's man, I pray thee vouchsafe us the lighting of this match.
PIS. A pox on your match, no time but now to vouchsafe? Francisco, Cob. [EXIT.
BOB. Body of me: here's the remainder of seven pound, since yesterday was sevennight. It's your right Trinidado: did you never take any, signior?
STEP. No, truly, sir; but I'll learn to take it now, since you commend it so.
BOB. Signior, believe me (upon my relation) for what I tell you, the world shall not improve. I have been in the Indies, (where this herb grows) where neither myself nor a dozen gentlemen more (of my knowledge) have received the taste of any other nutriment in the world, for the space of one and twenty weeks, but tobacco only. Therefore it cannot be but 'tis most divine. Further, take it in the nature, in the true kind, so, it makes an antidote, that had you taken the most deadly poisonous simple in all Florence it should expel it, and clarify you with as much ease as I speak. And for your green wound, your Balsamum, and your -- are all mere gulleries, and trash to it, especially your Trinidado: your Nicotian is good too: I would say what I know of the virtue of it, for the exposing of rheums, raw humours, crudities, obstructions, with a thousand of this kind; but I profess myself no quack-salver. Only thus much; by Hercules, I do hold it, and will affirm it (before any Prince in Europe) to be the most sovereign and precious herb that ever the earth tendered to the use of man.
LOR. JU. Oh, this speech would have done rare in an apothecary's mouth.
PIS. Ay; close by Saint Anthony's: Doctor Clement's.
COB. Oh, oh.
BOB. Where's the match I gave thee?
PIS. 'Sblood, would his match, and he, and pipe, and all, were at Sancto Domingo. [EXIT.
COB. By God's deins, I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking this roguish tobacco; it's good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers: there were four died out of one house last week with taking of it, and two more the bell went for yesternight, one of them (they say) will ne'er escape it, he voided a bushel of soot yesterday, upward and downward. By the stocks, an there were no wiser men than I, I'd have it present death, man or woman, that should but deal with a tobacco pipe; why, it will stifle them all in the end as many as use it; it's little better than rat's-bane. [EXIT PISO.
ALL. Oh, good Signior; hold, hold.
BOB. You base cullion, you.
PIS. Sir, here's your match; come, thou must needs be talking too.
COB. Nay, he will not meddle with his match, I warrant you; well, it shall be a dear beating, an I life.
BOB. Do you prate?
LOR. JU. Nay, good Signior, will you regard the humour of a fool? Away, knave.
PROS. Piso, get him away. [EXIT PISO AND COB.
BOB. A whoreson filthy slave, a turd, an excrement. Body of Caesar, but that I scorn to let forth so mean a spirit, I'd have stabb'd him to the earth.
PROS. Marry, God forbid, sir.
BOB. By this fair heaven, I would have done it.
STEP. Oh, he swears admirably; (by this fair heaven!) Body of Caesar: I shall never do it, sure (upon my salvation). No, I have not the right grace.
MAT. Signior, will you any? By this air, the most divine tobacco as ever I drunk.
LOR. JU. I thank you, sir.
STEP. Oh, this gentleman doth it rarely too, but nothing like the other. By this air, as I am a gentleman: By Phoebus. [EXIT BOB. AND MAT.
MUS. Master, glance, glance: Signior Prospero.
STEP. As I have a soul to be saved, I do protest --
PROS. That you are a fool.
LOR. JU. Cousin, will you any tobacco?
STEP. Ay, sir: upon my salvation.
LOR. JU. How now, cousin?
STEP. I protest, as I am a gentleman, but no soldier indeed.
PROS. No, Signior, as I remember, you served on a great horse, last general muster.
STEP. Ay, sir, that's true, cousin, may I swear as I am a soldier, by that?
LOR. JU. Oh yes, that you may.
STEP. Then as I am a gentleman, and a soldier, it is divine tobacco.
PROS. But soft, where's Signior Matheo? gone?
MUS. No, sir, they went in here.
PROS. Oh, let's follow them: Signior Matheo is gone to salute his mistress, sirrah, now thou shalt hear some of his verses, for he never comes hither without some shreds of poetry: Come, Signior Stephano. Musco.
STEP. Musco? where? I this Musco?
LOR. JU. Ay; but peace, cousin, no words of it at any hand.
STEP. Not I, by this fair heaven, as I have a soul to be saved, by Phoebus.
PROS. Oh rare! your cousin's discourse is simply suited, all in oaths.
LOR. JU. Ay, he lacks nothing but a little light stuff, to draw them out withal, and he were rarely fitted to the time. [EXEUNT.
SCENE III. -- ENTER THORELLO WITH COB.
THO. Ha, how many are there, sayest thou?
COB. Marry, sir, your brother, Signior Prospero.
THO. Tut, beside him: what strangers are there, man?
COB. Strangers? let me see, one, two; mass, I know not well, there's so many.
THO. How? so many?
COB. Ay, there's some five or six of them at the most.
THO. A swarm, a swarm? Spite of the devil, how they sting my heart! How long hast thou been coming hither, Cob?
COB. But a little while, sir.
THO. Didst thou come running?
COB. No, sir.
THO. Tut, then I am familiar with thy haste. Ban to my fortunes: what meant I to marry? I that before was rank'd in such content, My mind attired in smooth silken peace, Being free master of mine own free thoughts, And now become a slave? what, never sigh, Be of good cheer, man: for thou art a cuckold, 'Tis done, 'tis done: nay, when such flowing store, Plenty itself falls in my wife's lap, The Cornucopiae will be mine, I know. But, Cob, What entertainment had they? I am sure My sister and my wife would bid them welcome, ha?
COB. Like enough: yet I heard not a word of welcome.
THO. No, their lips were seal'd with kisses, and the voice Drown'd in a flood of joy at their arrival, Had lost her motion, state, and faculty. Cob, which of them was't that first kiss'd my wife? (My sister, I should say,) my wife, alas, I fear not her: ha? who was it, say'st thou?
COB. By my troth, sir, will you have the truth of it?
THO. Oh ay, good Cob: I pray thee.
COB. God's my judge, I saw nobody to be kiss'd, unless they would have kiss'd the post in the middle of the warehouse; for there I left them all, at their tobacco, with a pox.
THO. How? were they not gone in then ere thou cam'st?
COB. Oh no, sir.
THO. Spite of the devil, what do I stay here then? Cob, follow me. [EXIT THO.
COB. Nay, soft and fair, I have eggs on the spit; I cannot go yet sir: now am I for some divers reasons hammering, hammering revenge: oh, for three or four gallons of vinegar, to sharpen my wits: Revenge, vinegar revenge, russet revenge; nay, an he had not lien in my house, 'twould never have grieved me; but being my guest, one that I'll be sworn my wife has lent him her smock off her back, while his own shirt has been at washing: pawned her neckerchers for clean bands for him: sold almost all my platters to buy him tobacco; and yet to see an ingratitude wretch strike his host; well, I hope to raise up an host of furies for't: here comes M. Doctor. [ENTER DOCTOR CLEMENT, LORENZO SENIOR, PETO.
CLEM. What's Signior Thorello gone?
PET. Ay, sir.
CLEM. Heart of me, what made him leave us so abruptly? How now, sirrah; what make you here? what would you have, ha?
COB. An't please your worship, I am a poor neighbour of your worship's.
CLEM. A neighbour of mine, knave?
COB. Ay, sir, at the sign of the Water-tankard, hard by the Green Lattice: I have paid soot and lot there any time this eighteen years.
CLEM. What, at the Green Lattice?
COB. No sir: to the parish: marry, I have seldom scaped scot-free at the Lattice.
CLEM. So: but what business hath my neighbour?
COB. An't like your worship, I am come to crave the peace of your worship.
CLEM. Of me, knave? peace of me, knave? did I e'er hurt thee? did I ever threaten thee? or wrong thee? ha?
COB. No, God's my comfort, I mean your worship's warrant, for one that hath wrong'd me, sir: his arms are at too much liberty, I would fain have them bound to a treaty of peace, an I could by any means compass it.
LOR. Why, dost thou go in danger of thy life for him?
COB. No, sir; but I go in danger of my death every hour by his means; an I die within a twelve-month and a day, I may swear, by the laws of the land, that he kill'd me.
CLEM. How? how, knave? swear he kill'd thee? what pretext? what colour hast thou for that?
COB. Marry, sir, both black and blue, colour enough, I warrant you, I have it here to shew your worship.
CLEM. What is he that gave you this, sirrah?
COB. A gentleman in the city, sir.
CLEM. A gentleman? what call you him?
COB. Signior Bobadilla.
CLEM. Good: But wherefore did he beat you, sirrah? how began the quarrel 'twixt you? ha: speak truly, knave, I advise you.
COB. Marry, sir, because I spake against their vagrant tobacco, as I came by them: for nothing else.
CLEM. Ha, you speak against tobacco? Peto, his name.
PET. What's your name, sirrah?
COB. Oliver Cob, sir, set Oliver Cob, sir.
CLEM. Tell Oliver Cob he shall go to the jail.
PET. Oliver Cob, master Doctor says you shall go to the jail.
COB. Oh, I beseech your worship, for God's love, dear master Doctor.
CLEM. Nay, God's precious! an such drunken knaves as you are come to dispute of tobacco once, I have done: away with him.
COB. Oh, good master Doctor, sweet gentleman.
LOR. SE. Sweet Oliver, would I could do thee any good; master Doctor, let me intreat, sir.
CLEM. What? a tankard-bearer, a thread-bare rascal, a beggar, a slave that never drunk out of better than piss-pot metal in his life, and he to deprave and abuse the virtue of an herb so generally received in the courts of princes, the chambers of nobles, the bowers of sweet ladies, the cabins of soldiers: Peto, away with him, by God's passion, I say, go to.
COB. Dear master Doctor.
LOR. SE. Alas, poor Oliver.
CLEM. Peto: ay: and make him a warrant, he shall not go, I but fear the knave.
COB. O divine Doctor, thanks, noble Doctor, most dainty Doctor, delicious Doctor. [EXEUNT PETO WITH DOB.
CLEM. Signior Lorenzo: God's pity, man, Be merry, be merry, leave these dumps.
LOR. SE. Troth, would I could, sir: but enforced mirth (In my weak judgment) has no happy birth. The mind, being once a prisoner unto cares, The more it dreams on joy, the worse it fares. A smiling look is to a heavy soul As a gilt bias to a leaden bowl, Which (in itself) appears most vile, being spent To no true use; but only for ostent.
CLEM. Nay, but, good Signior, hear me a word, hear me a word, your cares are nothing; they are like my cap, soon put on, and as soon put off. What? your son is old enough to govern himself; let him run his course, it's the only way to make him a staid man: if he were an unthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard, or a licentious liver, then you had reason: you had reason to take care: but being none of these, God's passion, an I had twice so many cares as you have, I'd drown them all in a cup of sack: come, come, I must your parcel of a soldier returns not all this while. [EXEUNT.
SCENE IV. -- ENTER GIULIANO, WITH BIANCHA.
GIU. Well, sister, I tell you true: and you'll find it so in the end.
BIA. Alas, brother, what would you have me to do? I cannot help it; you see, my brother Prospero he brings them in here, they are his friends.
GIU. His friends? his friends? 'sblood, they do nothing but haunt him up and down like a sort of unlucky sprites, and tempt him to all manner of villainy that can be thought of; well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the devil with some of them; an't were not more for your husband's sake than any thing else, I'd make the house too hot for them; they should say and swear, hell were broken loose, ere they went. But by God's bread, 'tis nobody's fault but yours; for an you had done as you might have done, they should have been damn'd ere they should have come in, e'er a one of them.
BIA. God's my life; did you ever hear the like? what a strange man is this! could I keep out all them, think you? I should put myself against half a dozen men, should I? Good faith, you'd mad the patient'st body in the world, to hear you talk so, without any sense or reason. [ENTER MATHEO WITH HESPERIDA, BOBADILLA, STEPHANO, LORENZO JUNIOR, PROSPERO, MUSCO.
HESP. Servant, (in troth) you are too prodigal of your wits' treasu re, thus to pour it forth upon so mean a subject as my worth.
MAT. You say well, you say well.
GIU. Hoyday, here is stuff.
LOR. JU. Oh now stand close; pray God she can get him to read it.
PROS. Tut, fear not: I warrant thee he will do it of himself with much impudency.
HES. Servant, what is that same, I pray you?
MAT. Marry, an Elegy, an Elegy, an odd toy.
GIU. Ay, to mock an ape withal. O Jesu.
BIA. Sister, I pray you let's hear it.
MAT. Mistress, I'll read it, if you please.
HES. I pray you do, servant.
GIU. Oh, here's no foppery. 'Sblood, it frets me to the gall to think on it. [EXIT.
PROS. Oh ay, it is his condition, peace: we are fairly rid of him.
MAT. Faith, I did it in an humour: I know not how it is, but please you come near, signior: this gentleman hath judgment, he knows how to censure of a -- I pray you, sir, you can judge.
STEP. Not I, sir: as I have a soul to be saved, as I am a gentleman.
LOR. JU. Nay, it's well; so long as he doth not forswear himself.
BOB. Signior, you abuse the excellency of your mistress and her fair sister. Fie, while you live avoid this prolixity.
MAT. I shall, sir; well, 'incipere dulce'.
LOR. JU. How, 'incipere dulce'? a sweet thing to be a fool indeed.
PROS. What, do you take incipere in that sense?
LOR. JU. You do not, you? 'Sblood, this was your villainy to gull him with a motte.
PROS. Oh, the benchers' phrase: 'pauca verba, pauca verba'.
MAT. "Rare creature, let me speak without offence, Would God my rude words had the influence To rule thy thoughts, as thy fair looks do mine, Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine".
LOR. JU. 'Sheart, this is in 'Hero and Leander'!
PROS. Oh ay: peace, we shall have more of this.
MAT. "Be not unkind and fair: misshapen stuff Is of behaviour boisterous and rough:" How like you that, Signior? 'sblood, he shakes his head like a bottle, to feel an there be any brain in it.
MAT. But observe the catastrophe now, "And I in duty will exceed all other, As you in beauty do excel love's mother".
LOR. JU. Well, I'll have him free of the brokers, for he utters nothing but stolen remnants.
PROS. Nay, good critic, forbear.
LOR. JU. A pox on him, hang him, filching rogue, steal from the dead? it's worse than sacrilege.
PROS. Sister, what have you here? verses? I pray you let's see.
BIA. Do you let them go so lightly, sister?
HES. Yes, faith, when they come lightly.
BIA. Ay, but if your servant should hear you, he would take it heavily.
HES. No matter, he is able to bear.
BIA. So are asses.
HES. So is he.
PROS. Signior Matheo, who made these verses? they are excellent good.
MAT. O God, sir, it's your pleasure to say so, sir. Faith, I made them extempore this morning.
PROS. How extempore?
MAT. Ay, would I might be damn'd else; ask Signior Bobadilla. He saw me write them, at the -- (pox on it) the Mitre yonder.
MUS. Well, an the Pope knew he cursed the Mitre it were enough to have him excommunicated all the taverns in the town.
STEP. Cousin, how do you like this gentleman's verses?
LOR. JU. Oh, admirable, the best that ever I heard.
STEP. By this fair heavens, they are admirable, The best that ever I heard.
[ENTER GIULIANO. GIU. I am vext I can hold never a bone of me still, 'Sblood, I think they mean to build a Tabernacle here, well?
PROS. Sister, you have a simple servant here, that crowns your beauty with such encomiums and devices, you may see what it is to be the mistress of a wit that can make your perfections so transparent, that every blear eye may look through them, and see him drowned over head and ears in the deep well of desire. Sister Biancha, I marvel you get you not a servant that can rhyme and do tricks too.
GIU. O monster! impudence itself! tricks!
BIA. Tricks, brother? what tricks?
HES. Nay, speak, I pray you, what tricks?
BIA. Ay, never spare any body here: but say, what tricks?
HES. Passion of my heart! do tricks?
PROS. 'Sblood, here's a trick vied, and revied: why, you monkeys, you! what a cater-wauling do you keep! has he not given you rhymes, and verses, and tricks?
GIU. Oh, see the devil!
PROS. Nay, you lamp of virginity, that take it in snuff so: come and cherish this tame poetical fury in your servant, you'll be begg'd else shortly for a concealment: go to, reward his muse, you cannot give him less than a shilling in conscience, for the book he had it out of cost him a teston at the least. How now gallants, Lorenzo, Signior Bobadilla! what, all sons of silence? no spirit.
GIU. Come, you might practise your ruffian tricks somewhere else, and not here, I wiss: this is no tavern, nor no place for such exploits.
PROS. 'Sheart, how now!
GIU. Nay, boy, never look askance at me for the matter; I'll tell you of it, by God's bread, ay, and you and your companions mend yourselves when I have done.
PROS. My companions?
GIU. Ay, your companions, sir, so I say! 'Sblood, I am not afraid of you nor them neither, you must have your poets, and your cavaliers, and your fools follow you up and down the city, and here they must come to domineer and swagger? sirrah, you ballad-singer, and slops, your fellow there, get you out; get you out: or (by the will of God) I'll cut off your ears, go to.
PROS. 'Sblood, stay, let's see what he dare do: cut off his ears; you are an ass, touch any man here, and by the Lord I'll run my rapier to the hilts in thee.
GIU. Yea, that would I fain see, boy.
BIA. O Jesu! Piso! Matheo! murder!
HES. Help, help, Piso!
[THEY ALL DRAW, ENTER PISO AND SOME MORE OF THE HOUSE TO PART THEM, THE WOMEN MAKE A GREAT CRY.
LOR. JU. Gentlemen, Prospero, forbear, I pray you.
BOB. Well, sirrah, you Holofernes: by my hand, I will pink thy flesh full of holes with my rapier for this, I will, by this good heaven: nay, let him come, let him come, gentlemen, by the body of St. George, I'll not kill him.
[THEY OFFER TO FIGHT AGAIN, AND ARE PARTED.
PIS. Hold, hold, forbear.
GIU. You whoreson, bragging coistril.
[ENTER THORELLO. THO. Why, how now? what's the matter? what stir is here? Whence springs this quarrel? Piso, where is he? Put up your weapons, and put off this rage. My wife and sister, they are cause of this. What, Piso? where is this knave?
PIS. Here, sir.
PROS. Come, let's go: this is one of my brother's ancient humours, this.
STEP. I am glad nobody was hurt by this ancient humour.
[EXIT PROSPERO, LORENZO JU., MUSCO, STEPHANO, BOBADILLA, MATHEO.
THO. Why, how now, brother, who enforced this brawl?
GIU. A sort of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for God nor the devil. And they must come here to read ballads and roguery, and trash. I'll mar the knot of them ere I sleep, perhaps; especially Signior Pithagoras, he that's all manner of shapes: and songs and sonnets, his fellow there.
HES. Brother, indeed you are too violent, Too sudden in your courses, and you know My brother Prospero's temper will not bear Any reproof, chiefly in such a presence, Where every slight disgrace he should receive, Would wound him in opinion and respect.
GIU. Respect? what talk you of respect 'mongst such As had neither spark of manhood nor good manners? By God I am ashamed to hear you: respect? [EXIT.
HES. Yes, there was one a civil gentleman, And very worthily demeaned himself.
THO. Oh, that was some love of yours, sister.
HES. A love of mine? i'faith, I would he were No other's love but mine.
BIA. Indeed, he seem'd to be a gentleman of an exceeding fair disposition, and of very excellent good parts. [EXIT HESPERIDA, BIANCHA.
THO. Her love, by Jesu: my wife's minion, Fair disposition? excellent good parts? 'Sheart, these phrases are intolerable, Good parts? how should she know his parts? well, well, It is too plain, too clear: Piso, come hither. What, are they gone?
PIS. Ay, sir, they went in.
THO. Are any of the gallants within?
PIS. No sir, they are all gone.
THO. Art thou sure of it?
PIS. Ay, sir, I can assure you.
THO. Piso, what gentleman was that they praised so?
PISO. One they call him Signior Lorenzo, a fair young gentleman, sir.
THO. Ay, I thought so: my mind gave me as much: 'Sblood, I'll be hang'd if they have not hid him in the house, Some where, I'll go search, Piso, go with me, Be true to me and thou shalt find me bountiful. [EXEUNT.
SCENE V. -- ENTER COB, TO HIM TIB.
COB. What, Tib, Tib, I say.
TIB. How now, what cuckold is that knocks so hard? Oh, husband, is't you? What's the news?
COB. Nay, you have stunn'd me, i'faith; you have given me a knock on the forehead will stick by me: cuckold? 'Swounds, cuckold?
TIB. Away, you fool, did I know it was you that knock'd? Come, come, you may call me as bad when you list.
COB. May I? 'swounds, Tib, you are a whore.
TIB. 'Sheart, you lie in your throat.
COB. How, the lie? and in my throat too? do you long to be stabb'd, ha?
TIB. Why, you are no soldier?
COB. Mass, that's true, when was Bobadilla here? that rogue, that slave, that fencing Burgullion? I'll tickle him, i'faith.
TIB. Why, what's the matter?
COB. Oh, he hath basted me rarely, sumptuously: but I have it here will sauce him, oh. the doctor, the honestest old Trojan in all Italy, I do honour the very flea of his dog: a plague on him, he put me once in a villainous filthy fear: marry, it vanish'd away like the smoke of tobacco: but I was smok'd soundly first, I think the devil, and his good angel my guest: well, wife, or Tib, (which you will) get you in, and lock the door, I charge you; let nobody into you, not Bobadilla himself, nor the devil in his likeness; you are a woman; you have flesh and blood enough in you; therefore be not tempted; keep the door shut upon all comers.
TIB. I warrant you there shall nobody enter here without my consent.
COB. Nor with your consent, sweet Tib, and so I leave you.
TIB. It's more than you know, whether you leave me so.
COB. How?
TIB. Why, sweet.
COB. Tut, sweet or sour, thou art a flower. Keep close thy door, I ask no more. [EXEUNT.
SCENE VI. -- ENTER LORENZO JUN., PROSPERO, STEPHANO, MUSCO.
LOR JU. Well, Musco, perform this business happily, And thou makest a conquest of my love for ever.
PROS. I'faith, now let thy spirits put on their best habit, But at any hand remember thy message to my brother, For there's no other means to start him.
MUS. I warrant you, sir, fear nothing; I have a nimble soul that hath waked all my imaginative forces by this time, and put them in true motion: what you have possest me withal, I'll discharge it amply, sir. Make no question. [EXIT MUSCO.
PROS. That's well said, Musco: faith, sirrah, how dost thou approve my wit in this device?
LOR JU. Troth, well, however; but excellent if it take.
PROS. Take, man: why, it cannot choose but take, if the circumstances miscarry not, but tell me zealously: dost thou affect my sister Hesperida, as thou pretendest?
LOR JU. Prospero, by Jesu.
PROS. Come, do not protest, I believe thee: i'faith, she is a virgin of good ornament, and much modesty, unless I conceived very worthily of her, thou shouldest not have her.
LOR JU. Nay, I think it a question whether I shall have her for all that.
PROS. 'Sblood, thou shalt have her, by this light, thou shalt!
LOR JU. Nay, do not swear.
PROS. By St. Mark, thou shalt have her: I'll go fetch her presently, 'point but where to meet, and by this hand, I'll bring her!
LOR JU. Hold, hold, what, all policy dead? no prevention of mischiefs stirring.
PROS. Why, by -- what shall I swear by? Thou shalt have her, by my soul.
LOR. JU. I pray thee have patience, I am satisfied: Prospero, omit no offered occasion that may make my desires complete, I beseech thee.
PROS. I warrant thee [EXEUNT.
ACT IV
SCENE I. - ENTER LORENZO SEN., PETO, MEETING MUSCO.
PETO. Was your man a soldier, sir?
LOR. SE. Ay, a knave, I took him up begging upon the way, This morning as I was coming to the city. Oh! Here he is; come on, you make fair speed: Why, where in God's name have you been so long?
MUS. Marry, (God's my comfort) where I thought I should have had little comfort of your worship's service.
LOR. SE. How so?
MUS. O God, sir! Your coming to the city, and your entertainment of men, and your sending me to watch; indeed, all the circumstances are as open to your son as to yourself.
LOR. SE. How should that be? Unless that villain Musco Have told him of the letter, and discovered All that I strictly charged him to conceal? 'tis so.
MUS. I'faith, you have hit it: 'tis so indeed.
LOR. SE. But how should he know thee to be my man?
MUS. Nay, sir, I cannot tell; unless it were by the black art? Is not your son a scholar, sir?
LOR. SE. Yes; but I hope his soul is not allied To such a devilish practice: if it were, I had just cause to weep my part in him. And curse the time of his creation. But where didst thou find them, Portensio?
MUS. Nay, sir, rather you should ask where they found me? For I'll be sworn I was going along in the street, thinking nothing, when (of a sudden) one calls, 'Signior Lorenzo's man': another, he cries 'soldier': and thus half a dozen of them, till they had got me within doors, where I no sooner came, but out flies their rapiers and all bent against my breast, they swore some two or three hundred oaths, and all to tell me I was but a dead man, if I did not confess where you were, and how I was employed, and about what; which, when they could not get out of me, (as God's my judge, they should have kill'd me first,) they lock'd me up into a room in the top of a house, where, by great miracle, (having a light heart) I slid down by a bottom of packthread into the street, and so scaped: but, master, thus much I can assure you, for I heard it while I was lock'd up: there were a great many merchants and rich citizens' wives with them at a banquet, and your son, Signior Lorenzo, has 'pointed one of them to meet anon at one Cob's house, a water-bearer's, that dwells by the wall: now there you shall be sure to take him: for fail he will not.
LOR. SE. Nor will I fail to break this match, I doubt not; Well, go thou along with master Doctor's man, And stay there for me; at one Cob's house, say'st thou? [EXIT.
MUS. Ay, sir, there you shall have him: when can you tell? Much wench, or much son: 'sblood, when he has stay'd there three or four hours, travelling with the expectation of somewhat; and at the length be delivered of nothing: oh, the sport that I should then take to look on him if I durst; but now I mean to appear no more afore him in this shape: I have another trick to act yet; oh, that I were so happy as to light upon an ounce now of this Doctor's clerk: God save you, sir.
PETO. I thank you, good sir.
MUS. I have made you stay somewhat long, sir.
PETO. Not a whit, sir, I pray you what, sir, do you mean? You have been lately in the wars, sir, it seems.
MUS. Ay, marry have I, sir.
PETO. Troth, sir, I would be glad to bestow a bottle of wine on you, if it please you to accept it.
MUS. O Lord, sir.
PETO. But to hear the manner of your services, and your devices in the wars, they say they be very strange, and not like those a man reads in the Roman histories.
MUS. O God, no, sir, why, at any time when it please you, I shall be ready to discourse to you what I know: and more too somewhat.
PETO. No better time than now, sir, we'll go to the 'Mermaid': there we shall have a cup of neat wine, I pray you, sir, let me request you.
MUS. I'll follow you, sir, he is mine own, I'faith. [EXEUNT.
ENTER BOBADILLA, LORENZO JUN., MATHEO, STEPHANO. MAT. Signior, did you ever see the like clown of him where we were to-day: Signior Prospero's brother? I think the whole earth cannot shew his like, by Jesu.
LOR. JU. We were now speaking of him, Signior Bobadillo tells me he is fallen foul of you too.
MAT. Oh ay, sir, he threatened me with the bastinado.
BOB. Ay, but I think I taught you a trick this morning for that. You shall kill him without all question, if you be so minded.
MAT. Indeed, it is a most excellent trick.
BOB. Oh, you do not give spirit enough to your motion; you are too dull, too tardy: oh, it must be done like lightning, hay!
MAT. Oh, rare.
BOB. Tut, 'tis nothing an't be not done in a --
LOR. JU. Signior, did you never play with any of our masters here?
MAT. Oh, good sir.
BOB. Nay, for a more instance of their preposterous humour, there came three or four of them to me, at a gentleman's house, where it was my chance to be resident at that time, to intreat my presence at their schools, and withal so much importuned me, that (I protest to you as I am a gentleman) I was ashamed of their rude demeanour out of all measure: well, I told them that to come to a public school they should pardon me, it was opposite to my humour, but if so they would attend me at my lodging, I protested to do them what right or favour I could, as I was a gentleman, etc.
LOR. JU. So sir, then you tried their skill.
BOB. Alas, soon tried: you shall hear, sir, within two or three days after they came, and by Jesu, good Signior, believe me, I graced them exceedingly, shewed them some two or three tricks of prevention hath got them since admirable credit, they cannot deny this; and yet now they hate me, and why? Because I am excellent, and for no other reason on the earth.
LOR. JU. This is strange and vile as ever I heard.
BOB. I will tell you, sir, upon my first coming to the city, they assaulted me some three, four, five, six of them together, as I have walk'd alone in divers places of the city; as upon the Exchange, at my lodging, and at my ordinary, where I have driven them afore me the whole length of a street, in the open view of all our gallants, pitying to hurt them, believe me; yet all this lenity will not depress their spleen; they will be doing with the pismire, raising a hill a man may spurn abroad with his foot at pleasure: by my soul, I could have slain them all, but I delight not in murder: I am loth to bear any other but a bastinado for them, and yet I hold it good policy not to go disarm'd, for though I be skilful, I may be suppressed with multitudes.
LOR. JU. Ay, by Jesu, may you, sir, and (in my conceit) our whole nation should sustain the loss by it, if it were so.
BOB. Alas, no: what's a peculiar man to a nation? not seen.
LOR. JU. Ay, but your skill, sir.
BOB. Indeed, that might be some loss, but who respects it? I will tell you, Signior, (in private) I am a gentleman, and live here obscure, and to myself; but were I known to the Duke (observe me) I would undertake (upon my head and life) for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay, three parts of his yearly charges, in holding wars generally against all his enemies; and how will I do it, think you?
LOR. JU. Nay, I know not, nor can I conceive.
BOB. Marry, thus, I would select nineteen more to myself, throughout the land, gentlemen they should be of good spirit; strong and able constitution, I would choose them by an instinct, a trick that I have, and I would teach these nineteen the special tricks, as your punto, your reverso, your stoccato, your imbroccato, your passado, your montanto, till they could all play very near or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong: we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not in their honour refuse the combat: well, we would kill them: challenge twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them; twenty more, kill them too; and thus would we kill every man his twenty a day, that's twenty score; twenty score, that's two hundred; two hundred a day, five days a thousand: forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, two hundred days kills them all, by computation, and this will I venture my life to perform: provided there be no treason practised upon us.
LOR. JU. Why, are you so sure of your hand at all times?
BOB. Tut, never mistrust, upon my soul.
LOR. JU. Mass, I would not stand in Signior Giuliano's state, then, an you meet him, for the wealth of Florence.
BOB. Why Signior, by Jesu, if he were here now, I would not draw my weapon on him, let this gentleman do his mind, but I will bastinado him (by heaven) an ever I meet him.
[ENTER GIULIANO AND GOES OUT AGAIN.
MAT. Faith, and I'll have a fling at him.
LOR. JU. Look, yonder he goes, I think.
GIU. 'Sblood, what luck have I, I cannot meet with these bragging rascals.
BOB. It's not he: is it?
LOR. JU. Yes, faith, it is he.
MAT. I'll be hang'd then if that were he.
LOR. JU. Before God, it was he: you make me swear.
STEP. Upon my salvation, it was he.
BOB. Well, had I though it had been he, he could not have gone so, but I cannot be induced to believe it was he yet.
[ENTER GIU. GIU. Oh, gallant, have I found you? draw to your tools; draw, or by God's will I'll thrash you.
BOB. Signior, hear me.
GIU. Draw your weapons then.
BOB. Signior, I never thought it till now: body of St. George, I have a warrant of the peace served on me even now, as I came along, by a water-bearer, this gentleman saw it, Signior Matheo.
GIU. The peace! 'Sblood, you will not draw?
[MATHEO RUNS AWAY. HE BEATS HIM AND DISARMS HIM.
LOR. JU. Hold, Signior, hold, under thy favour forbear.
GIU. Prate again as you like this, you whoreson cowardly rascal, you'll control the point, you? your consort he is gone; had he staid he had shared with you, in faith. [EXIT GIULIANO.
BOB. Well, gentlemen, bear witness, I was bound to the peace, by Jesu.
LOR. JU. Why, and though you were, sir, the law allows you to defend yourself; that's but a poor excuse.
BOB. I cannot tell; I never sustained the like disgrace (by heaven); sure I was struck with a planet then, for I had no power to touch my weapon. [EXIT.
LOR. JU. Ay, like enough; I have heard of many that have been beaten under a planet; go, get you to the surgeon's, 'sblood, an these be your tricks, your passados, and your montantos, I'll none of them: O God, that this age should bring forth such creatures! come, cousin.
STEP. Mass, I'll have this cloak.
LOR. JU. God's will: it's Giuliano's.
STEP. Nay, but 'tis mine now, another might have ta'en it up as well as I, I'll wear it, so I will.
LOR. JU. How an he see it? he'll challenge it, assure yourself.
STEP. Ay, but he shall not have it; I'll say I bought it.
LOR. JU. Advise you, cousin, take heed he give not you as much. [EXEUNT.
ENTER THORELLO, PROSPERO, BIANCHA, HESPERIDA.
THO. Now trust me, Prospero, you were much to blame, T' incense your brother and disturb the peace Of my poor house, for there be sentinels, That every minute watch to give alarms Of civil war, without adjection Of your assistance and occasion.
PROS. No harm done, brother, I warrant you: since there is no harm done, anger costs a man nothing: an a tall man is never his own man till he be angry, to keep his valour in obscurity, is to keep himself as it were in a cloak-bag: what's a musician unless he play? what's a tall man unless he fight? for indeed, all this my brother stands upon absolutely, and that made me fall in with him so resolutely.
BIA. Ay, but what harm might have come of it?
PROS. Might? So might the good warm clothes your husband wears be poison'd for any thing he knows, or the wholesome wine he drunk even now at the table.
THO. Now, God forbid: O me! now I remember, My wife drunk to me last; and changed the cup, And bade me wear this cursed suit to-day, See if God suffer murder undiscover'd! I feel me ill; give me some mithridate, Some mithridate and oil; good sister, fetch me, Oh, I am sick at heart: I burn, I burn; If you will save my life, go fetch it me.
PROS. Oh, strange humour, my very breath hath poison'd him.
HES. Good brother, be content, what do you mean? The strength of these extreme conceits will kill you.
BIA. Beshrew your heart-blood, brother Prospero, For putting such a toy into his head.
PROS. Is a fit simile a toy? will he be poison'd with a simile? Brother Thorello, what a strange and vain imagination is this? For shame to be wiser, on my soul there's no such matter.
THO. Am I not sick? how am I then not poison'd? Am I not poison'd? how am I then so sick?
BIA. If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick.
PROS. His jealousy is the poison he hath taken.
[ENTER MUSCO LIKE THE DOCTOR'S MAN. MUS. Signior Thorello, my master, Doctor Clement, salutes you, and desires to speak with you, with all speed possible.
THO. No time but now? Well, I'll wait upon his worship, Piso, Cob, I'll seek them out, and set them sentinels till I return. Piso, Cob, Piso [EXIT.
PROS. Musco, this is rare, but how got'est thou this apparel of the Doctor's man?
MUS. Marry sir. My youth would needs bestow the wine on me to hear some martial discourse; where I so marshall'd him, that I made him monstrous drunk, and because too much heat was the cause of his distemper, I stript him stark naked as he lay along asleep, and borrowed his suit to deliver this counterfeit message in, leaving a rusty armour and an old brown bill to watch him till my return: which shall be when I have pawn'd his apparel, and spent the money perhaps.
PROS. Well, thou art a mad knave, Musco, his absence will be a good subject for more mirth: I pray thee return to thy young master Lorenzo, and will him to meet me and Hesperida at the Friary presently: for here, tell him, the house is so stored with jealousy, that there is no room for love to stand upright in: but I'll use such means she shall come thither, and that I think will meet best with his desires: Hie thee, good Musco.
MUS. I go, sir. [EXIT.
[ENTER THORELLO, TO HIM PISO. THO. Ho, Piso, Cob, where are these villains, trow? Oh, art thou there? Piso, hark thee here: Mark what I say to thee, I must go forth; Be careful of thy promise, keep good watch, Note every gallant and observe him well, That enters in my absence to thy mistress; If she would shew him rooms, the jest is stale, Follow them, Piso, or else hang on him, And let him not go after, mark their looks; Note if she offer but to see his band, Or any other amorous toy about him, But praise his leg, or foot, or if she say, The day is hot, and bid him feel her hand, How hot it is, oh, that's a monstrous thing: Note me all this, sweet Piso; mark their sighs, And if they do but whisper, break them off, I'll bear thee out in it: wilt thou do this? Wilt thou be true, sweet Piso?
PIS. Most true, sir.
THO. Thanks, gentle Piso: where is Cob? Now: Cob? [EXIT THORELLO.
BIA. He's ever calling for Cob, I wonder how he employs Cob so.
PROS. Indeed, sister, to ask how he employs Cob is a necessary question for you that are his wife, and a thing not very easy for you to be satisfied in: but this I'll assure you, Cob's wife is an excellent bawd indeed, and oftentimes your husband haunts her house, marry, to what end I cannot altogether accuse him, imagine you what you think convenient: but I have known fair hides have foul hearts ere now, I can tell you.
BIA. Never said you truer than that, brother! Piso, fetch your cloke, and go with me, I'll after him presently: I would to Christ I could take him there, I'faith. [EXEUNT PISO AND BIANCHA.
PROS. So let them go: this may make sport anon, now, my fair sister Hesperida: ah, that you knew how happy a thing it were to be fair and beautiful!
HES. That toucheth not me, brother.
PROS. That's true: that's even the fault of it, for indeed beauty stands a woman in no stead, unless it procure her touching: but, sister, whether it touch you or no, it touches your beauties, and I am sure they willabide the touch, as they do not, a plague of all ceruse, say I! And it touches me too in part, though not in thee. Well, there's a dear and respected friend of mine, sister, stands very strongly affected towards you, and hath vowed to inflame whole bonfires of zeal in his heart, in honour of your perfections. I have already engaged my promise to bring you where you shall hear him confirm much more than I am able to lay down for him: Signior Lorenzo is the man: what say you, sister; shall I intreat so much favour of you for my friend, as to direct and attend you to his meeting? Upon my soul, he loves you extremely, approve it, sweet Hesperida, will you?
HES. Faith, I had very little confidence in mine own constancy, if I durst not meet a man: but, brother Prospero, this motion of yours savours of an old knight adventurer's servant, methinks.
PROS. What's that, sister?
HES. Marry, of the squire.
PROS. No matter, Hesperida, if it did, I would be such an one for my friend, but say, will you go?
HES. Brother, I will, and bless my happy stars.
[ENTER CLEMENT AND THORELLO. CLEM. Why, what villainy is this, my man gone on a false message, and run away when he has done, why, what trick is there in it, trow! 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5.
THO. How! Is my wife gone forth, where is she, sister!
HES. She's gone abroad with Piso.
THO. Abroad with Piso? Oh, that villain dors me, He hath discovered all unto my wife, Beast that I was to trust him: whither went she?
HES. I know not, sir.
PROS. I'll tell you, brother, whither I suspect she's gone.
THO. Whither, for God's sake!
PROS. To Cob's house, I believe: but keep my counsel.
THO. I will, I will, to Cob's house! Doth she haunt Cob's? She's gone with a purpose now to cuckold me, With that lewd rascal, who to win her favour, Hath told her all [EXIT.
CLEM. But did your mistress see my man bring him a message?
PROS. That we did, master Doctor.
CLEM. And whither went the knave?
PROS. To the tavern, I think, sir.
CLEM. What, did Thorello give him any thing to spend for the message he brought him? if he did I should commend my man's wit exceedingly if he would make himself drunk with the joy of it, farewell, lady, keep good rule, you two, I beseech you now: by God's --; marry, my man makes me laugh. [EXIT.
PROS. What a mad doctor is this! Come, sister, let's away. [EXEUNT.
[ENTER MATHEO AND BOBADILLA. MAT. I wonder, Signior, what they will say of my going away, ha?
BOB. Why, what should they say? but as of a discreet gentleman. Quick, wary, respectful of natures, Fair lineaments, and that's all.
MAT. Why so, but what can they say of your beating?
BOB. A rude part, a touch with soft wood, a kind of gross battery used, laid on strongly: borne most patiently, and that's all.
MAT. Ay, but would any man have offered it in Venice?
BOB. Tut, I assure you no? you shall have there your Nobilis, your Gentilezza, come in bravely upon your reverse, stand you close, stand you firm, stand you fair, save your retricato with his left leg, come to the assaulto with the right, thrust with brave steel, defy your base wood. But wherefore do I awake this remembrance? I was bewitch'd, by Jesu: but I will be revenged.
MAT. Do you hear, is't not best to get a warrant and have him arrested, and brought before Doctor Clement?
BOB. It were not amiss, would we had it.
[ENTER MUSCO.
MAT. Why, here comes his man, let's speak to him.
BOB. Agreed, do you speak.
MAT. God save you, sir.
MUS. With all my heart, sir.
MAT. Sir, there is one Giuliano hath abused this gentleman and me, and we determine to make our amends by law, now if you would do us the favour to procure us a warrant, for his arrest, of your master, you shall be well considered, I assure I'faith, sir.
MUS. Sir, you know my service is my living, such favours as these gotten of my master is his only preferment, and therefore you must consider me as I may make benefit of my place.
MAT. How is that?
MUS. Faith, sir, the thing is extraordinary, and the gentleman may be of great account: yet be what he will, if you will lay me down five crowns in my hand, you shall have it, otherwise not.
MAT. How shall we do, Signior? You have no money.
BOB. Not a cross,, by Jesu.
MAT. Nor I, before God, but two pence, left of my two shillings in the morning for wine and cakes, let's give him some pawn.
BOB. Pawn? we have none to the value of his demand.
MAT. O Lord, man, I'll pawn this jewel in my ear, and you may pawn your silk stockings, and pull up your boots, they will ne'er be mist.
BOB. Well, an there be no remedy, I'll step aside and put them off.
MAT. Do you hear, sir? We have no store of money at this time, but you shall have good pawns, look you, sir, this jewel and this gentleman's silk stockings, because we would have it dispatch'd ere we went to our chambers.
MUS. I am content, sir, I will get you the warrant presently. What's his name, say you, Giuliano?
MAT. Ay, ay, Giuliano.
MUS. What manner of man is he?
MAT. A tall, big man, sir; he goes in a cloak most commonly of silk russet, laid about with russet lace.
MUS. 'Tis very good, sir.
MAT. Here, sir, here's my jewel.
BOB. And here are stockings.
MUS. Well, gentlemen, I'll procure this warrant presently, and appoint you a varlet of the city to serve it, if you'll be upon the Realto anon, the varlet shall meet you there.
MAT. Very good, sir, I wish no better. [EXEUNT BOBA. AND MAT.
MUS. This is rare, now will I go pawn this cloak of the doctor's man's at the broker's for a varlet's suit, and be the varlet myself, and get either more pawns, or more money of Giuliano for my arrest. [EXIT.
ACT V
SCENE I. - ENTER LORENZO SENIOR.
LOR. SE. Oh, here it is, I am glad I have found it now. Ho! Who is within here?
[ENTER TIB. TIB. I am within, sir, what's your pleasure?
LOR. SE. To know who is within besides yourself.
TIB. Why, sir, you are no constable, I hope?
LOR. SE. Oh, fear you the constable? Then I doubt not, You have some guests within deserve that fear; I'll fetch him straight.
TIB. O' God's name, sir.
LOR. SE. Go to, tell me is not the young Lorenzo here?
TIB. Young Lorenzo, I saw none such, sir, of mine honesty.
LOR. SE. Go to, your honesty flies too lightly from you: There's no way but fetch the constable.
TIB. The constable, the man is mad, I think. [CLAPS TO THE DOOR.
[ENTER PISO AND BIANCHA. PISO. Ho, who keeps house here?
LOR. SE. Oh, this is the female copes-mate of my son. Now shall I meet him straight.
BIA. Knock, Piso, pray thee.
PIS. Ho, good wife.
TIB. Why, what's the matter with you?
BIA. Why, woman, grieves it you to ope your door? Belike you get something to keep it shut.
TIB. What mean these questions, pray ye?
BIA. So strange you make it! Is not Thorello, my tried husband, here?
LOR. SE. Her husband?
TIB. I hope he needs not be tried here.
BIA. No, dame: he doth it not for need but pleasure.
TIB. Neither for need nor pleasure is he here.
LOR. SE. This is but a device to balk me withal; Soft, who's this? [ENTER THORELLO.
BIA. Oh, sir, have I forestall'd your honest market? Found your close walks? You stand amazed now, do you? I'faith (I am glad) I have smoked you yet at last; What's your jewel, trow? In: come, let's see her; Fetch forth your housewife, dame; if she be fairer In any honest judgment than myself, I'll be content with it: but she is change, She feeds you fat; she soothes your appetite, And you are well: your wife, an honest woman, Is meat twice sod to you, sir; Oh, you treachour.
LOR. SE. She cannot counterfeit this palpably.
THO. Out on thee, more than strumpet's impudency, Steal'st thou thus to thy haunts? And have I taken Thy bawd and thee, and thy companion, This hoary-headed letcher, this old goat, Close at your villainy, and would'st thou 'scuse it, With this stale harlot's jest, accusing me? Oh, old incontinent, dost thou not shame, When all thy powers in chastity are spent, To have a mind so hot? And to entice And feed the enticements of a lustful woman?
BIA. Out, I defy thee, I, dissembling wretch?
THO. Defy me, strumpet? Ask thy pander here, Can he deny it? Or that wicked elder.
LOR. SE. Why, hear you, Signior?
THO. Tut, tut, never speak, Thy guilty conscience will discover thee.
LOR. SE. What lunacy is this that haunts this man?
[ENTER GIU. GIU. Oh, sister, did you see my cloak?
BIA. Not I, I see none.
GIU. God's life, I have lost it then, saw you Hesperida?
THO. Hesperida? Is she not at home?
GIU. No, she is gone abroad, and nobody can tell me of it at home. [EXIT.
THO. O heaven! abroad? What light! A harlot too! Why? Why? hark you, hath she, hath she not a brother? A brother's house to keep, to look unto? But she must fling abroad, my wife hath spoil'd her, She takes right after her, she does, she does, Well, you goody bawd and -- [ENTER COB. That make your husband such a hoddy-doddy; And you, young apple squire, and old cuckold-maker, I'll have you every one before the Doctor, Nay, you shall answer it, I charge you go.
LOR. SE. Marry, with all my heart, I'll go willingly: how have I wrong'd myself in coming here.
BIA. Go with thee? I'll go with thee to thy shame, I warrant thee.
COB. Why, what's the matter? what's here to do?
THO. What, Cob, art thou here? Oh, I am abused, And in thy house, was never man so wrong'd.
COB. 'Slid, in my house? who wrong'd you in my house?
THO. Marry, young lust in old, and old in young here, Thy wife's their bawd, here have I taken them.
COB. Do you hear? did I not charge you keep your doors shut here, and do you let them lie open for all comers, do you scratch? [COB BEATS HIS WIFE.
LOR. SE. Friend, have patience; if she have done wrong in this, let her answer it afore the Magistrate.
COB. Ay, come, you shall go afore the Doctor.
TIB. Nay, I will go, I'll see an you may be allowed to beat your poor wife thus at every cuckoldly knave's pleasure, the devil and the pox take you all for me: why do you not go now?
THO. A bitter quean, come, we'll have you tamed [EXEUNT.
[ENTER MUSCO ALONE. MUS. Well, of all my disguises yet, now am I most like myself, being in this varlet's suit, a man of my present profession never counterfeits till he lay hold upon a debtor, and says he rests him, for then he brings him to all manner of unrest. A kind of little kings we are, bearing the diminutive of a mace, made like a young artichoke, that always carries pepper and salt in itself, well, I know not what danger I undergo by this exploit, pray God I come well off.
[ENTER BOBADILLA AND MATHEO. MAT. See, I think yonder is the varlet.
BOB. Let's go in quest of him.
MAT. God save you, friend, are not you here by the appointment of Doctor Clement's man?
MUS. Yes, an't please you, sir; he told me two gentlemen had will'd him to procure an arrest upon one Signior Giuliano by a warrant from his master, which I have about me.
MAT. It is honestly done of you both; and see where he comes you must arrest; upon him, for God's sake, before he be 'ware.
BOB. Bear back, Matheo!
[ENTER STEPHANO.
MUS. Signior Giuliano, I arrest you, sir, in the Duke's name.
STEP. Signior Giuliano! am I Signior Giuliano? I am one Signior Stephano, I tell you, and you do not well, by God's lid, to arrest me, I tell you truly; I am not in your master's books, I would you should well know; ay, and a plague of God on you for making me afraid thus.
MUS. Why, how are you deceived, gentlemen?
BOB. He wears such a cloak, and that deceived us, But see, here a comes, officer, this is he.
[ENTER GIULIANO. GIU. Why, how now, signior gull: are you a turn'd filcher of late? come, deliver my cloak.
STEP. Your cloak, sir? I bought it even now in the market.
MUS. Signior Giuliano, I must arrest you, sir.
GIU. Arrest me, sir, at whose suit?
MUS. At these two gentlemen's.
GIU. I obey thee, varlet; but for these villains -
MUS. Keep the peace, I charge you, sir, in the Duke's name, sir.
GIU. What's the matter, varlet?
MUS. You must go before master Doctor Clement, sir, to answer what these gentlemen will object against you, hark you, sir, I will use you kindly.
MAT. We'll be even with you, sir, come, Signior Bobadilla, we'll go before and prepare the Doctor: varlet, look to him. [EXEUNT BOBADILLA AND MATHEO.
BOB. The varlet is a tall man, by Jesu.
GIU. Away, you rascals, Signior, I shall have my cloak.
STEP. Your cloak? I say once again, I bought it, and I'll keep it.
GIU. You will keep it?
STEP. Ay, that I will.
GIU. Varlet, stay, here's thy fee, arrest him.
MUS. Signior Stephano, I arrest you.
STEP. Arrest me! there, take your cloak: I'll none of it.
GIU. Nay, that shall not serve your turn, varlet, bring him away, I'll go with thee now to the Doctor's, and carry him along.
STEP. Why, is not here your cloak? what would you have?
GIU. I care not for that.
MUS. I pray you, sir.
GIU. Never talk of it; I will have him answer it.
MUS. Well, sir, then I'll leave you, I'll take this gentleman's word for his appearance, as I have done yours.
GIU. Tut, I'll have no words taken, bring him along to answer it.
MUS. Good sir, I pity the gentleman's case, here's your money again.
GIU. God's bread, tell not me of my money, bring him away, I say.
MUS. I warrant you, he will go with you of himself.
GIU. Yet more ado?
MUS. I have made a fair mash of it.
STEP. Must I go? [EXEUNT.
ENTER DOCTOR CLEMENT, THORELLO, LORENZO SENIOR, BIANCHA, PISO, TIB, A SERVANT OR TWO OF THE DOCTOR'S. CLEM. Nay, but stay, stay, give me leave; my chair, sirrah; you, Signior Lorenzo, say you went thither to meet your son.
LOR. SE. Ay, sir.
CLEM. But who directed you thither?
LOR. SE. That did my man, sir.
CLEM. Where is he?
LOR. SE. Nay, I know not now, I left him with your clerk, And appointed him to stay here for me.
CLEM. About what time was this?
LOR. SE. Marry, between one and two, as I take it.
CLEM. So, what time came my man with the message to you, Signior Thorello?
THO. After two, sir.
CLEM. Very good, but, lady, how that you were at Cob's, ha?
BIA. An't please you, sir, I'll tell you: my brother Prospero told me that Cob's house was a suspected place.
CLEM. So it appears, methinks; but on.
BIA. And that my husband used thither daily.
CLEM. No matter, so he use himself well.
BIA. True, sir, but you know what grows by such haunts oftentimes.
CLEM. Ay, rank fruits of a jealous brain, lady: but did you find your husband there in that case, as you suspected?
THO. I found her there, sir.
CLEM. Did you so? that alters the case; who gave you knowledge of your wife's being there?
THO. Marry, that did my brother Prospero.
CLEM. How, Prospero first tell her, then tell you after? Where is Prospero?
THO. Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither.
CLEM. Why, this is a mere trick, a device; you are gulled in this most grossly: alas, poor wench, wert thou beaten for this? how now, sirrah, what's the matter? [ENTER ONE OF THE DOCTOR'S MEN.
SER. Sir, there's a gentleman in the court without desires to speak with your worship.
CLEM. A gentleman? what's he?
SER. A soldier, sir, he sayeth.
CLEM. A soldier? fetch me my armour, my sword, quickly; a soldier speak with me, why, when, knaves? -- come on, come on, hold my cap there, so; give me my gorget, my sword; stand by, I will end your matters anon; let the soldier enter, now, sir, what have you to say to me?
[ENTER BOBADILLA AND MATHEO. BOB. By your worship's favour.
CLEM. May, keep out, sir, I know not your pretence, you send me word, sir, you are a soldier, why, sir, you shall be answered here, here be them have been amongst soldiers. Sir, your pleasure.
BOB. Faith, sir, so it is: this gentleman and myself have been most violently wronged by one Signior Giuliano: a gallant of the city here; and for my own part, I protest, being a man in no sort given to this filthy humour of quarrelling, he hath assaulted me in the way of my peace, despoiled me of mine honour, disarmed me of my weapons, and beaten me in the open streets: when I not so much as once offered to resist him.
CLEM. Oh, God's precious, is this the soldier? here, take my armour quickly, 'twill make him swoon, I fear; he is not fit to look on't that will put up a blow.
[ENTER SERVANT.
MAT. An't please your worship, he was bound to the peace.
CLEM. Why, an he were, sir, his hands were not bound, were they?
SER. There is one of the varlets of the city has brought two gentlemen here upon arrest, sir.
CLEM. Bid him come in, set by the picture. [ENTER MUSCO WITH GIULIANO AND STEPHANO. Now, sir, what! Signior Giuliano? is't you that are arrested at signior freshwater's suit here?
GIU. I'faith, master Doctor, and here's another brought at my suit.
CLEM. What are you, sir?
STEP. A gentleman, sir; oh, uncle?
CLEM. Uncle? who, Lorenzo?
LOR. SE. Ay, sir.
STEP. God's my witness, my uncle, I am wrong'd here monstrously; he chargeth me with stealing of his cloak, and would I might never stir, if I did not find it in the street by chance.
GIU. Oh, did you find it now? you said you bought it erewhile.
STEP. And you said I stole it, nay, now my uncle is here I care not.
CLEM. Well, let this breathe awhile; you that have cause to complain there, stand forth; had you a warrant for this arrest?
BOB. Ay, an't please your worship.
CLEM. Nay, do not speak in passion so, where had you it?
BOB. Of your clerk, sir.
CLEM. That's well, an my clerk can make warrants, and my hand not at them; where is the warrant? varlet, have you it?
MUS. No, sir, your worship's man bid me do it for these gentlemen, and he would be my discharge.
CLEM. Why, Signior Giuliano, are you such a novice to be arrested and never see the warrant?
GIU. Why, sir, he did not arrest me.
CLEM. No? how then?
GIU. Marry, sir, he came to me and said he must arrest me, and he would use me kindly, and so forth.
CLEM. Oh, God's pity, was it so, sir? he must arrest you. Give me my long sword there; help me off, so; come on sir varlet, I must cut off your legs, sirrah; nay, stand up, I'll use you kindly; I must cut off your legs, I say.
MUS. Oh, good sir, I beseech you, nay, good master Doctor. Oh, good sir.
CLEM. I must do it; there is no remedy; I must cut off your legs, sirrah. I must cut off your ears, you rascal, I must do it; I must cut off your nose, I must cut off your head.
MUS. Oh, for God's sake, good master Doctor.
CLEM. Well, rise; how dost thou now? dost thou feel thyself well? hast thou no harm?
MUS. No, I thank God, sir, and your good worship.
CLEM. Why so? I said I must cut off thy legs, and I must cut off thy arms, and I must cut off thy head; but I did not do it so: you said you must arrest this gentleman, but you did not arrest him, you knave, you slave, you rogue, do you say you must arrest, sirrah? away with him to the jail, I'll teach you a trick for your must.
MUS. Good master Doctor, I beseech you be good to me.
CLEM. Marry o'God: away with him, I say.
MUS. Nay, 'sblood, before I go to prison, I'll put on my old brazen face, and disclaim in my vocation: I'll discover, that's flat, an I be committed, it shall be for the committing of more villainies than this, hang me an I lose the least grain of my fame.
CLEM. Why? when, knave? by God's marry, I'll clap thee by the heels too.
MUS. Hold, hold, I pray you.
CLEM. What's the matter? Stay there.
MUS. Faith, sir, afore I go to this house of bondage, I have a case to unfold to your worship: which (that it may appear more plain unto your worship's view) I do thus first of all uncase, and appear in mine own proper nature, servant to this gentleman: and known by the name of Musco.
LOR. SE. Ha, Musco!
STEP. Oh, uncle, Musco has been with my cousin and I all this day.
CLEM. Did not I tell you there was some device?
MUS. Nay, good master Doctor, since I have laid myself thus open to your worship, now stand strong for me, till the progress of my tale be ended, and then if my wit do not deserve your countenance, 'slight, throw it on a dog, and let me go hang myself.
CLEM. Body of me, a merry knave, give me a bowl of sack. Signior Lorenzo, I bespeak your patience in particular, marry, your ears in general, here, knave, Doctor Clement drinks to thee.
MUS. I pledge master Doctor an't were a sea to the bottom.
CLEM. Fill his bowl for that, fill his bowl: so, now speak freely.
MUS. Indeed, this is it will make a man speak freely. But to the point, know then that I, Musco, (being somewhat more trusted of my master than reason required, and knowing his intent to Florence,) did assume the habit of a poor soldier in wants, and minding by some means to intercept his journey in the midway, 'twixt the grange and the city, I encountered him, where begging of him in the most accomplished and true garb, (as they term it) contrary to all expectation, he reclaimed me from that bad course of life; entertained me into his service, employed me in his business, possest me with his secrets, which I no sooner had received, but (seeking my young master, and finding him at this gentleman's house) I revealed all most amply: this done, by the device of Signior Prospero and him together, I returned (as the raven did to the ark) to mine old master again, told him he should find his son in what manner he knows, at one Cob's house, where indeed he never meant to come; now my master, he to maintain the jest, went thither, and left me with your worship's clerk, who, being of a most fine supple disposition, (as most of your clerks are) proffers me the wine, which I had the grace to accept very easily, and to the tavern we went: there after much ceremony, I made him drunk in kindness, stript him to his shirt, and leaving him in that cool vein, departed, frolick, courtier-like, having obtained a suit: which suit fitting me exceedingly well, I put on, and usurping your man's phrase and action, carried a message to Signior Thorello in your name; which message was merely devised but to procure his absence, while Signior Prospero might make a conveyance of Hesperida to my master.
CLEM. Stay, fill me the bowl again, here; 'twere pity of his life would not cherish such a spirit: I drink to thee, fill him wine, why, now do you perceive the trick of it?
THO. Ay, ay, perceive well we were all abused.
LOR. SE. Well, what remedy?
CLEM. Where is Lorenzo and Prospero, canst thou tell?
MUS. Ay, sir, they are at supper at the Mermaid, where I left your man.
CLEM. Sirrah, go warn them hither presently before me, and if the hour of your fellow's resurrection be come, bring him too. But forward, forward, when thou has been at Thorello's. [EXIT SERVANT.
MUS. Marry, sir, coming along the street, these two gentlemen meet me, and very strongly supposing me to be your worship's scribe, entreated me to procure them a warrant for the arrest of Signior Giuliano, I promised them, upon some pair of silk stockings or a jewel, or so, to do it, and to get a varlet of the city to serve it, which varlet I appointed should meet them upon the Realto at such an hour, they no sooner gone, but I, in a mere hope of more gain by Signior Giuliano, went to one of Satan's old ingles, a broker, and there pawned your man's livery for a varlet's suit, which here, with myself, I offer unto your worship's consideration.
CLEM. Well, give me thy hand; Proh. Superi ingenium magnum quis noscit Homerum. Illias oeternum si latuisset opus? I admire thee, I honour thee, and if thy master or any man here be angry with thee, I shall suspect his wit while I know him for it: do you hear, Signior Thorello, Signior Lorenzo, and the rest of my good friends, I pray you let me have peace when they come, I have sent for the two gallants and Hesperida, God's marry, I must have you, friends, but now? what noise is there?
[ENTER SERVANT, THEN PETO. SER. Sir, it is Peto is come home.
CLEM. Peto, bring him hither, bring him hither, what, how now, signior drunkard, in arms against me, ha? your reason, your reason for this.
PET. I beseech your worship to pardon me.
CLEM. Well, sirrah, tell him I do pardon him.
PET. Truly, sir, I did happen into bad company by chance, and they cast me in a sleep and stript me of all my clothes.
CLEM. Tut, this is not to the purpose touching your armour, what might your armour signify?
PET. Marry, sir, it hung in the room where they stript me, and I borrowed it of one of the drawers, now in the evening, to come home in, because I was loth to come through the street in my shirt.
[ENTER LORENZO JUNIOR, PROSPERO, HESPERIDA.
CLEM. Well, disarm him, but it's no matter, let him stand by: who be these? oh, young gallants; welcome, welcome, and you, lady, nay, never scatter such amazed looks amongst us, Qui nil potest sperare desperet nihil.
PROS. Faith, master Doctor, that's even I, my hopes are small, and my despair shall be as little. Brother, sister, brother, what, cloudy, cloudy? "and will no sunshine on these looks appear?" Well, since there is such a tempest toward, I'll be the porpoise, I'll dance: wench, be of good cheer, thou hast a cloak for the rain yet, where is he? 'Sheart, how now, the picture of the prodigal, go to, I'll have the calf drest for you at my charges.
LOR. SE. Well, son Lorenzo, this day's work of yours hath much deceived my hopes, troubled my peace, and stretch'd my patience further than became the spirit of duty.
CLEM. Nay, God's pity, Signior Lorenzo, you shall urge it no more: come, since you are here, I'll have the disposing of all, but first, Signior Giuliano, at my request take your cloak again.
GIU. Well, sir, I am content.
CLEM. Stay, now let me see, oh signior snow-liver, I had almost forgotten him, and your Genius there, what, doth he suffer for a good conscience too? doth he bear his cross with patience?
MUS. Nay, they have scarce one cross between them both to bear.
CLEM. Why, dost thou know him? what is he? what is he?
MUS. Marry, search his pocket, sir, and he'll shew you he is an author, sir.
CLEM. Dic mihi musa virum: are you an author, sir? give me leave a little, come on, sir, I'll make verses with you now in honour of the gods and the goddesses for what you dare extempore; and now I begin. "Mount thee my Phlegon muse, and testify, How Saturn sitting in an ebon cloud, Disrobed his podex, white as ivory, And through the welkin thunder'd all aloud." There's for you, sir.
PROS. Oh, he writes not in that height of style.
CLEM. No: we'll come a step or two lower then. "From Catadupa and the banks of Nile, Where only breeds your monstrous crocodile, Now are we purposed for to fetch our style."
PROS. Oh, too far-fetch'd for him still, master Doctor.
CLEM. Ay, say you so? let's intreat a sight of his vein then.
PROS. Signior, master Doctor desires to see a sight of your vein, nay you must not deny him.
CLEM. What, all this verse, body of me, he carries a whole realm; a commonwealth of paper in his hose, let's see some of his subjects. "Unto the boundless ocean of thy beauty, Runs this poor river, charg'd with streams of zeal, Returning thee the tribute of my duty: Which here my youth, my plaints, my love reveal." Good! is this your own invention?
MAT. No, sir, I translated that out of a book, called 'Delia'.
CLEM. Oh, but I would see some of your own, some of your own.
MAT. Sir, here's the beginning of a sonnet I made to my mistress.
CLEM. That, that: who? to Madonna Hesperida, is she your mistress?
PROS. It pleaseth him to call her so, sir.
CLEM. "In summer time, when Phoebus' golden rays". You translated this too, did you not?
PROS. No, this is invention; he found it in a ballad.
MAT. Faith sir, I had most of the conceit of it out of a ballad indeed.
CLEM. Conceit, fetch me a couple of torches, sirrah, I may see the conceit: quickly! it's very dark!
GIU. Call you this poetry?
LOR. JU. Poetry? nay, then call blasphemy, religion; Call devils, angels; and sin, piety: Let all things be preposterously transchanged.
LOR. SE. Why, how now, son! what are you startled now? Hath the brize prick'd you, ha? go to; you see How abjectly your poetry is rank'd in general opinion.
LOR. JU. Opinion, O God, let gross opinion sink and be damn'd As deep as Barathrum, If it may stand with your most wish'd content, I can refell opinion and approve The state of poesy, such as it is, Blessed, eternal, and most true divine: Indeed, if you will look on Poesy As she appears in many, poor and lame, Patch'd up in remnants and old worn rags, Half starved for want of her peculiar food: Sacred invention, then I must confirm Both your conceit and censure of her merit, But view her in her glorious ornaments, Attired in the majesty of art, Set high in spirit, with the precious taste Of sweet philosophy, and which is most, Crown'd with the rich traditions of a soul That hates to have her dignity profaned With any relish of an earthly thought: Oh, then how proud a presence doth she bear. Then is she like herself, fit to be seen Of none but grave and consecrated eyes: Nor is it any blemish to her fame, That such lean, ignorant, and blasted wits, Such brainless gulls, should utter their stol'n wares With such applauses in our vulgar ears: Or that their slubber'd lines have current pass >From the fat judgments of the multitude, But that this barren and infected age Should set no difference 'twixt these empty spirits And a true poet: than which reverend name Nothing can more adorn humanity.
[ENTER WITH TORCHES. CLEM. Ay, Lorenzo, but election is now governed altogether by the influence of humour, which, instead of those holy flames that should direct and light the soul to eternity, hurls forth nothing but smoke and congested vapours, that stifle her up, and bereave her of all sight and motion. But she must have a store of hellebore given her to purge these gross obstructions: oh, that's well said, give me thy torch, come, lay this stuff together. So, give fire! there, see, see, how our poet's glory shines brighter and brighter, still, still it increaseth, oh, now it's at the highest, and now it declines as fast: you may see, gallants, "sic transit gloria mundi". Well now, my two signior outsides, stand forth, and lend me your large ears, to a sentence, to a sentence: first, you, Signior, shall this night to the cage, and so shall you, sir, from thence to-morrow morning, you, Signior, shall be carried to the market cross, and be there bound: and so shall you, sir, in a large motley coat, with a rod at your girdle; and you in an old suit of sackcloth, and the ashes of your papers (save the ashes, sirrah) shall mourn all day, and at night both together sing some ballad of repentance very piteously, which you shall make to the tune of "Who list to lead and a soldier's life". Sirrah bill-man, embrace you this torch, and light the gentlemen to their lodgings, and because we tender their safety, you shall watch them to-night, you are provided for the purpose, away, and look to your charge with an open eye, sirrah.
BOB. Well, I am arm'd in soul against the worst of fortune.
MAT. Faith, so should I be, an I had slept on it.
PET. I am arm'd too, but I am not like to sleep on it.
MUS. Oh, how this pleaseth me. [EXEUNT.
CLEM. Now, Signior Thorello, Giuliano, Prospero, Biancha.
STEP. And not me, sir.
CLEM. Yes, and you, sir: I had lost a sheep an he had not bleated, I must have you all friends: but first a word with you, young gallant, and you, lady.
GIU. Well, brother Prospero, by this good light that shines here, I am loth to kindle fresh coals, but an you had come in my walk within these two hours I had given you that you should not have clawed off again in haste, by Jesus, I had done it, I am the arrant'st rogue that ever breathed else, but now beshrew my heart if I bear you any malice in the earth.
PROS. Faith, I did it but to hold up a jest, and help my sister to a husband, but, brother Thorello, and sister, you have a spice of the jealous yet, both of you, (in your hose, I mean,) come, do not dwell upon your anger so much, let's all be smooth foreheaded once again.
THOR. He plays upon my forehead, brother Giuliano, I pray you tell me one thing I shall ask you: is my forehead any thing rougher than it was wont to be?
GIU. Rougher? your forehead is smooth enough, man.
THO. Why should he then say, be smooth foreheaded, Unless he jested at the smoothness of it? And that may be, for horn is very sooth; So are my brows, by Jesu, smooth as horn!
BIA. Brother, had he no haunt thither, in good faith?
PROS. No, upon my soul.
BIA. Nay, then, sweet-heart: nay, I pray thee, be not angry, god faith, I'll never suspect thee any more, nay, kiss me, sweet muss.
THO. Tell me, Biancha, do not you play the woman with me.
BIA. What's that, sweet-heart?
THO. Dissemble.
BIA. Dissemble?
THO. Nay, do not turn away: but say i'faith was it not a match appointed 'twixt this old gentleman and you?
BIA. A match?
THO. Nay, if it were not, I do not care: do not weep, I pray thee, sweet Biancha, nay, so now! by Jesus, I am not jealous, but resolved I have the faithful'st wife in Italy. "For this I find, where jealousy is fed, Horns in the mind are worse than on the head. See what a drove of horns fly in the air, Wing'd with my cleansed and my credulous breath: Watch them, suspicious eyes, watch where they fall, See, see, on heads that think they have none at all. Oh, what a plenteous world of this will come, When air rains horns, all men be sure of some:
CLEM. Why that's well, come then: what say you, are all agreed? doth none stand out?
PROS. None but this gentleman: to whom in my own person I owe all duty and affection; but most seriously intreat pardon, for whatsoever hath past in these occurrants that might be contrary to his most desired content.
LOR. SE. Faith sir, it is a virtue that pursues Any save rude and uncomposed spirits, To make a fair construction, and indeed Not to stand off, when such respective means Invite a general content in all.
CLEM. Well, then I conjure you all here to put off all discontentment, first, you Signior Lorenze, your cares; you, and you, your jealousy; you, our anger, and you, your wit, sir; and for a peace-offering, here's one willing to be sacrificed upon this altar: say, do you approve my motion?
PROS. We do, I'll be mouth for all.
CLEM. Why, then I wish them all joy, and now, to make our evening happiness more full: this night you shall be all my guests: where we'll enjoy the very spirit of mirth, and carouse to the health of this heroic spirit, whom to honour the more I do invest in my own robes, desiring you two, Giuliano and Prospero, to be his supporters, the train to follow, myself will lead, ushered by my page here with this honourable verse -- "Claudite jam rivos pueri sat prata biberunt".
GLOSSARY
ABATE, cast down, subdue ABHORRING, repugnant (to), at variance ABJECT, base, degraded thing, outcast ABRASE, smooth, blank ABSOLUTE(LY), faultless(ly) ABSTRACTED, abstract, abstruse ABUSE, deceive, insult, dishonour, make ill use of ACATER, caterer ACATES, cates ACCEPTIVE, willing, ready to accept, receive ACCOMMODATE, fit, befitting. (The word was a fashionable one and used on all occasions. See "Henry IV.," pt. 2, iii.4) ACCOST, draw near, approach ACKNOWN, confessedly acquainted with ACME, full maturity ADALANTADO, lord deputy or governor of a Spanish province ADJECTION, addition ADMIRATION, astonishment ADMIRE, wonder, wonder at ADROP, philosopher's stone, or substance from which obtained ADSCRIVE, subscribe ADULTERATE, spurious, counterfeit ADVANCE, life ADVERTISE, inform, give intelligence ADVERTISED, "be --," be it known to you ADVERTISEMENT, intelligence ADVISE, consider, bethink oneself, deliberate ADVISED, informed, aware; "are you --?" have you found that out? AFFECT, love, like; aim at; move AFFECTED, disposed; beloved AFFECTIONATE, obstinate; prejudiced AFFECTS, affections AFFRONT, "give the -- ," face AFFY, have confidence in; betroth AFTER, after the manner of AGAIN, AGAINST, in anticipation of AGGRAVATE, increase, magnify, enlarge upon AGNOMINATION. See Paranomasie AIERY, nest, brood AIM, guess ALL HID, children's cry at hide-and-seek ALL-TO, completely, entirely ("all-to-be-laden") ALLOWANCE, approbation, recognition ALMA-CANTARAS (astron.), parallels of altitude ALMAIN, name of a dance ALMUTEN, planet of chief influence in the horoscope ALONE, unequalled, without peer ALUDELS, subliming pots AMAZED, confused, perplexed AMBER, AMBRE, ambergris AMBREE, MARY, a woman noted for her valour at the siege of Ghent, 1458 AMES-ACE, lowest throw at dice AMPHIBOLIES, ambiguities AMUSED, bewildered, amazed AN, if ANATOMY, skeleton, or dissected body ANDIRONS, fire-dogs ANGEL, gold coin worth 10s., stamped with the figure of the archangel Michael ANNESH CLEARE, spring known as Agnes le Clare ANSWER, return hit in fencing ANTIC, ANTIQUE, clown, buffoon ANTIC, like a buffoon ANTIPERISTASIS, an opposition which enhances the quality it opposes APOZEM, decoction AFFERIL, peril APPLE-JOHN, APPLE-SQUIRE, pimp, pander APPLY, attach APPREHEND, take into custody APPREHENSIVE, quick of perception; able to perceive and appreciate APPROVE, prove, confirm APT, suit, adapt; train, prepare; dispose, incline APT(LY), suitable(y), opportune(ly) APTITUDE, suitableness ARBOR, "make the --," cut up the game (Gifford) ARCHES, Court of Arches ARCHIE, Archibald Armstrong, jester to James I. and Charles I. ARGAILE, argol, crust or sediment in wine casks ARGENT-VIVE, quicksilver ARGUMENT, plot of a drama; theme, subject; matter in question; token, proof ARRIDE, please ARSEDINE, mixture of copper and zinc, used as an imitation of gold-leaf ARTHUR, PRINCE, reference to an archery show by a society who assumed arms, etc., of Arthur's knights ARTICLE, item ARTIFICIALLY, artfully ASCENSION, evaporation, distillation ASPIRE, try to reach, obtain, long for ASSALTO (Ital.), assault ASSAY, draw a knife along the belly of the deer, a ceremony of the hunting-field ASSOIL, solve ASSURE, secure possession or reversion of ATHANOR, a digesting furnace, calculated to keep up a constant heat ATONE, reconcile ATTACH, attack, seize AUDACIOUS, having spirit and confidence AUTHENTIC(AL), of authority, authorised, trustworthy, genuine AVISEMENT, reflection, consideration AVOID, begone! get rid of AWAY WITH, endure AZOCH, Mercurius Philosophorum
BABION, baboon BABY, doll BACK-SIDE, back premises BAFFLE, treat with contempt BAGATINE, Italian coin, worth about the third of a farthing BALARD, horse of magic powers known to old romance BALDRICK, belt worn across the breast to support bugle, etc. BALE (of dice), pair BALK, overlook, pass by, avoid BALLACE, ballast BALLOO, game at ball BALNEUM (BAIN MARIE), a vessel for holding hot water in which other vessels are stood for heating BANBURY, "brother of __," Puritan BANDOG, dog tied or chained up BANE, woe, ruin BANQUET, a light repast; dessert BARB, to clip gold BARBEL, fresh-water fish BARE, meer; bareheaded; it was "a particular mark of state and grandeur for the coachman to be uncovered" (Gifford) BARLEY-GREAK, game somewhat similar to base BASE, game of prisoner's base BASES, richly embroidered skirt reaching to the knees, or lower BASILISK, fabulous reptile, believed to slay with its eye BASKET, used for the broken provision collected for prisoners BASON, basons, etc., were beaten by the attendant mob when bad characters were "carted" BATE, be reduced; abate, reduce BATOON, baton, stick BATTEN, feed, grow fat BAWSON, badger BEADSMAN, PRAYER-MAN, one engaged to pray for another BEAGLE, small hound; fig. spy BEAR IN HAND, keep in suspense, deceive with false hopes BEARWARD, bear leader BEDPHERE See Phere BEDSTAFF, (?) wooden pin in the side of the bedstead for supporting the bedclothes (Johnson); one of the sticks of "laths"; a stick used in making a bed BEETLE, heavy mallet BEG, "I'd -- him," the custody of minors and idiots was begged for; likewise property fallen forfeit to the Crown ("your house had been begged") BELL-MAN, night watchman BENJAMIN, an aromatic gum BERLINA, pillory BESCUMBER, defile BESLAVE, beslabber BESOGNO, beggar BESPAWLE, bespatter BETHLEHEM GABOR, Transylvanian hero, proclaimed King of Hungary BEVER, drinking BEVIS, SIR, knight of romance whose horse was equally celebrated BEWAY, reveal, make known BEZANT, heraldic term: small gold circle BEZOAR'S STONE, a remedy known by this name was a supposed antidote to poison BID-STAND, highwayman BIGGIN, cap, similar to that worn by the Beguines; nightcap BILIVE (belive), with haste BILE, nothing, empty talk BILL, kind of pike BILLET, wood cut for fuel, stick BIRDING, thieving BLACK SANCTUS, burlesque hymn, any unholy riot BLANK, originally a small French coin BLANK, white BLANKET, toss in a blanket BLAZE, outburst of violence BLAZE, (her.) blazon; publish abroad BLAZON, armorial bearings; fig. all that pertains to good birth and breeding BLIN, "withouten --," without ceasing BLOW, puff up BLUE, colour of servants' livery, hence "-- order," "-- waiters" BLUSHET, blushing one BOB, jest, taunt BOB, beat, thump BODGE, measure BODKIN, dagger, or other short, pointed weapon; long pin with which the women fastened up their hair BOLT, roll (of material) BOLT, dislodge, rout out; sift (boulting-tub) BOLT'S-HEAD, long, straight-necked vessel for distillation. BOMBARD SLOPS, padded, puffed-out breeches BONA ROBA, "good, wholesome, plum-cheeked wench" (Johnson) -- not always used in compliment BONNY-CLABBER, sour butter-milk BOOKHOLDER, prompter BOOT, "to --," into the bargain; "no --," of no avail BORACHIO, bottle made of skin BORDELLO, brothel BORNE IT, conducted, carried it through BOTTLE (of han), bundle, truss BOTTOM, skein or ball of thread; vessel BOURD, jest BOVOLI, snails or cockles dressed in the Italian manner (Gifford) BOW-POT, flower vase or pot BOYE, "terrible --," "angry --," roystering young bucks. (See Nares) BRABBLES (BRABBLESH), brawls BRACH, bitch BRADAMANTE, a heroine in 'Orlando Furioso' BRADLEY, ARTHUR OF, a lively character commemorated in ballads BRAKE, frame for confining a norse's feet while being shod, or strong curb or bridle; trap BRANCHED, with "detached sleeve ornaments, projecting from the shoulders of the gown" (Gifford) BRANDISH, flourish of weapon BRASH, brace BRAVE, bravado, braggart speech BRAVE (adv.), gaily, finely (apparelled) BRAVERIES, gallants BRAVERY, extravagant gaiety of apparel BRAVO, bravado, swaggerer BRAZEN-HEAD, speaking head made by Roger Bacon BREATHE, pause for relaxation; exercise BREATH UPON, speak dispraisingly of BREND, burn BRIDE-ALE, wedding feast BRIEF, abstract; (mus.) breve BRISK, smartly dressed BRIZE, breese, gadfly BROAD-SEAL, state seal BROCK, badger (term of contempt) BROKE, transact business as a broker BROOK, endure, put up with BROUGHTON, HUGH, an English divine and Hebrew scholar BRUIT, rumour BUCK, wash BUCKLE, bend BUFF, leather made of buffalo skin, used for military and serjeants' coats, etc. BUFO, black tincture BUGLE, long-shaped bead BULLED, (?) boiled, swelled BULLIONS, trunk hose BULLY, term of familiar endearment BUNGY, Friar Bungay, who had a familiar in the shape of a dog BURDEN, refrain, chorus BURGONET, closely-fitting helmet with visor BURGULLION, braggadocio BURN, mark wooden measures (" --ing of cans") BURROUGH, pledge, security BUSKIN, half-boot, foot gear reaching high up the leg BUTT-SHAFT, barbless arrow for shooting at butts BUTTER, NATHANIEL. ("Staple of News"), a compiler of general news. (See Cunningham) BUTTERY-HATCH, half-door shutting off the buttery, where provisions and liquors were stored BUY, "he bought me," formerly the guardianship of wards could be bought BUZ, exclamation to enjoin silence BUZZARD, simpleton BY AND BY, at once BY(E), "on the __," incidentally, as of minor or secondary importance; at the side BY-CHOP, by-blow, bastard
CADUCEUS, Mercury's wand CALIVER, light kind of musket CALLET, woman of ill repute CALLOT, coif worn on the wigs of our judges or serjeants-at-law (Gifford) CALVERED, crimped, or sliced and pickled. (See Nares) CAMOUCCIO, wretch, knave CAMUSED, flat CAN, knows CANDLE-RENT, rent from house property CANDLE-WASTER, one who studies late CANTER, sturdy beggar CAP OF MAINTENCE, an insignia of dignity, a cap of state borne before kings at their coronation; also an heraldic term CAPABLE, able to comprehend, fit to receive instruction, impression CAPANEUS, one of the "Seven against Thebes" CARACT, carat, unit of weight for precious stones, etc.; value, worth CARANZA, Spanish author of a book on duelling CARCANET, jewelled ornament for the neck CARE, take care; object CAROSH, coach, carriage CARPET, table-cover CARRIAGE, bearing, behaviour CARWHITCHET, quip, pun CASAMATE, casemate, fortress CASE, a pair CASE, "in --," in condition CASSOCK, soldier's loose overcoat CAST, flight of hawks, couple CAST, throw dice; vomit; forecast, calculate CAST, cashiered CASTING-GLASS, bottle for sprinkling perfume CASTRIL, kestrel, falcon CAT, structure used in sieges CATAMITE, old form of "ganymede" CATASTROPHE, conclusion CATCHPOLE, sheriff's officer CATES, dainties, provisions CATSO, rogue, cheat CAUTELOUS, crafty, artful CENSURE, criticism; sentence CENSURE, criticise; pass sentence, doom CERUSE, cosmetic containing white lead CESS, assess CHANGE, "hunt --," follow a fresh scent CHAPMAN, retail dealer CHARACTER, handwriting CHARGE, expense CHARM, subdue with magic, lay a spell on, silence CHARMING, exercising magic power CHARTEL, challenge CHEAP, bargain, market CHEAR, CHEER, comfort, encouragement; food, entertainment CHECK AT, aim reproof at CHEQUIN, gold Italian coin CHEVEIL, from kidskin, which is elastic and pliable CHIAUS, Turkish envoy; used for a cheat, swindler CHILDERMASS DAY, Innocents' Day CHOKE-BAIL, action which does not allow of bail CHRYSOPOEIA, alchemy CHRYSOSPERM, ways of producing gold CIBATION, adding fresh substances to supply the waste of evaporation CIMICI, bugs CINOPER, cinnabar CIOPPINI, chopine, lady's high shoe CIRCLING BOY, "a species of roarer; one who in some way drew a man into a snare, to cheat or rob him" (Nares) CIRCUMSTANCE, circumlocution, beating about the bush; ceremony, everything pertaining to a certain condition; detail, particular CITRONISE, turn citron colour CITTERN, kind of guitar CITY-WIRES, woman of fashion, who made use of wires for hair and dress CIVIL, legal CLAP, clack, chatter CLAPPER-DUDGEON, downright beggar CLAPS HIS DISH, a clap, or clack, dish (dish with a movable lid) was carried by beggars and lepers to show that the vessel was empty, and to give sound of their approach CLARIDIANA, heroine of an old romance CLARISSIMO, Venetian noble CLEM, starve CLICKET, latch CLIM O' THE CLOUGHS, etc., wordy heroes of romance CLIMATE, country CLOSE, secret, private; secretive CLOSENESS, secrecy CLOTH, arras, hangings CLOUT, mark shot at, bull's eye CLOWN, countryman, clodhopper COACH-LEAVES, folding blinds COALS, "bear no --," submit to no affront COAT-ARMOUR, coat of arms COAT-CARD, court-card COB-HERRING, HERRING-COB, a young herring COB-SWAN, male swan COCK-A-HOOP, denoting unstinted jollity; thought to be derived from turning on the tap that all might drink to the full of the flowing liquor COCKATRICE, reptile supposed to be produced from a cock's egg and to kill by its eye -- used as a term of reproach for a woman COCK-BRAINED, giddy, wild COCKER, pamper COCKSCOMB, fool's cap COCKSTONE, stone said to be found in a cock's gizzard, and to possess particular virtues CODLING, softening by boiling COFFIN, raised crust of a pie COG, cheat, wheedle COIL, turmoil, confusion, ado COKELY, master of a puppet-show (Whalley) COKES, fool, gull COLD-CONCEITED, having cold opinion of, coldly affected towards COLE-HARBOUR, a retreat for people of all sorts COLLECTION, composure; deduction COLLOP, small slice, piece of flesh COLLY, blacken COLOUR, pretext COLOURS, "fear no --," no enemy (quibble) COLSTAFF, cowlstaff, pole for carrying a cowl=tub COME ABOUT, charge, turn round COMFORTABLE BREAD, spiced gingerbread COMING, forward, ready to respond, complaisant COMMENT, commentary; "sometime it is taken for a lie or fayned tale" (Bullokar, 1616)
COMMODITY, "current for --," allusion to practice of money-lenders, who forced the borrower to take part of the loan in the shape of worthless goods on which the latter had to make money if he could COMMUNICATE, share COMPASS, "in --," within the range, sphere COMPLEMENT, completion, completement; anything required for the perfecting or carrying out of a person or affair; accomplishment COMPLEXION, natural disposition, constitution COMPLIMENT, See Complement COMPLIMENTARIES, masters of accomplishments COMPOSITION, constitution; agreement, contract COMPOSURE, composition COMPTER, COUNTER, debtors' prison CONCEALMENT, a certain amount of church property had been retained at the dissolution of the monasteries; Elizabeth sent commissioners to search it out, and the courtiers begged for it CONCEIT, idea, fancy, witty invention, conception, opinion CONCEIT, apprehend CONCEITED, fancifully, ingeniously devised or conceived; possessed of intelligence, witty, ingenious (hence well conceited, etc.); disposed to joke; of opinion, possessed of an idea CONCEIVE, understand CONCENT, harmony, agreement CONCLUDE, infer, prove CONCOCT, assimilate, digest CONDEN'T, probably conducted CONDUCT, escort, conductor CONEY-CATCH, cheat CONFECT, sweetmeat CONFER, compare CONGIES, bows CONNIVE, give a look, wink, of secret intelligence CONSORT, company, concert CONSTANCY, fidelity, ardour, persistence CONSTANT, confirmed, persistent, faithful CONSTANTLY, firmly, persistently CONTEND, strive CONTINENT, holding together CONTROL (the point), bear or beat down CONVENT, assembly, meeting CONVERT, turn (oneself) CONVEY, transmit from one to another CONVINCE, evince, prove; overcome, overpower; convict COP, head, top; tuft on head of birds; "a cop" may have reference to one or other meaning; Gifford and others interpret as "conical, terminating in a point" COPE-MAN, chapman COPESMATE, companion CORV (Lat. Copia), abundance, copiousness CORN ("powder - "), grain COROLLARY, finishing part or touch CORSIVE, corrosive CORTINE, curtain, (arch.) wall between two towers, etc. CORYAT, famous for his travels, published as 'Coryat's Crudities' COSSET, pet lamb, pet COSTARD, head COSTARD-MONGER, apple-seller, coster-monger COSTS, ribs COTE, hut COTHURNAL, from "cothurnus," a particular boot worn by actors in Greek tragedy COTQUEAN, hussy COUNSEL, secret COUNTENANCE, means necessary for support; credit, standing COUNTER. See Compter COUNTER, pieces of metal or ivory for calculating at play COUNTER, "hunt --," follow scent in reverse direction COUNTERFEIT, false coin COUNTERPANE, one part or counterpart of a deed or indenture COUNTERPOINT, opposite, contrary point COURT-DISH, a kind of drinking-cup (Halliwell); N.E.D. quotes from Bp. Goodman's 'Court of James I.: "The king...caused his carver to cut him out a court-dish, that is, something of every dish, which he sent him as part of his reversion," but this does not sound like short allowance or small receptacle COURT-DOR, fool COURTEAU, curtal, small horse with docked tail COURTSHIP, courtliness COVETISE, avarice COWSHARD, cow dung COXCOMB, fool's cap, fool COY, shrink; disdain COYSTREL, low varlet COZEN, cheat CRACK, lively young rogue, wag CRACK, crack up, boast; come to grief CRAMBE, game of crambo, in which the players find rhymes for a given word CRANCH, craunch CRANTON, spider-like; also fairy appellation for a fly (Gifford, who refers to lines in Drayton's "Nimphidia") CRIMP, game at cards CRINCLE, draw back, turn aside CRISPED, with curled or waved hair CROP, gather, reap CROPSHIRE, a kind of herring. (See N.E.D.) CROSS, any piece of money, many coins being stamped with a cross CROSS AND FILE, heads and tails CROSSLET, crucible CROWD, fiddle CRUDITIES, undigested matter CRUMP, curl up CRUSADO, Portuguese gold coin, marked with a cross CRY ("he that cried Italian):, "speak in a musical cadence," intone, or declaim(?); cry up CUCKING-STOOL, used for the ducking of scolds, etc. CUCURBITE, a gourd-shaped vessel used for distillation CUERPO, "in --," in undress CULLICE, broth CULLION, base fellow, coward CULLISEN, badge worn on their arm by servants CULVERIN, kind of cannon CUNNING, skill CUNNING, skilful CUNNING-MAN, fortune-teller CURE, care for CURIOUS(LY), scrupulous, particular; elaborate, elegant(ly), dainty(ly) (hence "in curious") CURST, shrewish, mischievous CURTAL, dog with docked tail, of inferior sort CUSTARD, "quaking --," " -- politic," reference to a large custard which formed part of a city feast and afforded huge entertainment, for the fool jumped into it, and other like tricks were played. (See "All's Well, etc." ii. 5, 40) CUTWORK, embroidery, open-work CYPRES (CYPRUS) (quibble), cypress (or cyprus) being a transparent material, and when black used for mourning
DAGGER (" -- frumety"), name of tavern DARGISON, apparently some person known in ballad or tale DAUPHIN MY BOY, refrain of old comic song DAW, daunt DEAD LIFT, desperate emergency DEAR, applied to that which in any way touches us nearly DECLINE, turn off from; turn away, aside DEFALK, deduct, abate DEFEND, forbid DEGENEROUS, degenerate DEGREES, steps DELATE, accuse DEMI-CULVERIN, cannon carrying a ball of about ten pounds DENIER, the smallest possible coin, being the twelfth part of a sou DEPART, part with DEPENDANCE, ground of quarrel in duello language DESERT, reward DESIGNMENT, design DESPERATE, rash, reckless DETECT, allow to be detected, betray, inform against DETERMINE, terminate DETRACT, draw back, refuse DEVICE, masque, show; a thing moved by wires, etc., puppet DEVISE, exact in every particular DEVISED, invented DIAPASM, powdered aromatic herbs, made into balls of perfumed paste. (See Pomander) DIBBLE, (?) moustache (N.E.D.); (?) dagger (Cunningham) DIFFUSED, disordered, scattered, irregular DIGHT, dressed DILDO, refrain of popular songs; vague term of low meaning DIMBLE, dingle, ravine DIMENSUM, stated allowance DISBASE, debase DISCERN, distinguish, show a difference between DISCHARGE, settle for DISCIPLINE, reformation; ecclesiastical system DISCLAIM, renounce all part in DISCOURSE, process of reasoning, reasoning faculty DISCOURTSHIP, discourtesy DISCOVER, betray, reveal; display DISFAVOUR, disfigure DISPARGEMENT, legal term supplied to the unfitness in any way of a marriage arranged for in the case of wards DISPENSE WITH, grant dispensation for DISPLAY, extend DIS'PLE, discipline, teach by the whip DISPOSED, inclined to merriment DISPOSURE, disposal DISPRISE, depreciate DISPUNCT, not punctilious DISQUISITION, search DISSOLVED, enervated by grief DISTANCE, (?) proper measure DISTASTE, offence, cause of offence DISTASTE, render distasteful DISTEMPERED, upset, out of humour DIVISION (mus.), variation, modulation DOG-BOLT, term of contempt DOLE, given in dole, charity DOLE OF FACES, distribution of grimaces DOOM, verdict, sentence DOP, dip, low bow DOR, beetle, buzzing insect, drone, idler DOR, (?) buzz; "give the --," make a fool of DOSSER, pannier, basket DOTES, endowments, qualities DOTTEREL, plover; gull, fool DOUBLE, behave deceitfully DOXY, wench, mistress DRACHM, Greek silver coin DRESS, groom, curry DRESSING, coiffure DRIFT, intention DRYFOOT, track by mere scent of foot DUCKING, punishment for minor offences DUILL, grieve DUMPS, melancholy, originally a mournful melody DURINDANA, Orlando's sword DWINDLE, shrink away, be overawed
EAN, yean, bring forth young EASINESS, readiness EBOLITION, ebullition EDGE, sword EECH, eke EGREGIOUS, eminently excellent EKE, also, moreover E-LA, highest note in the scale EGGS ON THE SPIT, important business on hand ELF-LOCK, tangled hair, supposed to be the work of elves EMMET, ant ENGAGE, involve ENGHLE. See Ingle ENGHLE, cajole; fondle ENGIN(E), device, contrivance; agent; ingenuity, wit ENGINER, engineer, deviser, plotter ENGINOUS, crafty, full of devices; witty, ingenious ENGROSS, monopolise ENS, an existing thing, a substance ENSIGNS, tokens, wounds ENSURE, assure ENTERTAIN, take into service ENTREAT, plead ENTREATY, entertainment ENTRY, place where a deer has lately passed ENVOY, denouement, conclusion ENVY, spite, calumny, dislike, odium EPHEMERIDES, calendars EQUAL, just, impartial ERECTION, elevation in esteem ERINGO, candied root of the sea-holly, formerly used as a sweetmeat and aphrodisiac ERRANT, arrant ESSENTIATE, become assimilated ESTIMATION, esteem ESTRICH, ostrich ETHNIC, heathen EURIPUS, flux and reflux EVEN, just equable EVENT, fate, issue EVENT(ED), issue(d) EVERT, overturn EXACUATE, sharpen EXAMPLESS, without example or parallel EXCALIBUR, King Arthur's sword EXEMPLIFY, make an example of EXEMPT, separate, exclude EXEQUIES, obsequies EXHALE, drag out EXHIBITION, allowance for keep, pocket-money EXORBITANT, exceeding limits of propriety or law, inordinate EXORNATION, ornament EXPECT, wait EXPLATE, terminate EXPLICATE, explain, unfold EXTEMPORAL, extempore, unpremediated EXTRACTION, essence EXTRAORDINARY, employed for a special or temporary purpose EXTRUDE, expel EYE, "in --," in view EYEBRIGHT, (?) a malt liquor in which the herb of this name was infused, or a person who sold the same (Gifford) EYE-TINGE, least shade or gleam
FACE, appearance FACES ABOUT, military word of command FACINOROUS, extremely wicked FACKINGS, faith FACT, deed, act, crime FACTIOUS, seditious, belonging to a party, given to party feeling FAECES, dregs FAGIOLI, French beans FAIN, forced, necessitated FAITHFUL, believing FALL, ruff or band turned back on the shoulders; or, veil FALSIFY, feign (fencing term) FAME, report FAMILIAR, attendant spirit FANTASTICAL, capricious, whimsical FARCE, stuff FAR-FET. See Fet FARTHINGAL, hooped petticoat FAUCET, tapster FAULT, lack; loss, break in line of scent; "for --," in default of FAUTOR, partisan FAYLES, old table game similar to backgammon FEAR(ED), affright(ed) FEAT, activity, operation; deed, action FEAT, elegant, trim FEE, "in --" by feudal obligation FEIZE, beat, belabour FELLOW, term of contempt FENNEL, emblem of flattery FERE, companion, fellow FERN-SEED, supposed to have power of rendering invisible FET, fetched FETCH, trick FEUTERER (Fr. vautrier), dog-keeper FEWMETS, dung FICO, fig FIGGUM, (?) jugglery FIGMENT, fiction, invention FIRK, frisk, move suddenly, or in jerks; "-- up," stir up, rouse; "firks mad," suddenly behaves like a madman FIT, pay one out, punish FITNESS, readiness FITTON (FITTEN), lie, invention FIVE-AND-FIFTY, "highest number to stand on at primero" (Gifford) FLAG, to fly low and waveringly FLAGON CHAIN, for hanging a smelling-bottle (Fr. flacon) round the neck (?). (See N.E.D.) FLAP-DRAGON, game similar to snap-dragon FLASKET, some kind of basket FLAW, sudden gust or squall of wind FLAWN, custard FLEA, catch fleas FLEER, sneer, laugh derisively FLESH, feed a hawk or dog with flesh to incite it to the chase; initiate in blood-shed; satiate FLICKER-MOUSE, bat FLIGHT, light arrow FLITTER-MOUSE, bat FLOUT, mock, speak and act contemptuously FLOWERS, pulverised substance FLY, familiar spirit FOIL, weapon used in fencing; that which sets anything off to advantage FOIST, cut-purse, sharper FOND(LY), foolish(ly) FOOT-CLOTH, housings of ornamental cloth which hung down on either side a horse to the ground FOOTING, foothold; footstep; dancing FOPPERY, foolery FOR, "-- failing," for fear of failing FORBEAR, bear with; abstain from FORCE, "hunt at --," run the game down with dogs FOREHEAD, modesty; face, assurance, effrontery FORESLOW, delay FORESPEAK, bewitch; foretell FORETOP, front lock of hair which fashion required to be worn upright FORGED, fabricated FORM, state formally FORMAL, shapely; normal; conventional FORTHCOMING, produced when required FOUNDER, disable with over-riding FOURM, form, lair FOX, sword FRAIL, rush basket in which figs or raisins were packed FRAMFULL, peevish, sour-tempered FRAPLER, blusterer, wrangler FRAYING, "a stag is said to fray his head when he rubs it against a tree to...cause the outward coat of the new horns to fall off" (Gifford) FREIGHT (of the gazetti), burden (of the newspapers) FREQUENT, full FRICACE, rubbing FRICATRICE, woman of low character FRIPPERY, old clothes shop FROCK, smock-frock FROLICS, (?) humorous verses circulated at least (N.E.D.); couplets wrapped round sweetmeats (Cunningham) FRONTLESS, shameless FROTED, rubbed FRUMETY, hulled wheat boiled in milk and spiced FRUMP, flout, sneer FUCUS, dye FUGEAND, (?) figment: flighty, restless (N.E.D.) FULLAM, false dice FULMART, polecat FULSOME, foul, offensive FURIBUND, raging, furious
GALLEY-FOIST, city-barge, used on Lord Mayor's Day, when he was sworn into his office at Westminster (Whalley) GALLIARD, lively dance in triple time GAPE, be eager after GARAGANTUA, Rabelais' giant GARB, sheaf (Fr. Gerbe); manner, fashion, behaviour BARD, guard, trimming, gold or silver lace, or other ornament GARDED, faced or trimmed GARNISH, fee GAVEL-KIND, name of a land-tenure existing chiefly in Kent; from 16th century often used to denote custom of dividing a deceased man's property equally among his sons (N.E.D.) GAZETTE, small Venetian coin worth about three-farthings GEANCE, jaunt, errand GEAR (GEER), stuff, matter, affair GELID, frozen GEMONIES, steps from which the bodies of criminals were thrown into the river GENERAL, free, affable GENIUS, attendant spirit GENTRY, gentlemen; manners characteristic of gentry, good breeding GIB-CAT, tom-cat GIGANTOMACHIZE, start a giants' war GIGLOT, wanton GIMBLET, gimlet GING, gang GLASS ("taking in of shadows, etc."), crystal or beryl GLEEK, card game played by three; party of three, trio; side glance GLICK (GLEEK), jest, gibe GLIDDER, glaze GLORIOUSLY, of vain glory GODWIT, bird of the snipe family GOLD-END-MAN, a buyer of broken gold and silver GOLL, hand GONFALIONIER, standard-bearer, chief magistrate, etc. GOOD, sound in credit GOOD-Year, good luck GOOSE-TURD, colour of. (See Turd) GORCROW, carrion crow GORGET, neck armour GOSSIP, godfather GOWKED, from "gowk," to stand staring and gaping like a fool GRANNAM, grandam GRASS, (?) grease, fat GRATEFUL, agreeable, welcome GRATIFY, give thanks to GRATITUDE, gratuity GRATULATE, welcome, congratulate GRAVITY, dignity GRAY, badger GRICE, cub GRIEF, grievance GRIPE, vulture, griffin GRIPE'S EGG, vessel in shape of GROAT, fourpence GROGRAN, coarse stuff made of silk and mohair, or of coarse silk GROOM-PORTER, officer in the royal household GROPE, handle, probe GROUND, pit (hence "grounded judgments") GUARD, caution, heed GUARDANT, heraldic term: turning the head only GUILDER, Dutch coin worth about 4d. GULES, gullet, throat; heraldic term for red GULL, simpleton, dupe GUST, taste
HAB NAB, by, on, chance HABERGEON, coat of mail HAGGARD, wild female hawk; hence coy, wild HALBERD, combination of lance and battle-axe HALL, "a --!" a cry to clear the room for the dancers HANDSEL, first money taken HANGER, loop or strap on a sword-belt from which the sword was suspended HAP, fortune, luck HAPPILY, haply HAPPINESS, appropriateness, fitness HAPPY, rich HARBOUR, track, trace (an animal) to its shelter HARD-FAVOURED, harsh-featured HARPOCRATES, Horus the child, son of Osiris, figured with a finger pointing to his mouth, indicative of silence HARRINGTON, a patent was granted to Lord H. for the coinage of tokens (q.v.) HARROT, herald HARRY NICHOLAS, founder of a community called the "Family of Love" HAY, net for catching rabbits, etc. HAY! (Ital. hai!), you have it (a fencing term) HAY IN HIS HORN, ill-tempered person HAZARD, game at dice; that which is staked HEAD, "first --," young deer with antlers first sprouting; fig. a newly-ennobled man HEADBOROUGH, constable HEARKEN AFTER, inquire; "hearken out," find, search out HEARTEN, encourage HEAVEN AND HELL ("Alchemist"), names of taverns HECTIC, fever HEDGE IN, include HELM, upper part of a retort HER'NSEW, hernshaw, heron HIERONIMO (JERONIMO), hero of Kyd's "Spanish Tragedy" HOBBY, nag HOBBY-HORSE, imitation horse of some light material, fastened round the waist of the morrice-dancer, who imitated the movements of a skittish horse HODDY-DODDY, fool HOIDEN, hoyden, formerly applied to both sexes (ancient term for leveret? Gifford) HOLLAND, name of two famous chemists HONE AND HONERO, wailing expressions of lament or discontent HOOD-WIND'D, blindfolded HORARY, hourly HORN-MAD, stark mad (quibble) HORN-THUMB, cut-purses were in the habit of wearing a horn shield on the thumb HORSE-BREAD-EATING, horses were often fed on coarse bread HORSE-COURSES, horse-dealer HOSPITAL, Christ's Hospital HOWLEGLAS, Eulenspiegel, the hero of a popular German tale which related his buffooneries and knavish tricks HUFF, hectoring, arrogance HUFF IT, swagger HUISHER (Fr. huissier), usher HUM, beer and spirits mixed together HUMANITIAN, humanist, scholar HUMOROUS, capricious, moody, out of humour; moist HUMOUR, a word used in and out of season in the time of Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, and ridiculed by both HUMOURS, manners HUMPHREY, DUKE, those who were dinnerless spent the dinner-hour in a part of St. Paul's where stood a monument said to be that of the duke's; hence "dine with Duke Humphrey," to go hungry HURTLESS, harmless
IDLE, useless, unprofitable ILL-AFFECTED, ill-disposed ILL-HABITED, unhealthy ILLUSTRATE, illuminate IMBIBITION, saturation, steeping IMBROCATA, fencing term: a thrust in tierce IMPAIR, impairment IMPART, give money IMPARTER, any one ready to be cheated and to part with his money IMPEACH, damage IMPERTINENCIES, irrelevancies IMPERTINENT(LY), irrelevant(ly), without reason or purpose IMPOSITION, duty imposed by IMPOTENTLY, beyond power of control IMPRESS, money in advance IMPULSION, incitement IN AND IN, a game played by two or three persons with four dice INCENSE, incite, stir up INCERATION, act of covering with wax; or reducing a substance to softness of wax INCH, "to their --es," according to their stature, capabilities INCH-PIN, sweet-bread INCONVENIENCE, inconsistency, absurdity INCONY, delicate, rare (used as a term of affection) INCUBEE, incubus INCUBUS, evil spirit that oppresses us in sleep, nightmare INCURIOUS, unfastidious, uncritical INDENT, enter into engagement INDIFFERENT, tolerable, passable INDIGESTED, shapeless, chaotic INDUCE, introduce INDUE, supply INEXORABLE, relentless INFANTED, born, produced INFLAME, augment charge INGENIOUS, used indiscriminantly for ingenuous; intelligent, talented INGENUITY, ingenuousness INGENUOUS, generous INGINE. See Engin INGINER, engineer. (See Enginer) INGLE, OR ENGHLE, bosom friend, intimate, minion INHABITABLE, uninhabitable INJURY, insult, affront IN-MATE, resident, indwelling INNATE, natural INNOCENT, simpleton INQUEST, jury, or other official body of inquiry INQUISITION, inquiry INSTANT, immediate INSTRUMENT, legal document INSURE, assure INTEGRATE, complete, perfect INTELLIGENCE, secret information, news INTEND, note carefully, attend, give ear to, be occupied with INTENDMENT, intention INTENT, intention, wish INTENTION, concentration of attention or gaze INTENTIVE, attentive INTERESSED, implicated INTRUDE, bring in forcibly or without leave INVINCIBLY, invisibly INWARD, intimate IRPE (uncertain), "a fantastic grimace, or contortion of the body: (Gifford)
JACE, Jack o' the clock, automaton figure that strikes the hour; Jack-a-lent, puppet thrown at in Lent JACK, key of a virginal JACOB'S STAFF, an instrument for taking altitudes and distances JADE, befool JEALOUSY, JEALOUS, suspicion, suspicious JERKING, lashing JEW'S TRUMP, Jew's harp JIG, merry ballad or tune; a fanciful dialogue or light comic act introduced at the end or during an interlude of a play JOINED (JOINT)-STOOL, folding stool JOLL, jowl JOLTHEAD, blockhead JUMP, agree, tally JUST YEAR, no one was capable of the consulship until he was forty-three
KELL, cocoon KELLY, an alchemist KEMB, comb KEMIA, vessel for distillation KIBE, chap, sore KILDERKIN, small barrel KILL, kiln KIND, nature; species; "do one's --," act according to one's nature KIRTLE, woman's gown of jacket and petticoat KISS OR DRINK AFORE ME, "this is a familiar expression, employed when what the speaker is just about to say is anticipated by another" (Gifford) KIT, fiddle KNACK, snap, click KNIPPER-DOLING, a well-known Anabaptist KNITTING CUP, marriage cup KNOCKING, striking, weighty KNOT, company, band; a sandpiper or robin snipe (Tringa canulus); flower-bed laid out in fanciful design KURSINED, KYRSIN, christened
LABOURED, wrought with labour and care LADE, load(ed) LADING, load LAID, plotted LANCE-KNIGHT (Lanzknecht), a German mercenary foot-soldier LAP, fold LAR, household god LARD, garnish LARGE, abundant LARUM, alarum, call to arms LATTICE, tavern windows were furnished with lattices of various colours LAUNDER, to wash gold in aqua regia, so as imperceptibly to extract some of it. LAVE, ladle, bale LAW, "give --," give a start (term of chase) LAXATIVE, loose LAY ABOARD, run alongside generally with intent to board LEAGUER, siege, or camp of besieging army LEASING, lying LEAVE, leave off, desist LEER, leering or "empty, hence, perhaps leer horse without a rider; leer is an adjective meaning uncontrolled, hence 'leer drunkards'" (Halliwell); according to Nares, a leer (empty) horse meant also a led horse; leeward, left
LEESE, lose LEGS, "make --," do obeisance LEIGEP, resident representative LEIGERITY, legerdemain LEMMA, subject proposed, or title of the epigram LENTER, slower LET, hinder LET, hindrance LEVEL COIL, a rough game...in which one hunted another from his seat. Hence used for any noisy riot (Halliwell) LEWD, ignorant LEYSTALLS, receptacles of filth LIBERAL, ample LIEGER, ledger, register LIFT(ING), steal(ing) LIGHT, alight LIGHTLY, commonly, usually, often LIKE, please LIKELY, agreeable, pleasing LIME-HOUND, leash-, blood-hound LIMMER, vile, worthless LIN, leave off Line, "by --," by rule LINSTOCK, staff to stick in the ground, with forked head to hold a lighted match for firing cannon LIQUID, clear LIST, listen, hard; like, please LIVERY, legal term, delivery of the possession, etc. LOGGET, small log, stick LOOSE, solution; upshot, issue; release of an arrow LOSE, give over, desist from; waste LOUTING, bowing, cringing LUCULENT, bright of beauty LUDGATHIANS, dealers on Ludgate Hill LURCH, rob, cheat LUTE, to close a vessel with some kind of cement
MACK, unmeaning expletive MADGE_HOWLET or own, barn-owl MAIM, hurt, injury MAIN, chief concern (used as a quibble on heraldic term for "hand") MAINPRISE, becoming surety for a prisoner so as to procure his release MAINTENANCE, giving aid, or abetting MAKE, mate MAKE, MADE, acquaint with business, prepare(d), instruct(ed) MALLANDERS, disease of horses MALT HORSE, dray horse MAMMET, puppet MAMMOTHREPT, spoiled child MANAGE, control (term used for breaking-in horses); handling, administration MANGO, slave-dealer MANGONISE, polish up for sale MANIPLES, bundles, handfuls MANKIND, masculine, like a virago MANEIND, humanity MAPLE FACE, spotted face (N.E.D.) MARCH PANE, a confection of almonds, sugar, etc. MARK, "fly to the --," "generally said of a goshawk when, having 'put in' a covey of partridges, she takes stand, making the spot where they disappeared from view until the falconer arrives to put them out to her" (Harting, Bibl. Accip. Gloss. 226) MARLE, marvel MARROW-BONE MAN, one often on his knees for prayer MARRY! exclamation derived from the Virgin's name MARRY GIP, "probably originated from By Mary Gipcy = St. Mary of Egypt, (N.E.D.) MARTAGAN, Turk's cap lily MARYHINCHCO, stringhalt MASORETH, Masora, correct form of the scriptural text according to Hebrew tradition Mass, abb. for master MAUND, beg MAUTHER, girl, maid MEAN, moderation MEASURE, dance, more especially a stately one MEAT, "carry -- in one's mouth," be a source of money or entertainment MEATH, metheglin MECHANICAL, belonging to mechanics, mean, vulgar MEDITERRANEO, middle aisle of St. Paul's, a general resort for business and amusement MEET WITH, even with MELICOTTON, a late kind of peach MENSTRUE, solvent MERCAT, market MERD, excrement MERE, undiluted; absolute, unmitigated MESS, party of four METHEGLIN, fermented liquor, of which one ingredient was honey METOPOSCOPY, study of physiognomy MIDDLING GOSSIP, go-between MIGNIARD, dainty, delicate MILE-END, training-ground of the city MINE-MEN, sappers MINION, form of cannon MINSITIVE, (?) mincing, affected (N.E.D.) MISCELLANY MADAM, "a female trader in miscellaneous articles; a dealer in trinkets or ornaments of various kinds, such as kept shops in the New Exchange" (Nares) MISCELLINE, mixed grain; medley MISCONCEIT, misconception MISPRISE, MISPRISION, mistake, misunderstanding MISTAKE AWAY, carry away as if by mistake MITHRIDATE, an antidote against poison MOCCINIGO, small Venetian coin, worth about ninepence MODERN, in the mode; ordinary, common-place MOMENT, force or influence of value MONTANTO, upward stroke MONTH'S MIND, violent desire MOORISH, like a moor or waste MORGLAY, sword of Bevis of Southampton MORRICe-DANCE, dance on May Day, etc., in which certain personages were represented MORTALITY, death MORT-MAL, old score, gangrene MOSCADINO, confection flavoured with musk MOTHER, Hysterica passio MOTION, proposal, request; puppet, puppet-show; "one of the small figures on the face of a large clock which was moved by the vibration of the pendulum" (Whalley) MOTION, suggest, propose MOTLEY, parti-coloured dress of a fool; hence used to signify pertaining to, or like, a fool MOTTE, motto MOURNIVAL, set of four aces or court cards in a hand; a quartette MOW, setord hay or sheaves of grain MUCH! expressive of irony and incredulity MUCKINDER, handkerchief MULE, "born to ride on --," judges or serjeants-at-law formerly rode on mules when going in state to Westminster (Whally) MULLETS, small pincers MUM-CHANCE, game of chance, played in silence MUN, must MUREY, dark crimson red MUSCOVY-GLASS, mica MUSE, wonder MUSICAL, in harmony MUSS, mouse; scramble MYROBOLANE, foreign conserve, "a dried plum, brought from the Indies" MYSTERY, art, trade, profession.
NAIL, "to the --" (ad unguem), to perfection, to the very utmost NATIVE, natural NEAT, cattle NEAT, smartly apparelled; unmixed; dainty NEATLY, neatly finished NEATNESS, elegance NEIS, nose, scent NEUF (NEAF, NEIF), fist NEUFT, newt NIAISE, foolish, inexperienced person NICE, fastidious, trivial, finical, scrupulous NICENESS, fastidiousness NICK, exact amount; right moment; "set in the --" meaning uncertain NICE, suit, fit' hit, seize the right moment, etc., exactly hit on, hit off NOBLE, gold coin worth 6s.8d. NOCENT, harmful NIL, not will NOISE, company of musicians NOMENTACK, an Indian chief from Virginia NONES, nonce NOTABLE, egregious NOTE, sign, token NOUGHT, "be --," go to the devil, be hanged, etc. NOWT-HEAD, blockhead NUMBER, rhythm NUPSON, oaf, simpleton
OADE, wood OBARNI, preparation of mead OBJECT, oppose; expose; interpose OBLATRANT, barking, railing OBNOXIOUS, liable, exposed; offensive OBSERVANCE, homage, devoted service OBSERVANT, attentive, obsequious OBSERVE, show deference, respect OBSERVER, one who shows deference, or waits upon another OBSTANCY, legal phrase, "juridical opposition" OBSTREPEROUS, clamorous, vociferous OBSTUPEFACT, stupefied ODLING, (?) "must have some relation to tricking and cheating" (Nares) OMINOUS, deadly, fatal ONCE, at once; for good and all; used also for additional emphasis ONLY, pre-eminent, special OPEN, make public; expound OPPILATION, obstruction OPPONE, oppose OPPOSITE, antagonist OFFPRESS, suppress ORIGINOUS, native ORT, remnant, scrap OUT, "to be --." to have forgotten one's part; not at one with each other OUTCRY, sale by auction OUTREGUIDANCE, arrogance, presumption OUTSPEAK, speak more than OVERPARTED, given too difficult a part to play OWLSPIEGEL. See Howleglass OYEZ! (O YES!), hear ye! call of the public crier when about to make a proclamation
PACKING PENNY, "give a --," dismiss, send packing PAD, highway PAD-HORSE, road-horse PAINED (PANED) SLOPS, full breeches made of strips of different colour and material PAINFUL, diligent, painstaking PAINT, blush PALINODE, ode of recantation PALL, weaken, dim, make stale PALM, triumph PAN, skirt of dress or coat PANNEL, pad, or rough kind of saddle PANNIER-ALLY, inhabited by tripe-sellers PANNIER-MAN, hawker; a man employed about the inns of court to bring in provisions, set the table, etc. PANTOFLE, indoor shoe, slipper PARAMENTOS, fine trappings PARANOMASIE, a play upon words PARANTORY, (?) peremptory PARCEL, particle, fragment (used contemptuously); article PARCEL, part, partly PARCEL-POET, poetaster PARERGA, subordinate matters PARGET, to paint or plaster the face PARLE, parley PARLOUS, clever, shrewd PART, apportion PARTAKE, participate in PARTED, endowed, talented PARTICULAR, individual person PARTIZAN, kind of halberd PARTRICH, partridge PARTS, qualities endowments PASH, dash, smash PASS, care, trouble oneself PASSADO, fending term: a thrust PASSAGE, game at dice PASSINGLY, exceedingly PASSION, effect caused by external agency PASSION, "in --," in so melancholy a tone, so pathetically PATOUN, (?) Fr. Paton, pellet of dough; perhaps the "moulding of the tobacco...for the pipe" (Gifford); (?) variant of Petun, South American name of tobacco PATRICO, the recorder, priest, orator of strolling beggars or gipsies PATTEN, shoe with wooden sole; "go --," keep step with, accompany PAUCA VERBA, few words PAVIN, a stately dance PEACE, "with my master's --," by leave, favour PECULIAR, individual, single PEDANT, teacher of the languages PEEL, baker's shovel PEEP, speak in a small or shrill voice PEEVISH(LY), foolish(ly), capricious(ly); childish(ly) PELICAN, a retort fitted with tube or tubes, for continuous distillation PENCIL, small tuft of hair PERDUE, soldier accustomed to hazardous service PEREMPTORY, resolute, bold; imperious; thorough, utter, absolute(ly) PERIMETER, circumference of a figure PERIOD, limit, end PERK, perk up PERPETUANA, "this seems to be that glossy kind of stuff now called everlasting, and anciently worn by serjeants and other city officers" (Gifford) PERSPICIL, optic glass PERSTRINGE, criticise, censure PERSUADE, inculcate, commend PERSWAY, mitigate PERTINACY, pertinacity PESTLING, pounding, pulverising, like a pestle PETASUS, broad-brimmed hat or winged cap worn by Mercury PETITIONARY, supplicatory PETRONEL, a kind of carbine or light gas carried by horsemen PETULANT, pert, insolent PHERE. See Fere PHLEGMA, watery distilled liquor (old chem. "water") PHRENETIC, madman PICARDIL, still upright collar fastened on to the coat (Whalley) PICT-HATCH, disreputable quarter of London PIECE, person, used for woman or girl; a gold coin worth in Jonson's time 20s. or 22s. PIECES OF EIGHT, Spanish coin: piastre equal to eight reals PIED, variegated PIE-POUDRES (Fr. pied-poudreux, dusty-foot), court held at fairs to administer justice to itinerant vendors and buyers PILCHER, term of contempt; one who wore a buff or leather jerkin, as did the serjeants of the counter; a pilferer PILED, pilled, peeled, bald PILL'D, polled, fleeced PIMLICO, "sometimes spoken of as a person -- perhaps master of a house famous for a particular ale" (Gifford) PINE, afflict, distress PINK, stab with a weapon; pierce or cut in scallops for ornament PINNACE, a go-between in infamous sense PISMIRE, ant PISTOLET, gold coin, worth about 6s. PITCH, height of a bird of prey's flight PLAGUE, punishment, torment PLAIN, lament PLAIN SONG, simple melody PLAISE, plaice PLANET, "struck with a --," planets were supposed to have powers of blasting or exercising secret influences PLAUSIBLE, pleasing PLAUSIBLY, approvingly PLOT, plan PLY, apply oneself to POESIE, posy, motto inside a ring POINT IN HIS DEVICE, exact in every particular POINTE, tabbed laces or cords for fastening the breeches to the doublet POINT-TRUSSER, one who trussed (tied) his master's points (q.v.) POISE, weigh, balance POKING-STICK, stick used for setting the plaits of ruffs POLITIC, politician POLITIC, judicious, prudent, political POLITICIAN, plotter, intriguer POLL, strip, plunder, gain by extortion POMMANDER, ball of perfume, worn or hung about the person to prevent infection, or for foppery POMMADO, vaulting on a horse without the aid of stirrups PONTIC, sour POPULAR, vulgar, of the populace POPULOUS, numerous PORT, gate; print of a deer's foot PORT, transport PORTAGUE, Portuguese gold coin, worth over ? or f4 PORTCULLIS, "-- of coin," some old coins have a portcullis stamped on their reverse (Whalley) PORTENT, marvel, prodigy; sinister omen PORTENTOUS, prophesying evil, threatening PORTER, references appear "to allude to Parsons, the king's porter, who was... near seven feet high" (Whalley) POSSESS, inform, acquaint POST AND PAIR, a game at cards POSY, motto. (See Poesie) POTCH, poach POULT-FOOT, club-foot POUNCE, claw, talon PRACTICE, intrigue, concerted plot PRACTISE, plot, conspire PRAGMATIC, an expert, agent PRAGMATIC, officious, conceited, meddling PRECEDENT, record of proceedings PRECEPT, warrant, summons PRECISIAN(ISM), Puritan(ism), preciseness PREFER, recomment PRESENCE, presence chamber PRESENT(LY), immediate(ly), without delay; at the present time; actually PRESS, force into service PREST, ready PRETEND, assert, allege PREVENT, anticipate PRICE, worth, excellence PRICK, point, dot used in the writing of Hebrew and other languages PRICK, prick out, mark off, select; trace, track; "-- away," make off with speed PRIMERO, game of cards PRINCOX, pert boy PRINT, "in --," to the letter, exactly PRISTINATE, former PRIVATE, private interests PRIVATE, privy, intimate PROCLIVE, prone to PRODIGIOUS, monstrous, unnatural PRODIGY, monster PRODUCED, prolonged PROFESS, pretend PROJECTION, the throwing of the "powder of projection" into the crucible to turn the melted metal into gold or silver PROLATE, pronounce drawlingly PROPER, of good appearance, handsome; own, particular PROPERTIES, state necessaries PROPERTY, duty; tool PRORUMPED, burst out PROTEST, vow, proclaim (an affected word of that time); formally declare non-payment, etc., of bill of exchange; fig. failure of personal credit, etc. PROVANT, soldier's allowance -- hence, of common make PROVIDE, foresee PROVIDENCE, foresight, prudence PUBLICATION, making a thing public of common property (N.E.D.) PUCKFIST, puff-ball; insipid, insignificant, boasting fellow PUFF-WING, shoulder puff PUISNE, judge of inferior rank, a junior PULCHRITUDE, beauty PUMP, shoe PUNGENT, piercing PUNTO, point, hit PURCEPT, precept, warrant PURE, fine, capital, excellent PURELY, perfectly, utterly PURL, pleat or fold of a ruff PURSE-NET, net of which the mouth is drawn together with a string PURSUIVANT, state messenger who summoned the persecuted seminaries; warrant officer PURSY, PURSINESS, shortwinded(ness) PUT, make a push, exert yourself (N.E.D.) PUT OFF, excuse, shift PUT ON, incite, encourage; proceed with, take in hand, try
QUACKSALVER, quack QUAINT, elegant, elaborated, ingenious, clever QUAR, quarry QUARRIED, seized, or fed upon, as prey QUEAN, hussy, jade QUEASY, hazardous, delicate QUELL, kill, destroy QUEST, request; inquiry QUESTION, decision by force of arms QUESTMAN, one appointed to make official inquiry QUIB, QUIBLIN, quibble, quip QUICK, the living QUIDDIT, quiddity, legal subtlety QUIRK, clever turn or trick QUIT, requite, repay; acquit, absolve; rid; forsake, leave QUITTER-BONE, disease of horses QUODLING, codling QUOIT, throw like a quoit, chuck QUOTE, take note, observe, write down
RACK, neck of mutton or pork (Halliwell) RAKE UP, cover over RAMP, rear, as a lion, etc. RAPT, carry away RAPT, enraptured RASCAL, young or inferior deer RASH, strike with a glancing oblique blow, as a boar with its tusk RATSEY, GOMALIEL, a famous highwayman RAVEN, devour REACH, understand REAL, regal REBATU, ruff, turned-down collar RECTOR, RECTRESS, director, governor REDARGUE, confute REDUCE, bring back REED, rede, counsel, advice REEL, run riot REFEL, refute REFORMADOES, disgraced or disbanded soldiers REGIMENT, government REGRESSION, return REGULAR ("Tale of a Tub"), regular noun (quibble) (N.E.D.) RELIGION, "make -- of," make a point of, scruple of RELISH, savour REMNANT, scrap of quotation REMORA, species of fish RENDER, depict, exhibit, show REPAIR, reinstate REPETITION, recital, narration REREMOUSE, bat RESIANT, resident RESIDENCE, sediment RESOLUTION, judgment, decision RESOLVE, inform; assure; prepare, make up one's mind; dissolve; come to a decision, be convinced; relax, set at ease RESPECTIVE, worthy of respect; regardful, discriminative RESPECTIVELY, with reverence RESPECTLESS, regardless RESPIRE, exhale; inhale RESPONSIBLE, correspondent REST, musket-rest REST, "set up one's --," venture one's all, one's last stake (from game of primero) REST, arrest RESTIVE, RESTY, dull, inactive RETCHLESS(NESS), reckless(ness) RETIRE, cause to retire RETRICATO, fencing term RETRIEVE, rediscovery of game once sprung RETURNS, ventures sent abroad, for the safe return of which so much money is received REVERBERATE, dissolve or blend by reflected heat REVERSE, REVERSO, back-handed thrust, etc., in fencing REVISE, reconsider a sentence RHEUM, spleen, caprice RIBIBE, abusive term for an old woman RID, destroy, do away with RIFLING, raffling, dicing RING, "cracked within the --," coins so cracked were unfit for currency RISSE, risen, rose RIVELLED, wrinkled ROARER, swaggerer ROCHET, fish of the gurnet kind ROCK, distaff RODOMONTADO, braggadocio ROGUE, vagrant, vagabond RONDEL, "a round mark in the score of a public-house" (Nares); roundel ROOK, sharper; fool, dupe ROSAKER, similar to ratsbane ROSA-SOLIS, a spiced spirituous liquor ROSES, rosettes ROUND, "gentlemen of the --," officers of inferior rank ROUND TRUNKS, trunk hose, short loose breeches reaching almost or quite to the knees ROUSE, carouse, bumper ROVER, arrow used for shooting at a random mark at uncertain distance ROWLY-POWLY, roly-poly RUDE, RUDENESS, unpolished, rough(ness), coarse(ness) RUFFLE, flaunt, swagger RUG, coarse frieze RUG-GOWNS, gown made of rug RUSH, reference to rushes with which the floors were then strewn RUSHER, one who strewed the floor with rushes RUSSET, homespun cloth of neutral or reddish-brown colour
SACK, loose, flowing gown SADLY, seriously, with gravity SAD(NESS), sober, serious(ness) SAFFI, bailiffs ST. THOMAS A WATERINGS, place in Surrey where criminals were executed SAKER, small piece of ordnance SALT, leap SALT, lascivious SAMPSUCHINE, sweet marjoram SARABAND, a slow dance SATURNALS, began December 17 SAUCINESS, presumption, insolence SAUCY, bold, impudent, wanton SAUNA (Lat.), a gesture of contempt SAVOUR, perceive; gratify, please; to partake of the nature SAY, sample SAY, assay, try SCALD, word of contempt, implying dirt and disease SCALLION, shalot, small onion SCANDERBAG, "name which the Turks (in allusion to Alexander the Great) gave to the brave Castriot, chief of Albania, with whom they had continual wars. His romantic life had just been translated" (Gifford) SCAPE, escape SCARAB, beetle SCARTOCCIO, fold of paper, cover, cartouch, cartridge SCONCE, head SCOPE, aim SCOT AND LOT, tax, contribution (formerly a parish assessment) SCOTOMY, dizziness in the head SCOUR, purge SCOURSE, deal, swap SCRATCHES, disease of horses SCROYLE, mean, rascally fellow SCRUPLE, doubt SEAL, put hand to the giving up of property or rights SEALED, stamped as genuine SEAM-RENT, ragged SEAMING LACES, insertion or edging SEAR UP, close by searing, burning SEARCED, sifted SECRETARY, able to keep a secret SECULAR, worldly, ordinary, commonplace SECURE, confident SEELIE, happy, blest SEISIN, legal term: possession SELLARY, lewd person SEMBLABLY, similarly SEMINARY, a Romish priest educated in a foreign seminary SENSELESS, insensible, without sense or feeling SENSIBLY, perceptibly SENSIVE, sensitive SENSUAL, pertaining to the physical or material SERENE, harmful dew of evening SERICON, red tincture SERVANT, lover SERVICES, doughty deeds of arms SESTERCE, Roman copper coin SET, stake, wager SET UP, drill SETS, deep plaits of the ruff SEWER, officer who served up the feast, and brought water for the hands of the guests SHAPE, a suit by way of disguise SHIFT, fraud, dodge SHIFTER, cheat SHITTLE, shuttle; "shittle-cock," shuttlecock SHOT, tavern reckoning SHOT-CLOG, one only tolerated because he paid the shot (reckoning) for the rest SHOT-FREE, scot-free, not having to pay SHOVE-GROAT, low kind of gambling amusement, perhaps somewhat of the nature of pitch and toss SHOT-SHARKS, drawers SHREWD, mischievous, malicious, curst SHREWDLY, keenly, in a high degree SHRIVE, sheriff; posts were set up before his door for proclamations, or to indicate his residence SHROVING, Shrovetide, season of merriment SIGILLA, seal, mark SILENCED BRETHERN, MINISTERS, those of the Church or Nonconformists who had been silenced, deprived, etc. SILLY, simple, harmless SIMPLE, silly, witless; plain, true SIMPLES, herbs SINGLE, term of chase, signifying when the hunted stag is separated from the herd, or forced to break covert SINGLE, weak, silly SINGLE-MONEY, small change SINGULAR, unique, supreme SI-QUIS, bill, advertisement SKELDRING, getting money under false pretences; swindlilng SKILL, "it -- a not," matters not SEINK(ER), pour, draw(er), tapster SKIRT, tail SLEEK, smooth SLICE, fire shovel or pan (dial.) SLICK, sleek, smooth 'SLID, 'SLIGHT, 'SPRECIOUS, irreverent oaths SLIGHT, sleight, cunning, cleverness; trick SLIP, counterfeit coin, bastard SLIPPERY, polished and shining SLOPS, large loose breeches SLOT, print of a stag's foot SLUR, put a slur on; chear (by sliding a die in some way) SMELT, gull, simpleton SNORLE, "perhaps snarl as Puppy is addressed" (Cunningham) SNOTTERIE, filth SNUFF, anger, resentment; "take in --," take offence at SNUFFERS, small open silver dishes for holding snuff, or receptacle for placing snuffers in (Halliwell) SOCK, shoe worn by comic actors SOD, seethe SOGGY, soaked, sodden SOIL, "take --," said of a hunted stag when he takes to the water for safety SOL, sou SOLDADOES, soldiers SOLICIT, rouse, excite to action SOOTH, flattery, cajolery SOOTHE, flatter, humour SOPHISTICATE, adulterate SORT, company, party; rank, degree SORT, suit, fit; select SOUSE, ear SOUSED ("Devil is an Ass"), fol. read "sou't," which Dyce interprets as "a variety of the spelling of 'shu'd': to shu is to scare a bird away." (See his Webster, p. 350) SOWTER, cobbler SPAGYRICA, chemistry according to the teachings of Paracelsus SPAR, bar SPEAK, make known, proclaim SPECULATION, power of sight SPED, to have fared well, prospered SPEECE, species SPIGHT, anger, rancour SPINNER, spider SPINSTRY, lewd person SPITTLE, hospital, lazar-house SPLEEN, considered the seat of the emotions SPLEEN, caprice, humour, mood SPRUNT, spruce SPURGE, foam SPUR-RYAL, gold coin worth 15s. SQUIRE, square, measure; "by the --," exactly. STAGGERING, wavering, hesitating STAIN, disparagement, disgrace STALE, decoy, or cover, stalking-horse STALE, make cheap, common STALE, approach stealthily or under cover STALL, forestall STANDARD, suit STAPLE, market emporium STARK, downright STARTING-HOLES, loopholes of escape STATE, dignity; canopied chair of state; estate STATUMINATE, support vines by poles or stakes; used by Pliny (Gifford) STAY, gag STAY, await; detain STICKLER, second or umpire STIGMATISE, mark, brand STILL, continual(ly), constant(ly) STINKARD, stinking fellow STINT, stop STIPTIC, astringent STOCCATA, thrust in fencing STOCK-FISH, salted and dried fish STOMACH, pride, valour STOMACH, resent STOOP, swoop down as a hawk STOP, fill, stuff STOPPLE, stopper STOTE, stoat, weasel STOUP, stoop, swoop=bow STRAIGHT, straightway STRAMAZOUN (Ital. stramazzone), a down blow, as opposed to the thrust STRANGE, like a stranger, unfamiliar STRANGENESS, distance of behaviour STREIGHTS, OR BERMUDAS, labyrinth of alleys and courts in the Strand STRIGONIUM, Grau in Hungary, taken from the Turks in 1597 STRIKE, balance (accounts) STRINGHALT, disease of horses STROKER, smoother, flatterer STROOK, p.p. of "strike" STRUMMEL-PATCHED, strummed is glossed in dialect dicts. as "a long, loose and dishevelled head of hair" STUDIES, studious efforts STYLE, title; pointed instrument used for writing on wax tablets SUBTLE, fine, delicate, thin; smooth, soft SUBTLETY (SUBTILITY), subtle device SUBURB, connected with loose living SUCCUBAE, demons in form of women SUCK, extract money from SUFFERANCE, suffering SUMMED, term of falconry: with full-grown plumage SUPER-NEGULUM, topers turned the cup bottom up when it was empty SUPERSTITIOUS, over-scrupulous SUPPLE, to make pliant SURBATE, make sore with walking SURCEASE, cease SUR-REVERENCE, save your reverence SURVISE, peruse SUSCITABILITY, excitability SUSPECT, suspicion SUSPEND, suspect SUSPENDED, held over for the present SUTLER, victualler SWAD, clown, boor SWATH BANDS, swaddling clothes SWINGE, beat
TABERD, emblazoned mantle or tunic worn by knights and heralds TABLE(S), "pair of --," tablets, note-book TABOR, small drum TABRET, tabor TAFFETA, silk; "tuft-taffeta," a more costly silken fabric TAINT, "-- a staff," break a lance at tilting in an unscientific or dishonourable manner TAKE IN, capture, subdue TAKE ME WITH YOU, let me understand you TAKE UP, obtain on credit, borrow TALENT, sum or weight of Greek currency TALL, stout, brave TANKARD-BEARERS, men employed to fetch water from the conduits TARLETON, celebrated comedian and jester TARTAROUS, like a Tartar TAVERN-TOKEN, "to swallow a --," get drunk TELL, count TELL-TROTH, truth-teller TEMPER, modify, soften TENDER, show regard, care for cherish; manifest TENT, "take --," take heed TERSE, swept and polished TERTIA, "that portion of an army levied out of one particular district or division of a country" (Gifford) TESTON, tester, coin worth 6d. THIRDBOROUGH, constable THREAD, quality THREAVES, droves THREE-FARTHINGS, piece of silver current under Elizabeth THREE-PILED, of finest quality, exaggerated THRIFTILY, carefully THRUMS, ends of the weaver's warp; coarse yarn made from THUMB-RING, familiar spirits were supposed capable of being carried about in various ornaments or parts of dress TIBICINE, player on the tibia, or pipe TICK-TACK, game similar to backgammon TIGHTLY, promptly TIM, (?) expressive of a climax of nonentity TIMELESS, untimely, unseasonable TINCTURE, an essential or spiritual principle supposed by alchemists to be transfusible into material things; an imparted characteristic or tendency TINK, tinkle TIPPET, "turn --," change behaviour or way of life TIPSTAFF, staff tipped with metal TIRE, head-dress TIRE, feed ravenously, like a bird of prey TITILLATION, that which tickles the senses, as a perfume TOD, fox TOILED, worn out, harassed TOKEN, piece of base metal used in place of very small coin, when this was scarce TONNELS, nostrils TOP, "parish --," large top kept in villages for amusement and exercise in frosty weather when people were out of work TOTER, tooter, player on a wind instrument TOUSE, pull, read TOWARD, docile, apt; on the way to; as regards; present, at hand TOY, whim; trick; term of contempt TRACT, attraction TRAIN, allure, entice TRANSITORY, transmittable TRANSLATE, transform TRAY-TRIP, game at dice (success depended on throwing a three) (Nares) TREACHOUR (TRECHER), traitor TREEN, wooden TRENCHER, serving-man who carved or served food TRENDLE-TAIL, trundle-tail, curly-tailed TRICK (TRICKING), term of heraldry: to draw outline of coat of arms, etc., without blazoning TRIG, a spruce, dandified man TRILL, trickle TRILLIBUB, tripe, any worthless, trifling thing TRIPOLY, "come from --," able to perform feats of agility, a "jest nominal," depending on the first part of the word (Gifford) TRITE, worn, shabby TRIVIA, three-faced goddess (Hecate) TROJAN, familiar term for an equal or inferior; thief TROLL, sing loudly TROMP, trump, deceive TROPE, figure of speech TROW, think, believe, wonder TROWLE, troll TROWSES, breeches, drawers TRUCHMAN, interpreter TRUNDLE, JOHN, well-known printer TRUNDLE, roll, go rolling along TRUNDLING CHEATS, term among gipsies and beggars for carts or coaches (Gifford) TRUNK, speaking-tube TRUSS, tie the tagged laces that fastened the breeches to the doublet TUBICINE, trumpeter TUCKET (Ital. toccato), introductory flourish on the trumpet TUITION, guardianship TUMBLE, a particular kind of dog so called from the mode of his hunting TUMBREL-SLOP, loose, baggy breeches TURD, excrement TUSK, gnash the teeth (Century Dict.) TWIRE, peep, twinkle TWOPENNY ROOM, gallery TYRING-HOUSE, attiring-room
ULENSPIEGEL. See Howleglass UMBRATILE, like or pertaining to a shadow UMBRE, brown dye UNBATED, unabated UNBORED, (?) excessively bored UNCARNATE, not fleshly, or of flesh UNCOUTH, strange, unusual UNDERTAKER, "one who undertook by his influence in the House of Commons to carry things agreeably to his Majesty's wishes" (Whalley); one who becomes surety for UNEQUAL, unjust UNEXCEPTED, no objection taken at UNFEARED, unaffrighted UNHAPPILY, unfortunately UNICORN'S HORN, supposed antidote to poison UNKIND(LY), unnatural(ly) UNMANNED, untamed (term in falconry) UNQUIT, undischarged UNREADY, undressed UNRUDE, rude to an extreme UNSEASONED, unseasonable, unripe UNSEELED, a hawk's eyes were "seeled" by sewing the eyelids together with fine thread UNTIMELY, unseasonably UNVALUABLE, invaluable UPBRAID, make a matter of reproach UPSEE, heavy kind of Dutch beer (Halliwell); "-- Dutch," in the Dutch fashion UPTAILS ALL, refrain of a popular song URGE, allege as accomplice, instigator URSHIN, URCHIN, hedgehog USE, interest on money; part of sermon dealing with the practical application of doctrine USE, be in the habit of, accustomed to; put out to interest USQUEBAUGH, whisky USURE, usury UTTER, put in circulation, make to pass current; put forth for sale
VAIL, bow, do homage VAILS, tips, gratuities VALL. See Vail VALLIES (Fr. valise), portmanteau, bag VAPOUR(S) (n. and v.), used affectedly, like "humour," in many senses, often very vaguely and freely ridiculed by Jonson; humour, disposition, whims, brag(ging), hector(ing), etc. VARLET, bailiff, or serjeant-at-mace VAUT, vault VEER (naut.), pay out VEGETAL, vegetable; person full of life and vigour VELLUTE, velvet VELVET CUSTARD. Cf. "Taming of the Shrew," iv. 3, 82, "custard coffin," coffin being the raised crust over a pie VENT, vend, sell; give outlet to; scent snuff up VENUE, bout (fencing term) VERDUGO (Span.), hangman, executioner VERGE, "in the --," within a certain distance of the court VEX, agitate, torment VICE, the buffoon of old moralities; some kind of machinery for moving a puppet (Gifford) VIE AND REVIE, to hazard a certain sum, and to cover it with a larger one.
VINCENT AGAINST YORK, two heralds-at-arms VINDICATE, avenge VIRGE, wand, rod VIRGINAL, old form of piano VIRTUE, valour VIVELY, in lifelike manner, livelily VIZARD, mask VOGUE, rumour, gossip VOICE, vote VOID, leave, quit VOLARY, cage, aviary VOLLEY, "at --," "o' the volee," at random (from a term of tennis) VORLOFFE, furlough
WADLOE, keeper of the Devil Tavern, where Jonson and his friends met in the 'Apollo' room (Whalley) WAIGHTS, waits, night musicians, "band of musical watchmen" (Webster), or old form of "hautboys" WANNION, "vengeance," "plague" (Nares) WARD, a famous pirate WARD, guard in fencing WATCHET, pale, sky blue WEAL, welfare WEED, garment WEFT, waif WEIGHTS, "to the gold --," to every minute particular WELKIN, sky WELL-SPOKEN, of fair speech WELL-TORNED, turned and polished, as on a wheel WELT, hem, border of fur WHER, whether WHETSTONE, GEORGE, an author who lived 1544(?) to 1587(?) WHIFF, a smoke, or drink; "taking the --," inhaling the tobacco smoke or some such accomplishment WHIGH-HIES, neighings, whinnyings WHIMSY, whim, "humour" WHINILING, (?) whining, weakly WHIT, (?) a mere jot WHITEMEAT, food made of milk or eggs WICKED, bad, clumsy WICKER, pliant, agile WILDING, esp. fruit of wild apple or crab tree (Webster) WINE, "I have the -- for you," Prov.: I have the perquisites (of the office) which you are to share (Cunningham) WINNY, "same as old word 'wonne', to stay, etc." (Whalley) WISE-WOMAN, fortune-teller WISH, recommend WISS (WUSSE), "I --," certainly, of a truth WITHHOUT, beyond WITTY, cunning, ingenious, clever WOOD, collection, lot WOODCOCK, term of contempt WOOLSACK ("-- pies"), name of tavern WORT, unfermented beer WOUNDY, great, extreme WREAK, revenge WROUGHT, wrought upon WUSSE, interjection. (See Wiss)
YEANLING, lamb, kid
ZANY, an inferior clown, who attended upon the chief fool and mimicked his tricks
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