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Title: The Poetaster
       Or, His Arraignment

Author: Ben Jonson

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THE POETASTER

OR, HIS ARRAIGNMENT

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 L4 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's company 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 of broad 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 L20 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 similitude, 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 matched in 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.

                   *****




THE POETASTER: OR, HIS ARRAIGNMENT

TO THE VIRTUOUS, AND MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. RICHARD MARTIN

SIR,--A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he
needs it. To make mine own mark appear, and shew by which of these seals
I am known, I send you this piece of what may live of mine; for whose
innocence, as for the author's, you were once a noble and timely
undertaker, to the greatest justice of this kingdom. Enjoy now the
delight of your goodness, which is, to see that prosper you preserved,
and posterity to owe the reading of that, without offence, to your name,
which so much ignorance and malice of the times then conspired to have
supprest.

               Your true lover,
                          BEN JONSON.



    DRAMATIS PERSONAE
    AUGUSTUS CAESAR.                   HERMOGENES TIGELLIUS.
    MACAENUES.                         DEMETRIUS  FANNIUS.
    MARC. OVID.                        ALBIUS.
    COR. GALLUS.                       MINOS.
    SEX. PROPERTIUS.                   HISTRIO.
    FUS. ARISTIUS.                     AESOP.
    PUB. OVID.                         PYRGI.
    VIRGIL.                            Lictors, Equitis, etc.
    Horace.
    TREBATIUS.                         JULIA.
    ASINIUS LUPUS.                     CYTHERIS.
    PANTILIUS TUCCA.                   PLAUTIA.
    LUSCUS.                            CHLOE.
    RUF. LAB. CRISPINUS.               Maids.



                                SCENE,-Rome

                           After the second sounding.
                     ENVY arises in the midst of the stage.

   Light, I salute thee, but with wounded nerves,
   Wishing the golden splendor pitchy darkness.
   What's here?  THE ARRAIGNMENT! ay; this, this is it,
   That our sunk eyes have waked for all this while:
   Here will be subject for my snakes and me.
   Cling to my neck and wrists, my loving worms,
   And cast you round in soft and amorous folds,
   Till I do bid uncurl; then, break  your knots,
   Shoot out yourselves at length, as your forced stings
   Would hide themselves within his maliced sides,
   To whom I shall apply you. Stay! the shine
   Of this assembly here offends my sight;
   I'll darken that first, and outface their grace.
   Wonder not, if I stare: these fifteen weeks,
   So long as since the plot was but an embrion,
   Have I, with burning lights mixt vigilant thoughts,
   In expectation of this hated play,
   To which at last I am arrived as Prologue.
   Nor would I you should look for other looks,
   Gesture, or compliment from me, than what
   The infected bulk of Envy can afford:
   For I am risse here with a covetous hope,
   To blast your pleasures and destroy your sports,
   With wrestings, comments, applications,
   Spy-like suggestions, privy whisperings,
   And thousand such promoting sleights as these.
   Mark how I will begin: The scene is, ha!
   Rome? Rome? and Rome? Crack, eye-strings, and your balls
   Drop into earth; let me be ever blind.
   I am prevented; all my hopes are crost,
   Check'd, and abated; fie, a freezing sweat
   Flows forth at all my pores, my entrails burn:
   What should I do? Rome! Rome! O my vext soul,
   How might I force this to the present state?
   Are there no players here?  no poet apes,
   That come with basilisk' s eyes, whose forked tongues
   Are steeped in venom, as their hearts in gall?
   Either of these would help me; they could wrest,
   Pervert, and poison all they hear or see,
   With senseless glosses, and allusions.
   Now, if you be good devils, fly me not.
   You know what dear and ample faculties
   I have endowed you with: I'll lend you more.
   Here, take my snakes among you, come and eat,
   And while the squeez'd juice flows in your black jaws,
   Help me to damn the author. Spit it forth
   Upon his lines, and shew your rusty teeth
   At every word, or accent: or else choose
   Out of my longest vipers, to stick down
   In your deep throats; and let the heads come forth
   At your rank mouths; that he may see you arm'd
   With triple malice, to hiss, sting, and tear.
   His work and him; to forge, and then declaim,
   Traduce, corrupt, apply, inform, suggest;
   O, these are gifts wherein your souls are blest.
   What? Do you hide yourselves? will none appear?
   None answer? what, doth this calm troop affright you?
   Nay, then I do despair; down, sink again:
   This travail is all lost with my dead hopes.
   If in such bosoms spite have left to dwell,
   Envy is not on earth, nor scarce in hell.   [Descends slowly.



                  The third sounding.

          [As she disappears, enter PROLOGUE hastily, in armour.

   Stay, monster, ere thou sink-thus on thy head
   Set we our bolder foot; with which we tread
   Thy malice into earth: so Spite should die,
   Despised and scorn'd by noble industry.
   If any muse why I salute the stage,
   An armed Prologue; know, 'tis a dangerous age:
   Wherein who writes, had need present his scenes
   Forty-fold proof against the conjuring means
   Of base detractors, and illiterate apes,
   That fill up rooms in fair and formal shapes.
   'Gainst these, have we put on this forced defence:
   Whereof the allegory and hid sense
   Is, that a well erected confidence
   Can fright their pride, and laugh their folly hence.
   Here now, put case our author should, once more,
   Swear that his play were good; he doth implore,
   You would not argue him of arrogance:
   Howe'er that common spawn of ignorance,
   Our fry of writers, may beslime his fame,
   And give his action that adulterate name.
   Such full-blown vanity he more doth loth,
   Than base dejection; there's a mean 'twixt both,
   Which with a constant firmness he pursues,
   As one that knows the strength of his own Muse.
   And this he hopes all free souls will allow:
   Others that take it with a rugged brow,
   Their moods he rather pities than envies:
   His mind it is above their injuries.




                              ACT I

     SCENE 1--Scene draws, and discovers OVID in his study.


  Ovid.
     Then, when this body falls in funeral fire,
     My name shall live, and my best part aspire.
     It shall go so.

                               [Enter Luscus, with a gown and cap.

  LUSC. Young master, master Ovid, do you hear? Gods a'me! away with
  your songs and sonnets and on with your gown and cap quickly: here,
  here, your father will be a man of this room presently. Come, nay,
  nay, nay, nay, be brief. These verses too, a poison on 'em! I
  cannot abide them, they make me ready to cast, by the
  banks of Helicon! Nay, look, what a rascally untoward thing this
  poetry is; I could tear them now.

  Ovid. Give me; how near is my father?

  Lusc. Heart a'man: get a law book in your hand, I will not answer
  you else. [Ovid puts on his cap and gown ]. Why so! now there's
  some formality in you. By Jove, and three or four of the gods more,
  I am right of mine old master's humour for that; this villainous
  poetry will undo you, by the welkin.

  Ovid. What, hast thou buskins on, Luscus, that thou swearest so
  tragically and high?

  Lusc. No, but I have boots on, sir, and so has your father too by
  this time; for he call'd for them ere I came from the lodging.

  Ovid. Why, was he no readier?

  Lusc. O no; and there was the mad skeldering captain, with the
  velvet arms, ready to lay hold on him as he comes down: he that
  presses every man he meets, with an oath to lend him money, and
  cries, Thou must do't, old boy, as thou art a man, a man of
  worship.

  Ovid. Who, Pantilius Tucca?

  Lus. Ay, he; and I met little master Lupus, the tribune, going
  thither too.

  Ovid. Nay, an he be under their arrest, I may with safety enough
  read over my elegy before he come.

  Lus. Gods a'me! what will you do? why, young master, you are not
  Castalian mad, lunatic, frantic, desperate, ha!

  Ovid. What ailest thou, Luscus?

  Lus. God be with you, sir; I'll leave you to your poetical fancies,
  and furies. I'll not be guilty, I.                   [Exit.

  Ovid.
     Be not, good ignorance. I'm glad th'art gone;
     For thus alone, our ear shall better judge
     The hasty errors of our morning muse.

     Envy, why twit'st thou me my time's spent ill,
     And call'st my verse, fruits of an idle quill?
     Or that, unlike the line from whence I sprung,
     War's dusty honours I pursue not young?
     Or that I study not the tedious laws,
     And prostitute my voice in every cause?
     Thy scope is mortal; mine eternal fame,
     Which through the world shall ever chaunt my name.
     Homer will live whilst Tenedos stands, and Ide,
     Or, to the sea, fleet Simois doth slide:
     And so shall Hesiod too, while vines do bear,
     Or crooked sickles crop the ripen'd ear.
     Callimachus, though in invention low,
     Shall still be sung, since he in art doth flow.
     No loss shall come to Sophocles' proud vein;
     With sun and moon, Aratus shall remain.
     While slaves be false, fathers hard, and bawds be whorish
     Whilst harlots flatter, shall Menander flourish.
     Ennius, though rude, and Accius's high-rear'd strain,
     A fresh applause in every age shall gain,
     Of Varro's name, what ear shall not be told,
     Of Jason's Argo and the fleece of gold?
     Then shall Lucretius' lofty numbers die,
     When earth and seas in fire and flame shall fry.
     Tityrus, Tillage, AEnee shall be read,
     Whilst Rome of all the conquered world is head!
     Till Cupid's fires be out, and his bow broken,
     Thy verses, neat Tibullus, shall be spoken.
     Our Gallus shall be known from east to west;
     So shall Lycoris, whom he now loves best.
     The suffering plough-share or the flint may wear;
     But heavenly Poesy no death can fear.
     Kings shall give place to it, and kingly shows,
     The banks o'er which gold-bearing Tagus flows.
     Kneel hinds to trash: me let bright Phoebus swell
     With cups full flowing from the Muses' well.
     Frost-fearing myrtle shall impale my head,
     And of sad lovers I be often read.
     Envy the living, not the dead, doth bite!
     For after death all men receive their right.
     Then, when this body falls in funeral fire,
     My name shall live, and my best part aspire.

                           Enter OVID senior, followed by Luscus,
                              Tucca, and Lupus.

  Ovid se. Your name shall live, indeed, sir! you say true: but how
  infamously, how scorn'd and contemn'd in the eyes and ears of the
  best and gravest Romans, that you think not on; you never so much
  as dream of that. Are these the fruits of all my travail and
  expenses? Is this the scope and aim of thy studies? Are these the
  hopeful courses, wherewith I have so long flattered my expectation
  from thee? Verses! Poetry! Ovid, whom I thought to see the pleader,
  become Ovid the play-maker!

  Ovid ju. No, sir.

  Ovid se. Yes, sir; I hear of a tragedy of yours coming forth for
  the common players there, call'd Medea. By my household gods, if I
  come to the acting of it, I'll add one tragic part more than is yet
  expected to it: believe me, when I promise it. What! shall I have
  my son a stager now? an enghle for players? a gull, a rook, a
  shot-clog, to make suppers, and be laugh'd at? Publius, I will set
  thee on the funeral pile first.

  Ovid ju. Sir, I beseech you to have patience.

  Lus. Nay, this 'tis to have your ears damn'd up to good counsel. I
  did augur all this to him beforehand, without poring into an ox's
  paunch for the matter, and yet he would not be scrupulous.

  Tuc. How now, goodman slave! what, rowly-powly? all rivals, rascal?
  Why, my master of worship, dost hear? are these thy best projects?
  is this thy designs and thy discipline, to suffer knaves to be
  competitors with commanders and gentlemen? Are we parallels, rascal,
  are we parallels?

  Ovid se. Sirrah, go get my horses ready. You'll still be prating.

  Tuc. Do, you perpetual stinkard, do, go; talk to tapsters and
  ostlers, you slave; they are in your element, go; here be the
  emperor's captains, you raggamuffin rascal, and not your comrades.
                                                       [Exit Luscus.
  Lup. Indeed. Marcus Ovid, these players are an idle generation, and
  do much harm in a state, corrupt young gentry very much, I know it;
  I have not been a tribune thus long and observed nothing: besides,
  they will rob us, us, that are magistrates, of our respect, bring
  us upon their stages, and make us ridiculous to the plebeians; they
  will play you or me, the wisest men they can come by still, only to
  bring us in contempt with the vulgar, and make us cheap.

  Tur. Thou art in the right, my venerable cropshin, they will
  indeed; the tongue of the oracle never twang'd truer. Your courtier
  cannot kiss his mistress's slippers in quiet for them; nor your
  white innocent gallant pawn his revelling suit to make his punk a
  supper. An honest decayed commander cannot skelder, cheat, nor be
  seen in a bawdy-house, but he shall be straight in one of their
  wormwood comedies. They are grown licentious, the rogues;
  libertines, flat libertines. They forget they are in the statute,
  the rascals; they are blazon'd there; there they are trick'd, they
  and their pedigrees; they need no other heralds, I wiss.

  Ovid se. Methinks, if nothing else, yet this alone, the very
  reading of the public edicts, should fright thee from commerce with
  them, and give thee distaste enough of their actions. But this
  betrays what a student you are, this argues your proficiency in the
  law!

  Ovid ju.
     They wrong me, sir, and do abuse you more,
     That blow your ears with these untrue reports.
     I am not known unto the open stage,
     Nor do I traffic in their theatres:
     Indeed, I do acknowledge, at request
     Of some near friends, and honourable Romans,
     I have begun a poem of that nature.

  Ovid se. You have, sir, a poem! and where is it? That's the law you
  study.

  Ovid ju. Cornelius Gallus borrowed it to read.

  Ovid se. Cornelius Gallus! there's another gallant too hath drunk
  of the same poison, and Tibullus and Propertius. But these are
  gentlemen of means and revenues now. Thou art a younger brother,
  and hast nothing but they bare exhibition; which I protest shall be
  bare indeed, if thou forsake not these unprofitable by-courses,
  and that timely too. Name me a profest poet, that his poetry did
  ever afford him so much as a competency. Ay, your god of poets
  there, whom all of you admire and reverence so much, Homer, he
  whose worm-eaten statue must not be spewed against, but with
  hallow'd lips and groveling adoration, what was he? what was he?

  Tuc. Marry, I'll tell thee, old swaggerer; he was a poor blind,
  rhyming rascal, that lived obscurely up and down in booths and
  tap-houses, and scarce ever made a good meal in his sleep, the
  whoreson hungry beggar.

  Ovid se. He says well:--nay, I know this nettles you now; but
  answer me, is it not true? You'll tell me his name shall live; and
  that now being dead his works have eternised him, and made him
  divine: but could this divinity feed him while he lived? could his
  name feast him?

  Tuc. Or purchase him a senator's revenue, could it?

  Ovid se. Ay, or give him place in the commonwealth? worship, or
  attendants? make him be carried in his litter?

  Tuc. Thou speakest sentences, old Bias.

  Lup. All this the law will do, young sir, if you'll follow it.

  Ovid se. If he be mine, he shall follow and observe what I will apt
  him to, or I profess here openly and utterly to disclaim him.

  Ovid ju.
     Sir, let me crave you will forego these moods;
     I will be any thing, or study any thing;
     I'll prove the unfashion'd body of the law
     Pure elegance, and make her rugged'st strains
     Run smoothly as Propertius' elegies

  Ovid se. Propertius' elegies? good!

  Lup. Nay, you take him too quickly, Marcus

  Ovid se. Why, he cannot speak, he cannot think out of poetry; he is
  bewitch'd with it.

  Lup. Come, do not misprise him. Ovid se. Misprise! ay, marry, I
  would have him use some such words now; they have some touch, some
  taste of the law. He should make himself a style out of these, and
  let his Propertius' elegies go by.

  Lup. Indeed, young Publius, he that will now hit the mark, must
  shoot through the law; we have no other planet reigns, and in that
  sphere you may sit and sing with angels. Why, the law makes a man
  happy, without respecting any other merit; a simple scholar, or
  none at all, may be a lawyer.

  Tuc. He tells thee true, my noble neophyte; my little gram
  maticaster, he does: it shall never put thee to thy mathematics,
  metaphysics, philosophy, and I know not what supposed Suficiencies;
  if thou canst but have the patience to plod enough, talk, and make
  a noise enough, be impudent enough, and 'tis enough.

  Lup. Three books will furnish you. Tuc. And the less art the
  better: besides, when it shall be in the power of thy chevril
  conscience, to do right or wrong at thy pleasure, my pretty
  Alcibiades.

  Lup. Ay, and to have better men than himself, by many thousand
  degrees, to observe him, and stand bare.

  Tuc. True, and he to carry himself proud and stately, and have the
  law on his side for't, old boy.

  Ovid se. Well, the day grows old, gentlemen, and I must leave
  you. Publius, if thou wilt hold my favour, abandon these idle,
  fruitless studies, that so bewitched thee. Send Janus home his back
  face again, and look only forward to the law: intend that. I will I
  allow thee what shall suit thee in the rank of gentlemen, and
  maintain thy society with the best; and under these conditions I
  leave thee. My blessings light upon thee, if thou respect them; if
  not, mine eyes may drop for thee, but thine own heart will ache for
  itself; and so farewell! What, are my horses come?

  Lus. Yes, sir, they are at the gate Without.

  Ovid se. That's well.--Asinius Lupus, a word. Captain, I shall take
  my leave of you?

  Tuc. No, my little old boy, dispatch with Cothurnus there: I'll
  attend thee, I--

  Lus. To borrow some ten drachms: I know his project.
                                                           [Aside.
  Ovid se. Sir, you shall make me beholding to you. Now, captain
  Tucca, what say you?

  Tuc. Why, what should say, or what can I say, my flower O' the
  order? Should I say thou art rich, or that thou art honourable, or
  wise, or valiant, or learned, or liberal? why, thou art all these,
  and thou knowest it, my noble Lucullus, thou knowest it. Come, be
  not ashamed of thy virtues, old stump: honour's a good brooch to
  wear in a man's hat at all times. Thou art the man of war's
  Mecaenas, old boy. Why shouldst not thou be graced then by them, as
  well as he is by his poets?
                                     [Enter PYRGUS and whispers TUCCA.
  How now, my carrier, what news?

  Lus. The boy has stayed within for his cue this half-hour.
                                                        [Aside.
  Tuc. Come, do not whisper to me, but speak it out: what; it is no
  treason against the state I hope, is it?

  Lus. Yes, against the state of my master's purse.
                                                   [Aside, and exit.
  Pyr. [aloud.] Sir, Agrippa desires you to forbear him till the next
  week; his mules are not yet come up.

  Tuc. His mules! now the bots, the spavin, and the glanders, and
  some dozen diseases more, light on him and his mules! What, have
  they the yellows, his mules, that they come no faster? or are
  they foundered, ha? his mules have the staggers belike, have they?

  Pyr. O no, sir;--then your tongue might be suspected for one of his
  mules.
                                                       [Aside.
  Tuc He owes me almost a talent, and he thinks to bear it away with
  his mules, does he? Sirrah, you nut cracker. Go your ways to him
  again, and tell him I must have money, I: I cannot eat stones and
  turfs, say. What, will he clem me and my followers? ask him an he
  will clem me; do, go. He would have me fry my jerkin, would he?
  Away, setter, away. Yet, stay, my little tumbler, this old boy
  shall supply now. I will not trouble him, I cannot be importunate,
  I; I cannot be impudent.

  Pyr. Alas, sir, no; you are the most maidenly blushing creature
  upon the earth.
                                                         [Aside
  Tuc. Dost thou hear, my little six and fifty, or thereabouts? thou
  art not to learn the humours and tricks of that old bald cheater,
  Time; thou hast not this chain for nothing. Men of worth have their
  chimeras, as well as other creatures; and they do see monsters
  sometimes, they do, they do, brave boy.

  Pyr. Better cheap than he shall see you, I warrant him.
                                                         [Aside.
  Tuc. Thou must let me have six-six drachma, I mean, old boy: thou
  shalt do it; I tell thee, old boy, thou shalt, and in private
  too,--dost thou see?--Go, walk off: [to the Boy]-There, there. Six
  is the sum. Thy son's a gallant spark and must not be put out of a
  sudden. Come hither, Callimachus; thy father tells me thou art too
  poetical, boy: thou must not be so; thou must leave them, young
  novice, thou must; they are a sort of poor starved rascals, that
  are ever wrap'd up in foul linen; and can boast of nothing but a
  lean visage, peering out of a seam-rent suit, the very emblems of
  beggary. No, dost hear, turn lawyer, thou shalt be my solicitor.---
  'Tis right, old boy, is't?

  Ovid Sr. You were best tell it, captain.

  Tuc. No; fare thou well, mine honest horseman; and thou, old
  beaver. [To Lupus]-Pray thee, Roman, when thou comest to town, see
  me at my lodging, visit me sometimes? thou shalt be welcome. old
  boy. Do not balk me, good swaggerer. Jove keep thy chain from
  pawning; go thy ways, if thou lack money I'll lend thee some; I'll
  leave thee to thy horse now. Adieu...

  Ovid Sr. Farewell, good captain.

  Tuc. Boy, you can have but half a share now, boy
                                           [Exit, followed by Pyrgus.
  Ovid Sr. 'Tis a strange boldness that accompanies this fellow. Come.

  Ovid ju. I'll give attendance on you to your horse, sir, please
  you.

  Ovid se. No; keep your chamber, and fall to your studies; do so:
  The gods of Rome bless thee!                      [Exit with Lupus.

  Ovid ju.
     And give me stomach to digest this law:
     That should have follow'd sure, had I been he.
     O, sacred Poesy, thou spirit of arts,
     The soul of science, and the queen of souls;
     What profane violence, almost sacrilege,
     Hath here been offered thy divinities!
     That thine own guiltless poverty should arm
     Prodigious ignorance to wound thee thus!
     For thence is all their force of argument,
     Drawn forth against thee; or, from the abuse
     Of thy great powers in adulterate brains:
     When, would men learn but to distinguish spirits
     And set true difference 'twixt those jaded wits
     That run a broken pace for common hire,
     And the high raptures of a happy muse,
     Borne on the wings of her immortal thought,
     That kicks at earth with a disdainful heel,
     And beats at heaven gates with her bright hoofs;
     They would not then, with such distorted faces,
     And desperate censures, stab at Poesy.
     They would admire bright knowledge, and their minds
     Should ne'er descend on so unworthy objects
     As gold, or titles; they would dread far more
     To be thought ignorant, than be known poor.
     The time was once, when wit drown'd wealth; but now,
     Your only barbarism is t'have wit, and want.
     No matter now in virtue who excels,
     He that hath coin, hath all perfection else.

  Tib. [within.] Ovid!

  Ovid. Who's there? Come in.
                                                     Enter Tibullus.
  Tib. Good morrow, lawyer.

  Ovid. Good morrow, dear Tibullus; welcome: sit down.

  Tib. Not I. What, so hard at it? Let's see, what's here? Numa in
  decimo nono. I Nay, I will see it

  Ovid. Prithee away

  Tib.
     If thrice in field a man vanquish his foe,
     'Tis after in his choice to serve or no.
      How, now, Ovid! Law cases in verse?

  Ovid. In truth, I know not; they run from my pen unwittingly if
  they be verse. What's the news abroad?

  Tib. Off with this. gown; I come to have thee walk.

  Ovid. No, good Tibullus, I'm not now in case. Pray let me alone.

  Tib. How! Not in case?
     Slight, thou'rt in too much case, by all this law.

  Ovid.
     Troth, if I live, I will new dress the law
     In sprightly Poesy's habiliments.

  Tib. The hell thou wilt! What! turn law into verse
  Thy father has school'd thee, I see. Here, read that same;
  There's subject for you; and, if I mistake not, A supersedeas
  to your melancholy.

  Ovid. How! subscribed Julia! O my life, my heaven!

  Tib. Is the mood changed?

  Ovid.
     Music of wit! note for th' harmonious spheres!
     Celestial accents, how you ravish me!

  Tib. What is it, Ovid?

  Ovid. That I must meet my Julia, the princess Julia.

  Tib. Where?

  Ovid. Why, at---
     Heart, I've forgot; my passion so transports me.

  Tib.
     I'll save your pains: it is at Albius' house,
     The jeweller's, where the fair Lycoris lies.

  Ovid. Who? Cytheris, Cornelius Gallus' love?

  Tib. Ay, he'll be there too, and my Plautia.

  Ovid. And why not your Delia?

  Tib. Yes, and your Corinna.

  Ovid.
     True; but, my sweet Tibullus, keep that secret
     I would not, for all Rome, it should be thought
     I veil bright Julia underneath that name:
     Julia, the gem and jewel of my soul,
     That takes her honours from the golden sky,
     As beauty doth all lustre from her eye.
     The air respires the pure Elysian sweets
     In which she breathes, and from her looks descend
     The glories of the summer. Heaven she is,
     Praised in herself above all praise; and he
     Which hears her speak, would swear the tuneful orbs
     Turn'd in his zenith only.

  Tib. Publius, thou'lt lose thyself.

  Ovid.
     O, in no labyrinth can I safelier err,
     Than when I lose myself in praising her.
     Hence, law, and welcome Muses, though not rich,
     Yet are you pleasing: let's be reconciled,
     And new made one. Henceforth, I promise faith
     And all my serious hours to spend with you;
     With you, whose music striketh on my heart,
     And with bewitching tones steals forth my spirit,
     In Julia's name; fair Julia: Julia's love
     Shall be a law, and that sweet law I'll study,
     The law and art of sacred Julia's love:
     All other objects will but abjects prove.

  Tib. Come, we shall have thee as passionate as Propertius, anon.

  Ovid. O, how does my Sextus?

  Tib. Faith, full of sorrow for his Cynthia's death.

  Ovid. What, still?

  Tib.
     Still, and still more, his griefs do grow upon him
     As do his hours. Never did I know
     An understanding spirit so take to heart
     The common work of Fate.

  Ovid.
     O, my Tibullus,
     Let us not blame him; for against such chances
     The heartiest strife of virtue is not proof.
     We may read constancy and fortitude.
     To other souls; but had ourselves been struck
     With the like planet, had our loves, like his,
     Been ravish'd from us by injurious death,
     And in the height and heat of our best days,
     It would have crack'd our sinews, shrunk our veins,
     And made our very heart-strings jar, like his.
     Come, let's go take him forth, and prove if mirth
     Or company will but abate his passion.

  Tib. Content, and I implore the gods it may.
                                                        [Exeunt.





                                 ACT II


                    SCENE I. A Room in ALBIUS'S House.
                       Enter ALBIUS and CRISPINUS.

  Alb. Master Crispinus, you are welcome: pray use a stool, sir. Your
  cousin Cytheris will come down presently. We are so busy for the
  receiving of these courtiers here, that I can scarce be a minute
  with myself, for thinking of them: Pray you sit, sir; pray you sit,
  sir.

  Crisp. I am very well, sir. Never trust me, but your are most
  delicately seated here, full of sweet delight and blandishment! an
  excellent air, an excellent air!

  Alb. Ay, sir, 'tis a pretty air. These courtiers run in my mind
  still; I must look out. For Jupiter's sake, sit, sir; or please you
  walk into the garden? There's a garden on the back-side.

  Crisp. I am most strenuously well, I thank you, sir.

  Alb. Much good do you, sir.
                                      [Enter CHLOE, with two Maids.
  Chloe. Come, bring those perfumes forward a little, and strew some
  roses and violets here: Fie! here be rooms savour the most
  pitifully rank that ever I felt. I cry the gods mercy, [sees
  Albius] my husband's in the wind of us!

  Alb. Why, this is good, excellent, excellent! well said, my sweet
  Chloe; trim up your house most obsequiously.

  Chloe. For Vulcan's sake, breathe somewhere else; in troth you
  overcome our perfumes exceedingly; you are too predominant.

  Alb. Hear but my opinion, sweet wife.

  Chloe. A pin for your pinion! In sincerity, if you be thus fulsome
  to me in every thing, I'll be divorced. Gods my body! you know what
  you were before I married you; I was a gentlewoman born, I; I lost
  all my friends to be a citizen's wife, because I heard, indeed,
  they kept their wives as fine as ladies; and that we might rule our
  husbands like ladies, and do what we listed; do you think I would
  have married you else?

  Alb. I acknowledge, sweet wife:--She speaks the best of any woman
  in Italy, and moves as mightily; which makes me, I had rather she
  should make bumps on my head, as big as my two fingers, than I
  would offend her--But, sweet wife--

  Chloe. Yet again! Is it not grace enough for you, that I call you
  husband, and you call me wife; but you must still be poking me,
  against my will, to things?

  Alb. But you know, wife. here are the greatest ladies, and
  gallantest gentlemen of Rome, to be entertained in our house now;
  and I would fain advise thee to entertain them in the best sort,
  i'faith, wife.

  Chloe. In sincerity, did you ever hear a man talk so idly? You
  would seem to be master! you would have your spoke in my cart! you
  would advise me to entertain ladies and gentlemen! Because you can
  marshal your pack-needles, horse-combs, hobby-horses, and
  wall-candlesticks in your warehouse better than I, therefore you
  can tell how to entertain ladies and gentlefolks better than I?

  Alb. O, my sweet wife, upbraid me not with that; gain savours
  sweetly from any thing; he that respects to get, must relish all
  commodities alike, and admit no difference between oade and
  frankincense, or the most precious balsamum and a tar-barrel.

  Chloe. Marry, foh! you sell snuffers too, if you be remember'd; but
  I pray you let me buy them out of your hand; for, I tell you true,
  I take it highly in snuff, to learn how to entertain gentlefolks of
  you, at these years, i'faith. Alas, man, there was not a gentleman
  came to your house in your t'other wife's time, I hope! nor a lady,
  nor music, nor masques! Nor you nor your house were so much as
  spoken of, before I disbased myself, from my hood and my
  farthingal, to these bum-rowls and your whale-bone bodice.

  Alb. Look here, my sweet wife; I am mum, my dear mummia, my
  balsamum, my spermaceti, and my very city of---She has the most
  best, true, feminine wit in Rome!

  Cris. I have heard so, sir; and do most vehemently desire to
  participate the knowledge of her fair features.

  Alb. Ah, peace; you shall hear more anon: be not seen yet, I pray
  you; not yet: observe.
                                                          [Exit.
  Chloe. 'Sbody! give husbands the head a little more, and they'll be
  nothing but head shortly: What's he there?

  1 Maid. I know not, forsooth.

  2 Maid. Who would you speak with, sir?

  Cris. I would speak with my cousin Cytheris.

  2 Maid. He is one, forsooth, would speak with his cousin Cytheris.

  Chloe. Is she your cousin, sir?

  Cris. [coming forward.] Yes, in truth, forsooth, for fault of a
  better.

  Chloe. She is a gentlewoman.

  Cris. Or else she should not be my cousin, I assure you.

  Chloe. Are you a gentleman born?

  Cris. That I am, lady; you shall see mine arms, if it please you.

  Chloe. No, your legs do sufficiently shew you are a gentleman born,
  sir; for a man borne upon little legs, is always a gentleman born.

  Cris. Yet, I pray you, vouchsafe the sight of my arms, mistress;
  for I bear them about me, to have them seen: My name is Crispinus
  or Crispinas indeed; which is well expressed in my arms; a face
  crying in chief; and beneath it a bloody toe, between three thorns
  pungent.

  Chloe. Then you are welcome, sir: now you are a gentleman born, I
  can find in my heart to welcome you; for I am a gentlewoman born
  too, and will bear my head high enough, though 'twere my fortune to
  marry a tradesman.

  Cris. No doubt of that, sweet feature; your carriage shews it in
  any man's eye, that is carried upon you with judgment.
                                               [Re-enter ALBIUS.
  Alb. Dear wife, be not angry.

  Chloe. Gods my passion!

  Alb. Hear me but one thing; let not your maids set cushions in the
  parlour windows, nor in the dining-chamber windows; nor upon
  stools, in either of them, in any case; for 'tis tavern-like: but
  lay them one upon another, in some out-room or corner of the
  dining-chamber.

  Chloe. Go, go; meddle with your bed-chamber only; or rather, with
  your bed in your chamber only; or rather with your wife in your
  bed only; or on my faith I'll not be pleased with you only.

  Alb. Look here, my dear wife, entertain that gentleman kindly, I
  prithee--mum.
                                                        [Exit.
  Chloe. Go, I need your instructions indeed! anger me no more, I
  advise you. Citi-sin, quotha! she's a wise gentlewoman, i'faith,
  will marry herself to the sin of the city.

  Alb. [re-entering.] But this time, and no more, by heav'n, wife:
  hang no pictures in the hall, nor in the dining-chamber, in any
  case; But in the gallery only; for 'tis not courtly else, O' my
  word, wife.

  Chloe. 'Sprecious, never have done!

  Alb. Wife--
                                                        [Exit.
  Chloe. Do I not bear a reasonable corrigible hand over him,,
  Crispinus?

  Cris. By this hand, lady, you hold a most sweet hand over him.

  Alb. [re-entering.] And then, for the great gilt andirons--

  Chloe. Again! Would the andirons were in your great guts for me!

  Alb. I do vanish, wife.
                                                        [Exit.
  Chloe. How shall I do, master Crispinus? here will be all
  the bravest ladies in court presently to see your cousin Cytheris:
  O the gods! how might I behave myself now, as to entertain them
  most courtly?

  Cris. Marry, lady, if you will entertain them most courtly, you
  must do thus: as soon as ever your maid or your man brings you word
  they are come, you must say, A pox on 'em I what do they here? And
  yet, when they come, speak them as fair, and give  them the kindest
  welcome in words that can be....

  Chloe. Is that the fashion of courtiers, Crispinus?

  Cris. I assure you it is, lady; I have observed it.

  Chloe. For your pox, sir, it is easily hit on; but it is not so
  easy to speak fair after, methinks.

  Alb. [re-entering.] O, wife, the coaches are come, on my word; a
  number of coaches and courtiers.

  Chloe. A pox on them! what do they here?

  Alb. How now, wife! would'st thou not have them come?

  Chloe. Come! Come, you are a fool, you.--He knows not the trick
  on't. Call Cytheris, I pray you: and, good master Crispinus,
  you can observe, you say; let me entreat you for all the ladies'
  behaviours, jewels, jests, and attires, that you marking, as well
  as I, we may put both our marks together, when they are gone, and
  confer of them.

  Cris. I warrant you, sweet lady; let me alone to observe till I
  turn myself to nothing but observation.--
                                                   [Enter CYTHERIS.
  Good morrow, cousin Cytheris.

  Cyth. Welcome, kind cousin. What! are they come?

  Alb. Ay, your friend Cornelius Gallus, Ovid, Tibullus, Propertius,
  with Julia, the emperor's daughter, and the lady Plautia, are
  'lighted at the door; and with them Hermogenes Tigellius, the
  excellent musician.

  Cyth. Come, let us go meet them, Chloe.

  Chloe. Observe, Crispinus.

  Crisp. At a hail's breadth, lady, I warrant you.

                          [As they are going out, enter
                           CORNELIUS GALLUS, OVID, TIBULLUS,
                           PROPERTIUS, HERMOGENES, JULIA, and PLAUTIA.

  Gal. Health to the lovely Chloe! you must pardon me, mistress, that
  I prefer this fair gentlewoman.

  Cyth. I pardon and praise you for it, sir; and I beseech your
  excellence, receive her beauties into your knowledge and favour.

  Jul. Cytheris, she hath favour and behaviour, that commands as much
  of me: and, sweet Chloe, know I do exceedingly love you, and that I
  will approve in any grace my father the emperor may shew you. Is
  this your husband?

  Alb. For fault of a better, if it please your highness.

  Chloe. Gods my life, how he shames me!

  Cyth. Not a whit, Chloe, they all think you politic and witty; wise
  women choose not husbands for the eye, merit, or birth, but wealth
  and sovereignty.

  Ovid. Sir, we all come to gratulate, for the good report of you.

  Tib. And would be glad to deserve your love, sir.

  Alb. My wife will answer you all, gentlemen; I'll come to you again
  presently.
                                                        [Exit.
  Plau. You have chosen you a most fair companion here, Cytheris, and
  a very fair house.

  Cyth. To both which, you and all my friends are very welcome,
  Plautia.

  Chloe. With all my heart, I assure your ladyship.

  Plau. Thanks, sweet mistress Chloe.

  Jul. You must needs come to court, lady, i'faith, and there be sure
  your welcome shall be as great to us.

  Ovid. She will deserve it, madam; I see, even in her looks, gentry,
  and general worthiness.

  Tib. I have not seen a more certain character of an excellent
  disposition.

  Alb. [re-entering.] Wife!

  Chloe. O, they do so commend me here, the courtiers! what's the
  matter now?

  Alb. For the banquet, sweet wife.

  Chloe. Yes; and I must needs come to court, and be welcome, the
  princess says.
                                                 [Exit with Albius.
  Gal. Ovid and Tibullus, you may be bold to welcome your mistress
  here.

  Ovid. We find it so, sir.

  Tib. And thank Cornelius Gallus.

  Ovid. Nay, my sweet Sextus, in faith thou art not sociable.

  Prop.
     In faith I am not, Publius; nor I cannot.
     Sick minds are like sick men that burn with fevers,
     Who when they drink, please but a present taste,
     And after bear a more impatient fit.
     Pray let me leave you; I offend you all,
     And myself most.

  Gal. Stay, sweet Propertius.

  Tib.
     You yield too much unto your griefs and fate,
     Which never hurts, but when we say it hurts us.

  Prop.
     O peace, Tibullus; your philosophy
     Lends you too rough a hand to search my wounds.
     Speak they of griefs, that know to sigh and grieve:
     The free and unconstrained spirit feels
     No weight of my oppression.
                                                [Exit.
  Ovid.
     Worthy Roman!
     Methinks I taste his misery, and could
     Sit down, and chide at his malignant stars.

  Jul. Methinks I love him, that he loves so truly.

  Cyth. This is the perfect'st love, lives after death.

  Gal. Such is the constant ground of virtue still.

  Plau. It puts on an inseparable face.
                                             [re-enter CHLOE.
  Chloe. Have you mark'd every thing, Crispinus?

  Cris. Every thing, I warrant you.

  Chloe. What gentlemen are these? do you know them?

  Cris. Ay, they are poets, lady.

  Chloe. Poets! they did not talk of me since I went, did they?

  Cris. O yes, and extolled your perfections to the heavens.

  Chloe. Now in sincerity they be the finest kind of men that ever
  I knew: Poets! Could not one get the emperor to make my husband
  a poet, think you?

  Cris. No, lady, 'tis love and beauty make poets: and since you like
  poets so well, your love and beauties shall make me a poet.

  Chloe. What! shall they? and such a one as these?

  Cris. Ay, and a better than these: I would be sorry else.

  Chloe. And shall your looks change, and your hair change, and all,
  like these?

  Cris. Why, a man may be a poet, and yet not change his hair, lady.

  Chloe. Well, we shall see your cunning: yet, if you can change your
  hair, I pray do.
                                              [Re-enter Albius.
  Alb. Ladies, and lordlings, there's a slight banquet stays within
  for you; please you draw near, and accost it.

  Jul. We thank you, good Albius: but when shall we see those
  excellent jewels you are commended to have?

  Alb. At your ladyship's service.--I got that speech by seeing a
  play last day, and it did me some grace now: I see, 'tis good to
  collect sometimes; I'll frequent these plays more than I have done,
  now I come to be familiar with courtiers.             [Aside.

  Gal. Why, how now, Hermogenes? what ailest thou, trow?

  Her, A little melancholy; let me alone, prithee.

  Gal. Melancholy I how so?

  Her. With riding: a plague on all coaches for me!

  Chloe. Is that hard-favour'd gentleman a poet too, Cytheris?

  Cyth. No, this is Hermogenes: as humorous as a poet, though: he is
  a musician.

  Chloe. A musician! then he can sing.

  Cyth. That he can, excellently; did you never hear him?

  Chloe. O no: will he be entreated, think you?

  Cyth. I know not.--Friend, mistress Chloe would fain hear
  Hermogenes sing: are you interested in him?

  Gal. No doubt, his own humanity will command him so far, to the
  satisfaction of so fair a beauty; but rather than fail, we'll all
  be suitors to him.

  Her. 'Cannot sing.

  Gal. Prithee, Hermogenes.

  Her. 'Cannot sing.

  Gal. For honour of this gentlewoman, to whose house I know thou
  mayest be ever welcome.

  Chloe. That he shall, in truth, sir, if he can sing.

  Ovid. What's that?

  Gal. This gentlewoman is wooing Hermogenes for a song.

  Ovid. A song! come, he shall not deny her. Hermogenes!

  Her. 'Cannot sing.

  Gal. No, the ladies must do it; he stays but to have their thanks
  acknowledged as a debt to his cunning.

  Jul. That shall not want; ourself will be the first shall promise
  to pay him more than thanks, upon a favour so worthily vouchsafed.

  Her. Thank you, madam; but 'will not sing.

  Tib. Tut, the only way to win him, is to abstain from entreating
  him.

  Cris: Do you love singing, lady?

  Chloe. O, passingly.

  Cris. Entreat the ladies to entreat me to sing then, I beseech you.

  Chloe. I beseech your grace, entreat this gentleman to sing.

  Jul. That we will, Chloe; can he sing excellently?

  Chloe. I think so, madam; for he entreated me to entreat you to
  entreat him to sing.

  Cris. Heaven and earth! would you tell that?

  Jul. Good, sir, let's entreat you to use your voice.

  Cris. Alas, madam, I cannot, in truth.

  Fla. The gentleman is modest: I warrant you he sings excellently.

  Ovid. Hermogenes, clear your throat: I see by him, here's a
  gentleman will worthily challenge you.

  Cris. Not I, sir, I'll challenge no man.

  Tib. That's your modesty, sir; but we, out of an assurance of your
  excellency, challenge him in your behalf.

  Cris. I thank you, gentlemen, I'll do my best.

  Her. Let that best be good, sir, you were best.

  Gal. O, this contention is excellent! What is't you sing, sir?

  Cris. If I freely may discover, sir; I'll sing that.

  Ovid. One of your own compositions, Hermogenes. He offers you
  vantage enough.

  Cris. Nay, truly, gentlemen, I'll challenge no man.--I can sing but
  one staff of the ditty neither.

  Gal. The better: Hermogenes himself will be entreated to sing the
  other.

                          CRISPINUS sings.

                    If I freely may discover
                    What would please me in my lover,
                    I would have her fair and witty,
                    Savouring more of court than city;
                    A little proud, but full of pity:
                    Light and humorous in her toying,
                    Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,
                    Long, but sweet in the enjoying;
                    Neither too easy nor too hard:
                    All extremes I would have barr'd.

  Gal. Believe me, sir, you sing most excellently.

  Ovid. If there were a praise above excellence, the gentleman highly
  deserves it.

  Her. Sir, all this doth not yet make me envy you; for I know I sing
  better than you.

  Tib. Attend Hermogenes, now.

                          HERMOGENES, accompanied.

                    She should be allow'd her passions,
                    So they were but used as fashions;
                    Sometimes froward, and then frowning,
                    Sometimes sickish and then swowning,
                    Every fit with change still crowning.
                    Purely jealous I would have her,
                    Then only constant when I crave her:
                    'Tis a virtue should not save her.
                    Thus, nor her delicates would cloy me,
                    Neither her peevishness annoy me.

  Jill. Nay, Hermogenes, your merit hath long since been 'both known
  and admired of us.

  Her. You shall hear me sing another. Now will I begin.

  Gal. We shall do this gentleman's banquet too much wrong, that
  stays for us, ladies.

  Jul. 'Tis true; and well thought on, Cornelius Gallus.

  Her. Why, 'tis but a short air, 'twill be done presently, pray
  stay: strike, music.

  Ovid. No, good Hermogenes; we'll end this difference within.

  Jul. 'Tis the common disease of all your musicians, that they know
  no mean. to be entreated either to begin or end.

  Alb. Please you lead the way, gentles.

  All. Thanks, good Albius.
                                           [Exeunt all but Albius.
  Alb. O, what a charm of thanks was here put upon me! O Jove, what a
  setting forth it is to a man to have many courtiers come to his
  house! Sweetly was it said of a good old housekeeper, I had, rather
  want meat, than want guests, especially, if they be courtly guests.
  For, never trust me, if one of their good legs made in a house be
  not worth all the good cheer a man can make them. He that would
  have fine guests, let him have a fine wife! he that would have a
  fine wife, let him come to me.
                                            [Re-enter CRISPINUS.
  Cris. By your kind leave, master Albius.

  Alb. What, you are not gone, master Crispinus?

  Cris. Yes, faith, I have a design draws me hence: pray, sir,
  fashion me an excuse to the ladies.

  Alb. Will you not stay and see the jewels, sir? I pray you stay.

  Cris. Not for a million, sir, now. Let it suffice, I must
  relinquish; and so, in a word, please you to expiate this
  compliment.

  Alb. Mum.
                                                  [Exit.
  Cris. I'll presently go and enghle some broker for a poet's gown,
  and bespeak a garland: and then, jeweller, look to your best jewel,
  i'faith.
                                                  [Exit.




                               ACT III


                SCENE I.-The Via Sacra (or Holy Street).

                   Enter HORACE, CRISPINUS following.

  Hor. Umph! yes, I will begin an ode so; and it shall be to
  Mecaenas.

  Oris.'Slid, yonder's Horace! they say he's an excellent poet:
  Mecaenas loves him. I'll fall into his acquaintance, if I can; I
  think he be composing as he goes in the street! ha! 'tis a good
  humour, if he be: I'll compose too.

  Hor.
     Swell me a bowl with lus'y wine,
     Till I may see the plump Lyoeus swim
                      Above the brim:
     I drink as I would write,
     In flowing measure fill'd with flame and sprite.

  Cris. Sweet Horace, Minerva and the Muses stand auspicious to thy
  designs! How farest thou, sweet man? frolic? rich? gallant? ha!

  Hor. Not greatly gallant, Sir; like my fortunes, well: I am bold to
  take my leave, Sir; you'll nought else, Sir, would you?

  Cris. Troth, no, but I could wish thou didst know us, Horace; we
  are a scholar, I assure thee.

  Hor. A scholar, Sir! I shall be covetous of your fair knowledge.

  Cris. Gramercy, good Horace. Nay, we are new turn'd poet too, which
  is more; and a satirist too, which is more than that: I write just
  in thy vein, I. I am for your odes, or your sermons, or any thing
  indeed; we are a gentleman besides; our name is Rufus Laberius
  Crispinus; we are a pretty Stoic too.

  Hor. To the proportion of your beard, I think it, sir.

  Cris. By Phoebus, here's a most neat, fine street, is't not? I
  protest to thee, I am enamoured of this street now, more than of
  half the streets of Rome again; 'tis so polite and terse! there's
  the front of a building now! I study architecture too: if ever I
  should build, I'd have a house just of that prospective.

  Hor. Doubtless, this gallant's tongue has a good turn, when he
  sleeps.                                              [Aside.

  Cris. I do make verses, when I come in such a street as this: O,
  your city ladies, you shall have them sit in every shop like the
  Muses--offering you the Castalian dews, and the Thespian liquors, to
  as many as have but the sweet grace and audacity to sip of their
  lips. Did you never hear any of my verses?

  Bor. No, sir;---but I am in some fear I must now.        [Aside.

  Cris. I'll tell thee some, if I can but recover them, I composed
  even now of a dressing I saw a jeweller's wife wear, who indeed was
  a jewel herself: I prefer that kind of tire now; what's thy
  opinion, Horace?

  Hor. With your silver bodkin, it does well, sir.

  Cris. I cannot tell; but it stirs me more than all your
  court-curls, or your spangles, or your tricks: I affect not
  these high gable-ends, these Tuscan tops, nor your coronets,
  nor your arches, nor your pyramids; give me a fine, sweet-little
  delicate dressing with a bodkin, as you say; and a mushroom
  for all your other ornatures!

  Hor. Is it not possible to make an escape from him?       [Aside.

  Cris. I have remitted my verses all this while; I think I have
  forgot them.

  Hor. Here's he could wish you had else.                  [Aside.

  Chris. Pray Jove I can entreat them of my memory!

  Hor. You put your memory to too much trouble, sir.

  Cris. No, sweet Horace, we must not have thee think so.

  Hor.
     I cry you mercy; then they are my ears
     That must be tortured: well, you must have patience, ears.

  Cris. Pray thee, Horace, observe.

  Hor. Yes, sir; your satin sleeve begins to fret at the rug that is
  underneath it, I do observe: and your ample velvet bases are not
  without evident stains of a hot disposition naturally.

  Cris. O--I'll dye them into another colour, at pleasure: How many
  yards of velvet dost thou think they contain?

  Hor.
     'Heart! I have put him now in a fresh way
      To vex me more:---faith, sir, your mercer's book
      Will tell you With more patience than I can:---
      For I am crost, and so's not that, I think.

  Cris.
     'Slight, these verses have lost me again!
     I shall not invite them to mind, now.

  Hor.
     Rack not your thoughts, good sir; rather defer it
     To a new time; I'll meet you at your lodging,
     Or where you please: 'till then, Jove keep you, sir!

  Cris. Nay, gentle Horace, stay; I have it now.

  Hor.
     Yes, sir. Apollo, Hermes, Jupiter,
     Look down upon me.                             [Aside.

  Cris.
     Rich was thy hap; sweet dainty cap,
               There to be placed;
     Where thy smooth black, sleek white may smack,
               And both be graced.

  White is there usurp'd for her brow; her forehead: and then sleek,
  as the parallel to smooth, that went before. A kind of paranomasie,
  or agnomination: do you conceive, sir?

  Hor. Excellent. Troth, sir, I must be abrupt, and leave you.

  Cris. Why, what haste hast thou? prithee, stay a little; thou shalt
  not go yet, by Phoebus.

  Hor. I shall not! what remedy? fie, how I sweat with suffering!

  Cris. And then

  Hor. Pray, sir, give me leave to wipe my face a little.

  Cris. Yes, do, good Horace.

  Hor.
     Thank you, sir.
     Death! I must crave his leave to p--, anon;.
     Or that I may go hence with half my teeth:
     I am in some such fear. This tyranny
     Is strange, to take mine ears up by commission,
     (Whether I will or no,) and make them stalls
     To his lewd solecisms, and worded trash.
     Happy thou, bold Bolanus, now I say;
     Whose freedom, and impatience of this fellow,
     Would, long ere this, have call'd him fool, and fool,
     And rank and tedious fool! and have flung jests
     As hard as stones, till thou hadst pelted him
     Out of the place; whilst my tame modesty
     Suffers my wit be made a solemn ass,
     To bear his fopperies---                           [Aside.

  Cris. Horace, thou art miserably affected to be gone, I see.
  But--prithee let's prove to enjoy thee a while. Thou hast no
  business, I assure me. Whither is thy journey directed, ha?

  Hor. Sir, I am going to visit a friend that's sick.

  Cris A friend! what is he; do not I know him?

  Hor. No, sir, you do not know him; and 'tis not the worse for him.

  Cris. What's his name 1 where is he lodged?

  Hor. Where I shall be fearful to draw you out of your way, sir; a
  great way hence; pray, sir, let's part.

  Cris. Nay, but where is't? I prithee say.

  Hor. On the far side of all Tyber yonder, by Caesar's gardens.

  Cris. O, that's my course directly; I am for you. Come, go; why
  stand'st thou?

  Hor. Yes, sir: marry, the plague is in that part of the city; I had
  almost forgot to tell you, sir.

  Cris. Foh! it is no matter, I fear no pestilence; I have not
  offended Phoebus.

  Hor.
     I have, it seems, or else this heavy scourge
     Could ne'er have lighted on me.

  Cris. Come along. Hor. I am to go down some half mile this way,
  sir, first, to speak with his physician; and from thence to his
  apothecary, where I shall stay the mixing of divers drugs.

  Cris. Why, it's all one, I have nothing to do, and I love not to be
  idle; I'll bear thee company. How call'st thou the apothecary?

  Hor.
     O that I knew a name would fright him now!---
     Sir, Rhadamanthus, Rhadamanthus, sir.
     There's one so called, is a just judge in hell,
     And doth inflict strange vengeance on all those
     That here on earth torment poor patient spirits.

  Cris. He dwells at the Three Furies, by Janus's temple.

  Hor. Your pothecary does, sir.

  Cris. Heart, I owe him money for sweetmeats, and he has laid to
  arrest me, I hear: but

  Hor: Sir, I have made a most solemn vow, I will never bail any man.

  Oris. Well then, I'll swear, and speak him fair, if the worst come.
  But his name is Minos, not Rhadamanthus, Horace.

  Hor. That may be, sir, I but guess'd at his name by his sign. But
  your Minos is a judge too, sir.

  Cris I protest to thee, Horace, (do but taste me once,) if I do
  know myself, and mine own virtues truly, thou wilt not make that
  esteem of Varius, or Virgil, or Tibullus, or any of 'em indeed, as
  now in thy ignorance thou dost; which I am content to forgive: I
  would fain see which of these could pen more verses in a day, or
  with more facility, than I; or that could court his mistress, kiss
  her hand, make better sport with her fan or her dog

  Hor. I cannot bail you yet, sir.

  Cris. Or that could move his body more gracefully, or dance better;
  you should see me, were it not in the street

  Hor. Nor yet.

  Cris. Why, I have been a reveller, and at my cloth of silver suit
  and my long stocking, in my time, and will be again

  Hor. If you may be trusted, sir.

  Cris. And then, for my singing, Hermogenes himself envies me, that
  is your only master of music you have in Rome.

  Hor. Is your mother living, sir?

  Cris. Ay! convert thy thoughts to somewhat else, I pray thee.

  Hor. You have much of the mother in you, sir: Your father is dead?

  Cris. Ay, I thank Jove, and my grandfather too, and all my
  kinsfolks, and well composed in their urns.

  Hor.
     The more their happiness, that rest in peace,
     Free from the abundant torture of thy tongue:
     Would I were with them too!

  Cris. What's that, Horace?

  Hor.
     I now remember me, sir, of a sad fate
     A cunning woman, one Sabella, sung,
     When in her urn she cast my destiny,
     I being but a child.

  Cris. What was it, I pray thee?

  Hor.
     She told me I should surely never perish
     By famine, poison, or the enemy's sword;
     The hectic fever, cough, or pleurisy,
     Should never hurt me, nor the tardy gout:
     But in my time, I should be once surprised
     By a strong tedious talker, that should vex
     And almost bring me to consumption:
     Therefore, if I were wise, she warn'd me shun
     All such long-winded monsters as my bane;
     For if I could but 'scape that one discourser,
     I might no doubt prove an old aged man.--
     By your leave, Sir.                                  [Going.

  Cris. Tut, tut; abandon this idle humour, 'tis nothing but
  melancholy. 'Fore Jove, now I think on't, I am to appear in court
  here, to answer to one that has me in suit: sweet Horace, go with
  me, this is my hour; if I neglect it, the law proceeds against me.
  Thou art familiar with these things; prithee, if thou lov'st me,
  go.

  Hor.
     Now, let me die, sir, if I know your laws,
     Or have the power to stand still half so long
     In their loud courts, as while a case is argued.
     Besides, you know, sir, where I am to go.
     And the necessity---

  Cris. 'Tis true.

  Hor. I hope the hour of my release be come: he will, upon this
  consideration, discharge me, sure.

  Cris. Troth, I am doubtful what I may best do, whether to leave
  thee or my affairs, Horace.

  Hor. O Jupiter! me, sir, me, by any means; I beseech you, me, sir.

  Cris. No, faith, I'll venture those now; thou shalt see I love
  thee--some, Horace.

  Hor. Nay, then I am desperate: I follow you, sir. 'Tis hard
  contending with a man that overcomes thus.

  Cris. And how deals Mecaenas with thee? liberally, ha? is he open
  handed? bountiful?

  Hor. He's still himself, sir.

  Cris. Troth, Horace, thou art exceeding happy in thy friends and
  acquaintance; they are all most choice spirits, and of the first
  rank of Romans: I do not know that poet, I protest, has used his
  fortune more prosperously than thou hast. If thou wouldst bring me
  known to Mecaenas, I should second thy desert well; thou shouldst
  find a good sure assistant of me, one that would speak all good of
  thee in thy absence, and be content with the next place, not
  envying thy reputation with thy patron. Let me not live, but I
  think thou and I, in a small time, should lift them all out of
  favour, both Virgil, Varius, and the best of them, and enjoy him
  wholly to ourselves.

  Hor.
     Gods, you do know it, I can hold no longer;
     This brize has prick'd my patience. Sir, your silkness
     Clearly mistakes Mecaenas and his house,
     To think there breathes a spirit beneath his roof,
     Subject unto those poor affections
     Of undermining envy and detraction,
     Moods only proper to base grovelling minds.
     That place is not in Rome, I dare affirm,
     More pure or free from such low common evils.
     There's no man griev'd, that this is thought more rich,
     Or this more learned; each man hath his place,
     And to his merit his reward of grace,
     Which, with a mutual love, they all embrace.

  Cris. You report a wonder: 'tis scarce credible, this.

  Hor. l am no torturer to enforce you to believe it; but it is so

  Cris. Why, this inflames me with a more ardent desire to be his,
  than before; but I doubt I shall find the entrance to his
  familiarity somewhat more than difficult, Horace.

  Hor. Tut, you'll conquer him, as you have done me; there's no
  standing out against you, sir, I see that: either your importunity,
  or the intimation of your good parts, or

  Cris. Nay, I'll bribe his porter, and the grooms of his chamber;
  make his doors open to me that way first, and then I'll observe my
  times. Say he should extrude me his house to-day, shall I there-
  fore desist, or let fall my suit to-morrow? No; I'll attend him,
  follow him, meet him in the street, the highways, run by his coach,
  never leave him. What! man hath nothing given him in this life
  without much labour

  Hor.
     And impudence.
     Archer of heaven, Phoebus, take thy bow,
     And with a full-drawn shaft nail to the earth
     This Python, that I may yet run hence and live:
     Or, brawny Hercules, do thou come down,
     And, tho' thou mak'st it up thy thirteenth labour,
     Rescue me from this hydra of discourse here.
                                         [Enter FUSCUS ARISTIUS.
  Ari. Horace, well met.

  Hor.
     O welcome, my reliever;
     Aristius, as thou lov'st me, ransom me.

  Ari. What ail'st thou, man?

  Hor.
     'Death, I am seized on here
     By a land remora; I cannot stir,
     Nor move, but as he pleases.

  Cris. Wilt thou go, Horace?

  Hor.
     Heart! he cleaves to me like Alcides' shirt,
     Tearing my flesh and sinews: O, I've been vex'd
     And tortured with him beyond forty fevers.
     For Jove's sake, find some means to take me from him.

  Ari. Yes, I will;--but I'll go first and tell Mecaenas.    [Aside.

  Cris. Come, shall we go?

  Ari. The jest will make his eyes run, i'faith.             [Aside.

  Hor. Nay, Aristius!

  Ari. Farewell, Horace.                                     [Going.

  Hor. 'Death! will he leave me? Fuscus Aristius! do you hear? Gods
  of Rome! You said you had somewhat to say to me in private.

  Ari. Ay, but I see you are now employed with that gentleman; 'twere
  offence to trouble you; I'll take some fitter opportunity:
  farewell.                                                 [Exit.

  Hor.
     Mischief and torment! O my soul and heart,
     How are you cramp'd with anguish! Death itself
     Brings not the like convulsions, O, this day!
     That ever I should view thy tedious face.---

  Cris. Horace, what passion, what humour is this?

  Hor.
     Away, good prodigy, afflict me not.
     A friend, and mock me thus! Never was man
     So left under the axe.---
                                         [Enter Minos with two Lictors.

     How now?

  Min. That's he in the embroidered hat, there, with the ash-colour'd
  feather: his name is Laberius Crispinus.

  Lict. Laberius Crispinus, I arrest you in the emperor's name.

  Cris. Me, sir! do you arrest me?

  Lice. Ay, sir, at the suit of master Minos the apothecary.
                                                      [Exit hastily.
  Hor. Thanks, great Apollo, I will not slip thy favour offered me in
  my escape, for my fortunes.

  Cris. Master Minos! I know no master

  Minos. Where's Horace? Horace! Horace!

  Min. Sir, do not you know me?

  Cris. O yes, I know you, master Minos; cry you mercy. But Horace?
  God's me, is he gone?

  Min. Ay, and so would you too, if you knew how.--Officer, look to
  him.

  Cris. Do you hear, master Minos? pray let us be used like a man of
  our own fashion. By Janus and Jupiter, I meant to have paid you
  next week every drachm. Seek not to eclipse my reputation thus
  vulgarly.

  Min. Sir, your oaths cannot serve you; you know I have forborne you
  long.

  Cris. I am conscious of it, sir. Nay, I beseech you, gentlemen, do
  not exhale me thus, remember 'tis but for sweetmeats--

  Lict. Sweet meat must have sour sauce, sir. Come along.

  Cris. Sweet master Minos, I am forfeited to eternal disgrace, if
  you do not commiserate. Good officer, be not so officious.
                                             Enter TUCCA and Pyrgi.
  Tuc. Why, how now, my good brace of bloodhounds, whither do you
  drag the gentleman? You mongrels, you curs, you ban-dogs! we are
  captain Tucca that talk to you, you inhuman pilchers.

  Min. Sir, he is their prisoner.

  Tuc. Their pestilence! What are you, sir?

  Min. A citizen of Rome, sir.

  Tuc. Then you are not far distant from a fool, sir.

  Min. A pothecary, sir.

  Tuc. I knew thou wast not a physician: foh! out of my nostrils,
  thou stink'st of lotium and the syringe; away, quack-salver!--
  Follower, my sword.
                                                                [Aside.
  I Pyr. Here, noble leader; you'll do no harm with it, I'll trust
  you.

  Tuc. Do you hear, you goodman, slave? Hook, ram, rogue, catchpole,
  loose the gentleman, or by my velvet arms--
                            [Strikes up his heels, and seizes his sword.
  Lict. What will you do, sir?

  Tuc. Kiss thy hand, my honourable active varlet, and embrace thee
  thus.

  1 Pyr. O patient metamorphosis!

  Tuc. My sword, my tall rascal.

  Lict. Nay, soft, sir; some wiser than some.

  Tuc. What! and a wit too? By Pluto, thou must be cherish'd, slave;
  here's three drachms for thee; hold.

  2 Pyr. There's half his lendings gone.

  Tuc. Give me.

  Lict. No, sir, your first word shall stand; I'll hold all.

  Tuc. Nay, but rogue--

  Lict. You would make a rescue of our prisoner, sir, you.

  Tuc. I a rescue! A way, inhuman varlet. Come, come, I never relish
  above one jest at most; do not disgust me, Sirrah; do not, rogue! I
  tell thee, rogue, do not.

  Lict. How, sir! rogue?

  Tuc. Ay; why, thou art not angry, rascal, art thou?

  Lict. I cannot tell, sir; I am little better upon these terms.

  Tuc. Ha, gods and fiends! why, dost hear, rogue, thou? give me thy
  hand; I say unto thee, thy hand, rogue. What, dost not thou know
  me? not me, rogue? not captain Tucca, rogue?

  Min. Come, pray surrender the gentleman his sword, officer; we'll
  have no fighting here.

  Tuc. What's thy name?

  Min. Minos, an't please you.

  Tuc. Minos! Come hither, Minos; thou art a wise fellow, it seems;
  let me talk with thee.

  Cris. Was ever wretch so wretched as unfortunate I!

  Tuc. Thou art one of the centumviri, old boy, art not?

  Min. No indeed, master captain.

  Tuc. Go to, thou shalt be then; I'll have thee one.

  Minos. Take my sword from these rascals, dost thou see! go, do it;
  I cannot attempt with patience. What does this gentleman owe thee,
  little Minos?

  Min. Fourscore sesterties, sir.

  Tuc. What, no more! Come, thou shalt release him.

  Minos: what, I'll be his bail, thou shalt take my word, old boy,
  and cashier these furies: thou shalt do't, I say, thou shalt,
  little Minos, thou shalt.

  Cris. Yes; and as I am a gentleman and a reveller, I'll make a
  piece of poetry, and absolve all, within these five days.

  Tuc. Come, Minos is not to learn how to use a gentleman of quality,
  I know.--My sword: If he pay thee not, I will, and I must, old boy.
  Thou shalt be my pothecary too. Hast good eringos, Minos.

  Min. The best in Rome, sir.

  Tuc. Go to, then--Vermin, know the house.

  1 Pyr. I warrant you, colonel.

  Tuc. For this gentleman, Minos--

  Min. I'll take your word, captain.

  Tuc. Thou hast it. My sword.

  Min. Yes, sir: But you must discharge the arrest, master Crispinus.

  Tuc. How, Minos! Look in the gentleman's face, and but read his
  silence. Pay, pay; 'tis honour, Minos.

  Cris. By Jove, sweet captain, you do most infinitely endear and
  oblige me to you.

  Tuc. Tut, I cannot compliment, by Mars; but, Jupiter love me, as I
  love good words and good clothes, and there's an end. Thou shalt
  give my boy that girdle and hangers, when thou hast worn them a
  little more.

  Cris. O Jupiter! captain, he shall have them now, presently:--
  Please you to be acceptive, young gentleman.

  1 Pyr. Yes, sir, fear not; I shall accept; I have a pretty foolish
  humour of taking, if you knew all.                   [Aside.

  Tuc. Not now, you shall not take, boy.

  Cris. By my truth and earnest, but he shall, captain, by your
  leave.

  Tuc. Nay, an he swear by his truth and earnest, take it, boy: do
  not make a gentleman forsworn.

  Lict. Well, sir, there's your sword; but thank master Minos; you
  had not carried it as you do else.

  Tuc. Minos is just, and you are knaves, and

  Lict. What say you, sir?

  Tuc. Pass on, my good scoundrel, pass on, I honour thee: [Exeunt
  Lictors.] But that I hate to have action with such base rogues as
  these, you should have seen me unrip their noses now, and have sent
  them to the next barber's to stitching; for do you see---I am a man
  of humour, and I do love the varlets, the honest varlets, they have
  wit and valour, and are indeed good profitable,--errant rogues, as
  any live in an empire. Dost thou hear, poetaster? [To Crispinus.]
  Second me. Stand up, Minos, close, gather, yet, so! Sir, (thou
  shalt have a quarter-share, be resolute) you shall, at my request,
  take Minos by the hand here, little Minos, I will have it so; all
  friends, and a health; be not inexorable. And thou shalt impart the
  wine, old boy, thou shalt do it, little Minos, thou shalt; make us
  pay it in our physic. What! we must live, and honour the gods
  sometimes; now Bacchus, now Comus, now Priapus; every god a little.
  [Histrio passes by.] What's he that stalks by there, boy, Pyrgus?
  You were best let him pass, Sirrah; do, ferret, let him pass, do

  2 Pyr. 'Tis a player, sir.

  Tuc. A player! call him, call the lousy slave hither; what, will he
  sail by and not once strike, or vail to a man of war? ha!-Do you
  hear, you player, rogue, stalker, come back here!
                                                 [Enter Histrio.
  No respect to men of worship, you slave! what, you are proud, you
  rascal, are you proud, ha? you grow rich, do you, and purchase,
  you twopenny tear-mouth? you have FORTUNE, and the good year on
  your side, you stinkard, you have, you have!

  Hist. Nay, 'sweet captain, be confined to some reason; I protest I
  saw you not, sir.

  Tuc. You did not? where was your sight, OEdipus? you walk with
  hare's eyes, do you? I'll have them glazed, rogue; an you say the
  word, they shall be glazed for you: come we must have you turn
  fiddler again, slave, get a base viol at your back, and march in a
  tawny coat, with one sleeve, to Goose-fair; then you'll know us,
  you'll see us then, you will, gulch, you will. Then, Will't please
  your worship to have any music, captain?

  Hist. Nay, good captain.

  Tuc. What, do you laugh, Howleglas! death, you perstemptuous
  varlet, I am none of your fellows; I have commanded a hundred and
  fifty such rogues, I,

  2 Pyr. Ay, and most of that hundred and fifty have been leaders of
  a legion.                                                [Aside.

  Hist. If I have exhibited wrong, I'll tender satisfaction, captain.

  Tuc. Say'st thou so, honest vermin! Give me thy hand; thou shalt
  make us a supper one of these nights.

  Hist. When you please, by Jove, captain, most willingly. us. Dost
  thou swear! To-morrow then; say and hold, slave. There are some of
  you players honest gentlemen-like scoundrels, and suspected to have
  some wit, as well as your poets, both at drinking and breaking of
  jests, and are companions for gallants. A man may skelder ye, now
  and then, of half a dozen shillings, or so. Dost thou not know that
  Pantalabus there?

  Hist. No, I assure you, captain.

  Tuc. Go; and be acquainted with him then; he is a gentleman, parcel
  poet, you slave; his father was a man of worship, I tell thee. Go,
  he pens high, lofty, in a new stalking strain, bigger than half the
  rhymers in the town again; he was born to fill thy mouth,
  Minotaurus, he was, he will teach thee to tear and rand. Rascal, to
  him, cherish his muse, go; thou hast forty-forty shillings, I mean,
  stinkard; give him in earnest, do, he shall write for thee, slave!
  If he pen for thee once, thou shalt not need to travel with thy
  pumps full of gravel any more, after a blind jade and a hamper, and
  stalk upon boards and barrel heads to an old crack'd trumpet.

  Hist. Troth, I think I have not so much about me, captain.

  Tuc. It's no matter; give him what thou hast, stiff-toe, I'll give
  my word for the rest; though it lack a shilling or two, it skills
  not: go, thou art an honest shifter; I'll have the statute repeal'd
  for thee.--Minos, I must tell thee, Minos, thou hast dejected yon
  gentleman's spirit exceedingly; dost observe, dost note, little
  Minos?

  Min. Yes, sir.

  Tuc. Go to then, raise, recover, do; suffer him not to droop in
  prospect of a player, a rogue, a stager: put twenty into his
  hand--twenty sesterces I mean,--and let nobody see; go, do it--the
  work shall commend itself; ye Minos, I'll pay.

  Min. Yes, forsooth, captain.

  2 Pyr. Do not we serve a notable shark?                  [Aside.

  Tuc. And what new matters have you now afoot, sirrah, ha? I would
  fain come with my cockatrice one day, and see a play, if I knew
  when there were a good bawdy one; but they say you have nothing but
  HUMOURS, REVELS, and SATIRES, that gird and f--t at the time, you
  slave.

  Hist. No, I assure you, captain, not we. They are on the other side
  of Tyber: we have as much ribaldry in our plays as can be, as you
  would wish, captain: all the sinners in the suburbs come and
  applaud our action daily.

  Tuc. I hear you'll bring me o' the stage there; you'll play me,
  they say; I shall be presented by a sort of copper-laced scoundrels
  of you: life of Pluto! an you stage me, stinkard, your mansions
  shall sweat for't, your tabernacles, varlets, your Globes, and your
  Triumphs.

  Hist. Not we, by Phoebus, captain; do not do us imputation without
  desert.

  Tuc. I will not, my good twopenny rascal; reach me thy neuf. Dost
  hear? what wilt thou give me a week for my brace of beagles here,
  my little point-trussers? you shall have them act among ye.--I
  Sirrah, you, pronounce.--Thou shalt hear him speak in King Darius'
  doleful strain.

  1 Pyr.
     O doleful days! O direful deadly dump!
     O wicked world, and worldly wickedness!
     How can I hold my fist from crying, thump,
     In rue of this right rascal wretchedness!

  Tuc. In an amorous vein now, sirrah: peace!

  1 Pyr.
     O, she is wilder, and more hard, withal,
     Than beast, or bird, or tree, or stony wall.
     Yet might she love me, to uprear her state:
     Ay, but perhaps she hopes some nobler mate.
     Yet might she love me, to content her fire:
     Ay, but her reason masters her desire.
     Yet might she love me as her beauty's thrall:
     Ay, but I fear she cannot love at all.

  Tuc. Now, the horrible, fierce soldier, you, sirrah.

  2 Pyr.
     What! will I brave thee? ay, and beard thee too;
     A Roman spirit scorns to bear a brain
     So full of base pusillanimity.

  Hist. Excellent!

  Tuc. Nay, thou shalt see that shall ravish thee anon; prick up
  thine ears, stinkard.--The ghost, boys!

  1 Pyr. Vindicate!

  2 Pyr. Timoria!

  1 Pyr. Vindicta!

  2 Pyr. Timoria!

  1 Pyr. Veni!

  2 Pyr. Veni!

  Tuc. Now thunder, sirrah, you, the rumbling player.

  2 Pyr. Ay, but somebody must cry, Murder! then, in a small voice.

  Tuc. Your fellow-sharer there shall do't:

  Cry, sirrah, cry.

  1 Pyr. Murder, murder!

  2 Pyr. Who calls out murder? lady, was it you?

  Hist. O, admirable good, I protest.

  Tuc. Sirrah, boy, brace your drum a little straiter, and do the
  t'other fellow there, he in the--what sha' call him--and yet stay
  too.

  2 Pyr.
     Nay, an thou dalliest, then I am thy foe,
     And fear shall force what friendship cannot win;
     Thy death shall bury what thy life conceals.
     Villain! thou diest for more respecting her---

  1 Pyr. O stay, my lord.

  2 Pyr.
     Than me:
     Yet speak the truth, and I will guerdon thee;
     But if thou dally once again, thou diest.

  Tuc. Enough of this, boy.

  2 Pyr.
     Why, then lament therefore: d--n'd be thy guts
     Unto king Pluto's Hell, and princely Erebus;
     For sparrows must have food---

  Hist. Pray, sweet captain, let one of them do a little of a lady.

  Tuc. O! he will make thee eternally enamour'd of him, there: do,
  sirrah, do; 'twill allay your fellow's fury a little.

  1 Pyr.
     Master, mock on; the scorn thou givest me,
     Pray Jove some lady may return on thee.

  2 Pyr. Now you shall see me do the Moor: master, lend me your scarf
  a little.

  Tuc. Here, 'tis at thy service, boy.

  2 Pyr. You, master Minos, hark hither a little
                             [Exit with Minos, to make himself ready.
  Tuc. How dost like him? art not rapt, art not tickled now? dost not
  applaud, rascal? dost not applaud?

  Hist. Yes: what will you ask for them a week, captain?

  Tuc. No, you mangonising slave, I will not part from them; you'll
  sell them for enghles, you: let's have good cheer tomorrow night
  at supper, stalker, and then we'll talk; good capon and plover, do
  you hear, sirrah? and do not bring your eating player with you
  there; I cannot away with him: he will eat a leg of mutton while I
  am in my porridge, the lean Polyphagus, his belly is like
  Barathrum; he looks like a midwife in man's apparel, the slave: nor
  the villanous out-of-tune fiddler, AEnobarbus, bring not him. What
  hast thou there? six and thirty, ha?

  Hist. No, here's all I have, captain, some five and twenty: pray,
  sir, will you present and accommodate it unto the gentleman? for
  mine own part, I am a mere stranger to his humour; besides, I have
  some business invites me hence, with master Asinius Lupus, the
  tribune.

  Tuc. Well, go thy ways, pursue thy projects, let me alone with
  this design; my Poetaster shall make thee a play, and thou shalt be
  a man of good parts in it. But stay, let me see; do not bring your
  AEsop, your politician, unless you can ram up his mouth with
  cloves; the slave smells ranker than some sixteen dunghills, and is
  seventeen times more rotten. Marry, you may bring Frisker, my zany;
  he's a good skipping swaggerer; and your fat fool there, my mango,
  bring him too; but let him not beg rapiers nor scarfs, in his
  over-familiar playing face, nor roar out his barren bold jests with
  a tormenting laughter, between drunk and dry. Do you hear,
  stiff-toe? give him warning, admonition, to forsake his saucy
  glavering grace, and his goggle eye; it does not become him,
  sirrah: tell him so. I have stood up and defended you, I, to
  gentlemen, when you have been said to prey upon puisnes, and honest
  citizens, for socks or buskins; or when they have call'd you
  usurers or brokers, or said you were able to help to a piece of
  flesh--I have sworn, I did not think so, nor that you were the
  common retreats for punks decayed in their practice; I cannot
  believe it of you.

  Hist. Thank you, captain. Jupiter and the rest of the gods confine
  your modern delights without disgust.

  Tuc. Stay, thou shalt see the Moor ere thou goest.
                                        [Enter DEMETRIUS at a distance.
  What's he with the half arms there, that salutes us out of his
  cloak, like a motion, ha?

  Hist. O, sir, his doublet's a little decayed; he is otherwise a
  very simple honest fellow, sir, one Demetrius, a dresser of plays
  about the town here; we have hired him to abuse Horace, and bring
  him in, in a play, with all his gallants, as Tibullus, Mecaenas,
  Cornelius Gallus, and the rest.

  Tuc. And why so, stinkard?

  Hist. O, it will get us a huge deal of money, captain, and we have
  need on't; for this winter has made us all poorer than so many
  starved snakes: nobody comes at us, not a gentleman, nor a--

  Tuc. But you know nothing by him, do you, to make a play of?

  Hist. Faith, not much, captain; but our author will devise that
  that shall serve in some sort.

  Tuc. Why, my Parnassus here shall help him, if thou wilt. Can thy
  author do it impudently enough?

  Hist. O, I warrant you, captain, and spitefully enough too; he has
  one of tho most overflowing rank wits in Rome; he will slander any
  man that breathes, if he disgust him.

  Tuc. I'll know the poor, egregious, nitty rascal; an he have these
  commendable qualities, I'll cherish him--stay, here comes the
  Tartar--I'll make a gathering for him, I, a purse, and put the poor
  slave in fresh rags; tell him so to comfort him.--
                                         [Demetrius comes forward.

           Be-enter Minos, with 2 Pyrgus on his shoulders, and stalks
                   backward and forward, as the boy acts.

  Well said, boy.

  2 Pyr.
     Where art thou, boy? where is Calipolis?
     Fight earthquakes in the entrails of the earth,
     And eastern whirlwinds in the hellish shades;
     Some foul contagion of the infected heavens
     Blast all the trees, and in their cursed tops
     The dismal night raven and tragic owl
     Breed and become forerunners of my fall!

  Tuc. Well, now fare thee well, my honest penny-biter: commend me to
  seven shares and a half, and remember to-morrow.--If you lack a
  service, you shall play in my name, rascals; but you shall buy your
  own cloth, and I'll have two shares for my countenance. Let thy
  author stay with me.
                                                [Exit Histrio.
  Dem. Yes, sir.

  Tuc. 'Twas well done, little Minos, thou didst stalk well: forgive
  me that I said thou stunk'st; Minos; 'twas the savour of a poet I
  met sweating in the street, hangs yet in my nostrils.

  Cris. Who, Horace?

  Tuc. Ay, he; dost thou know him?

  Cris. O, he forsook me most barbarously, I protest.

  Tuc. Hang him, fusty satyr, he smells all goat; he carries a ram
  under his arm-holes, the slave: I am the worse when I see him.--
  Did not Minos impart?                      [Aside to Crispinus.

  Cris. Yes, here are twenty drachms he did convey.

  Tuc. Well said, keep them, we'll share anon; come, little Minos.

  Cris. Faith, captain, I'll be bold to shew you a mistress of mine,
  a jeweller's wife, a gallant, as we go along.

  Tuc. There spoke my genius. Minos, some of thy eringos, little
  Minos; send. Come hither, Parnassus, I must have thee familiar with
  my little locust here; 'tis a good vermin, they say.--
                          [Horace and Trebatius pass over the stage.]
  See, here's Horace, and old Trebatius, the great lawyer, in his
  company; let's avoid him now, he is too well seconded.
                                                          [Exeunt.





                              ACT IV

                 SCENE I.-A Room in ALBIUS'S House.
               enter CHLOE, CYTHERIS, and Attendants.

  Chloe. But, sweet lady, say; am I well enough attired for the
  court, in sadness?

  Cyth. Well enough! excellent well, sweet mistress Chloe; this
  strait-bodied city attire, I can tell you, will stir a courtier's
  blood, more than the finest loose sacks the ladies use to be put
  in; and then you are as well jewell'd as any of them; your ruff
  and linen about you is much more pure than theirs; and for your
  beauty, I can tell you, there's many of them would defy the
  painter, if they could change with you. Marry, the worst is, you
  must look to be envied, and endure a few court-frumps for it.

  Chloe. O Jove, madam, I shall buy them too cheap!--Give me my muff,
  and my dog there.-And will the ladies be any thing familiar with
  me, think you?

  Cyth. O Juno! why you shall see them flock about you with their
  puff-wings, and ask you where you bought your lawn, and what you
  paid for it? who starches you? and entreat you to help 'em to some
  pure laundresses out of the city.

  Chloe. O Cupid!--Give me my fan, and my mask too.--And will the
  lords, and the poets there, use one well too, lady?

  Cyth. Doubt not of that; you shall have kisses from them, go
  pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat, upon your lips, as thick as stones out
  of slings at the assault of a city. And then your ears will be so
  furr'd with the breath of their compliments, that you cannot catch
  cold of your head, if you would, in three winters after.

  Chloe. Thank you, sweet lady. O heaven! and how must one behave
  herself amongst 'em? You know all.

  Cyth. Faith, impudently enough, mistress Chloe, and well enough.
  Carry not too much under thought betwixt yourself and them; nor
  your city-mannerly word, forsooth, use it not too often in any
  case; but plain, Ay, madam, and no, madam: nor never say, your
  lordship, nor your honour; but, you, and you, my lord, and my lady:
  the other they count too simple and minsitive. And though they
  desire to kiss heaven with their titles, yet they will count them
  fools that give them too humbly.

  Chloe. O intolerable, Jupiter! by my troth, lady, I would not for a
  world but you had lain in my house; and, i'faith, you shall not pay
  a farthing for your board, nor your chambers.

  Cyth. O, sweet mistress Chloe! Chloe. I'faith you shall not, lady;
  nay, good lady, do not offer it.
                                      [Enter GALLUS and TIBULLUS.
  Gal. Come, where be these ladies? By your leave, bright stars, this
  gentleman and I are come to man you to court; where your late kind
  entertainment is now to be requited with a heavenly banquet.

  Cyth. A heavenly banquet; Gallus!

  Gal. No less, my dear Cytheris.

  Tib. That were not strange, lady, if the epithet were only given
  for the company invited thither; your self, and this fair
  gentle-woman.

  Chloe. Are we invited to court, sir?

  Tib. You are, lady, by the great princess Julia; who longs to greet
  you with any favours that may worthily make you an often courtier.

  Chloe. In sincerity, I thank her, sir. You have a coach, have you
  not?

  Tib. The princess hath sent her own, lady.

  Chloe. O Venus! that's well: I do long to ride in a coach most
  vehemently.

  Cyth. But, sweet Gallus, pray you resolve me why you give that
  heavenly praise to this earthly banquet?

  Gal. Because, Cytheris, it must be celebrated by the heavenly
  powers: all the gods and goddesses will be there; to two of which
  you two must be exalted.

  Chloe. A pretty fiction, in truth.

  Cyth. A fiction, indeed, Chloe, and fit for the fit of a poet.

  Gal. Why, Cytheris, may not poets (from whose divine spirits all
  the honours of the gods have been deduced) entreat so much honour
  of the gods, to have their divine presence at a poetical banquet?

  Cyth. Suppose that no fiction; yet, where are your habilities to
  make us two goddesses at your feast?

  Gal. Who knows not, Cytheris, that the sacred breath of a true poet
  can blow any virtuous humanity up to deity?

  Tib. To tell you the female truth, which is the simple truth,
  ladies; and to shew that poets, in spite of the world, are able to
  deify themselves; at this banquet, to which you are invited, we
  intend to assume the figures of the gods; and to give our several
  loves the forms of goddesses. Ovid will be Jupiter; the princess
  Julia, Juno; Gallus here, Apollo; you, Cytheris, Pallas; I will be
  Bacchus; and my love Plautia, Ceres: and to install you and your
  husband, fair Chloe, in honours equal with ours, you shall be a
  goddess, and your husband a god.

  Chloe. A god!--O my gods!

  Tib. A god, but a lame god, lady; for he shall be Vulcan, and you
  Venus: and this will make our banquet no less than heavenly.

  Chloe. In sincerity, it will be sugared. Good Jove, what a pretty
  foolish thing it is to be a poet! but, hark you, sweet Cytheris,
  could they not possibly leave out my husband? methinks a body's
  husband does not so well at court; a body's friend, or so--but,
  husband! 'tis like your clog to your marmoset, for all the world,
  and the heavens.

  Cyth. Tut, never fear, Chloe! your husband will be left without in
  the lobby, or the great chamber, when you shall be put in, i'the
  closet, by this lord, and by that lady.

  Chloe. Nay, then I am certified; he shall go.
                                                    [Enter HORACE.
  Gal. Horace! welcome.

  Hor. Gentlemen, hear you the news?

  Tib. What news, my Quintus!

  Hor.
     Our melancholic friend, Propertius,
     Hath closed himself up in his Cynthia's tomb;
     And will by no entreaties be drawn thence.
                 [Enter Albius, introducing CRISPINUS and DEMETRIUS,
                       followed by Tucca.
  Alb. Nay, good Master Crispinus, pray you bring near the gentleman.
                                                           [Going
  Hor. Crispinus! Hide me, good Gallus; Tibullus, shelter me.

  Cris. Make your approach, sweet captain.

  Tib. What means this, Horace?

  Hor. I am surprised again; farewell.

  Gal. Stay, Horace.
                                                         [Exit hastily.
  Tib 'Slight, I hold my life
     This same is he met him in Holy-street.

  Hor. What, and be tired on by yond' vulture! No: Phoebus defend me!

  Gal. Troth, 'tis like enough.--This act of Propertius relisheth
  very strange with me.

  Tuc. By thy leave, my neat scoundrel: what, is this the mad boy you
  talk'd on?

  Cris. Ay, this is master Albius, captain.

  Tuc. Give me thy hand, Agamemnon; we hear abroad thou art the
  Hector of citizens: What sayest thou? are we welcome to thee, noble
  Neoptolemus?

  Alb. Welcome, captain, by Jove and all the gods in the Capitol--

  Tuc. No more, we conceive thee. Which of these is thy wedlock,
  Menelaus? thy Helen, thy Lucrece? that we may do her honour, mad
  boy.

  Cris. She in the little fine dressing, sir, is my mistress.

  Alb. For fault of a better, sir.

  Tuc. A better! profane rascal: I cry thee mercy, my good scroyle,
  was't thou?

  Alb. No harm, captain.

  Tuc. She is a Venus, a Vesta, a Melpomene: come hither, Penelope;
  what's thy name, Iris?

  Chloe. My name is Chloe, sir; I am a gentlewoman.

  Tuc. Thou art in merit to be an empress, Chloe, for an eye and a
  lip; thou hast an emperor's nose: kiss me again: 'tis a virtuous
  punk; so! Before Jove, the gods were a sort of goslings, when they
  suffered so sweet a breath to perfume the bed of a stinkard: thou
  hadst ill fortune, Thisbe; the Fates were infatuate, they were,
  punk, they were.

  Chloe. That's sure, sir: let me crave your name, I pray you, sir.

  Tuc. I am known by the name of Captain Tucca, punk; the noble
  Roman, punk: a gentleman, and a commander, punk.
                                                   [Walks aside.
  Chloe. In good time: a gentleman, and a commander! that's as good
  as a poet, methinks.

  Cris. A pretty instrument! It's my cousin Cytheris' viol this,
  is it not?

  Cyth. Nay, play, cousin; it wants but such a voice and hand to
  grace it, as yours is.

  Cris. Alas, cousin, you are merrily inspired.

  Cyth. Pray you play, if you love me.

  Cris. Yes, cousin; you know I do not hate you.

  Tib. A most subtile wench! how she hath baited him with a viol
  yonder, for a song!

  Cris. Cousin, 'pray you call mistress Chloe! she shall hear an
  essay of my poetry.

  Tuc. I'll call her.--Come hither, cockatrice: here's one will set
  thee up, my sweet punk, set thee up.

  Chloe. Are you a poet so soon, sir?

                    CRlSPINUS plays and sings.

                 Love is blind, and a wanton;
                 In the whole world, there is scant one
                     ----Such another:
                     No, not his mother.
                 He hath pluck'd her doves and sparrows,
                 To feather his sharp arrows,
                     And alone prevaileth,
                     While sick Venus waileth.
                 But if Cypris once recover
                 The wag; it shall behove her
                     To look better to him:
                     Or she will undo him.

  Alb. Wife, mum.

  Alb. O, most odoriferous music!

  Tuc. Aha, stinkard! Another Orpheus, you slave, another Orpheus! an
  Arion riding on the back of a dolphin, rascal!

  Gal. Have you a copy of this ditty, sir?

  Cris. Master Albius has.

  Alb. Ay, but in truth they are my Wife's verses; I must not shew
  them.

  Tuc. Shew them, bankrupt, shew them; they have salt in them, and
  will brook the air, stinkard.

  Gal. How! To his bright mistress Canidia!

  Cris. Ay, sir, that's but a borrowed name; as Ovid's Corinna, or
  Propertius his Cynthia, or your Nemesis, or Delia, Tibullus.

  Gal. It's the name of Horace his witch, as I remember.

  Tib. Why, the ditty's all borrowed; 'tis Horace's: hang him,
  plagiary!

  Tut. How! he borrow of Horace? he shall pawn himself to ten
  brokers first. Do you hear, Poetasters? I know you to be men of
  worship--He shall write with Horace, for a talent! and let Mecaenas
  and his whole college of critics take his part: thou shalt do't,
  young Phoebus; thou shalt, Phaeton, thou shalt.

  Dem. Alas, sir, Horace! he is a mere sponge; nothing but Humours
  and observation; he goes up and down sucking from every society,
  and when he comes home squeezes himself dry again. I know him, I.

  Tuc. Thou say'st true, my poor poetical fury, he will pen all he
  knows. A sharp thorny-tooth, a satirical rascal, By him; he carries
  hay in his horn: he will sooner lose his best friend, than his
  least jest. What he once drops upon paper, against a man, lives
  eternally to upbraid him in the mouth of every slave,
  tankard-bearer, or waterman; not a bawd, or a boy that comes from
  the bake-house, but shall point at him: 'tis all dog, and scorpion;
  he carries poison in his teeth, and a sting in his tail. Fough!
  body of Jove! I'll have the slave whipt one of these days for his
  Satires and his Humours, by one cashier'd clerk or another.

  Cris. We'll undertake him, captain.

  Dem. Ay, and tickle him i'faith, for his arrogancy and his
  impudence, in commending his own things; and for his translating, I
  can trace him, i'faith. O, he is the most open fellow living; I had
  as lieve as a new suit I were at it.

  Tuc. Say no more then, but do it; 'tis the only way to get thee a
  new suit; sting him, my little neufts; I'll give you instructions:
  I'll be your intelligencer; we'll all join, and hang upon him like
  so many horse-leeches, the players and all. We shall sup together,
  soon; and then we'll conspire, i'faith.

  Gal. O that Horace had stayed still here!

  Tib. So would not I; for both these would have turn'd Pythagoreans
  then.

  Gal. What, mute?

  Tib. Ay, as fishes, i'faith: come, ladies, shall we go?

  Cyth. We wait you, sir. But mistress Chloe asks, if you have not a
  god to spare for this gentleman.

  Gal. Who, captain Tucca?

  Cyth. Ay, he.

  Gal. Yes, if we can invite him along, he shall be Mars.

  Chloe. Has Mars any thing to do with Venus?

  Tib. O, most of all, lady.

  Chloe. Nay, then I pray let him be invited: And what shall
  Crispinus be?

  Tib. Mercury, mistress Chloe.

  Chloe. Mercury! that's a poet, is it?

  Gal. No, lady, but somewhat inclining that way; he is a herald at
  arms.

  Chloe. A herald at arms! good; and Mercury! pretty: he has to do
  with Venus too?

  Tib. A little with her face, lady; or so.

  Chloe. 'Tis very well; pray let us go, I long to be at it.

  Cyth. Gentlemen, shall we pray your companies along?

  Cris. You shall not only pray, but prevail, lady.--Come, sweet
  captain.

  Tuc. Yes, I follow: but thou must not talk of this now, my little
  bankrupt.

  Alb. Captain, look here, mum.

  Dem. I'll go write, sir.
                                                  [Exeunt.



                  SCENE II.-A Room in Lupus's House.
                  Enter Lupus, HISTRIO, and Lictors.


  Tuc. Do, do: stay, there's a drachm to purchase ginger-bread for
  thy muse.

  Lup. Come, let us talk here; here we may be private; shut the door,
  lictor. You are a player, you say.

  Hist. Ay, an't please your worship.

  Lup. Good; and how are you able to give this intelligence?

  Hist. Marry, sir, they directed a letter to me and my fellow--
  sharers.

  Lup. Speak lower, you are not now in your theatre, stager:--my
  sword, knave. They directed a letter to you, and your
  fellow-sharers: forward.

  Hist. Yes, sir, to hire some of our properties; as a sceptre and
  crown for Jove; and a caduceus for Mercury; and a petasus--
                                            [Reenter Lictor.
  Lup. Caduceus and petasus! let me see your letter. This is a
  conjuration: a conspiracy, this. Quickly, on with my buskins: I'll
  act a tragedy, i'faith. Will nothing but our gods serve these poets
  to profane? dispatch! Player, I thank thee. The emperor shall take
  knowledge of thy good service. [A knocking within.] Who's there
  now? Look, knave. [Exit Lictor.] A crown and a sceptre! this is
  good rebellion, now.

  Lic. 'Tis your pothecary, sir, master Minos.

  Lup. What tell'st thou me of pothecaries, knave! Tell him, I have
  affairs of state in hand; I can talk to no apothecaries now. Heart
  of me! Stay the pothecary there. [Walks in a musing posture.] You
  shall see, I have fish'd out a cunning piece of plot now: they have
  had some intelligence, that their project is discover'd, and now
  have they dealt with my apothecary, to poison me; 'tis so; knowing
  that I meant to take physic to-day: as sure as death, 'tis there.
  Jupiter, I thank thee, that thou hast. yet made me so much of a
  politician.
                                                [Enter Minos.
  You are welcome, sir; take the potion from him there; I have an
  antidote more than you wot of, sir; throw it on the ground there:
  so! Now fetch in the dog; and yet we cannot tarry to try
  experiments now: arrest him; you shall go with me, sir; I'll tickle
  you, pothecary; I'll give you a glister, i'faith. Have I the
  letter? ay, 'tis here.--Come, your fasces, lictors: the half pikes
  and the Halberds, take them down from the Lares there. Player,
  assist me.
                    [As they are going out, enter MECAENAS and HORACE.
  Mec. Whither now, Asinius Lupus, with this armory?

  Lup. I cannot talk now; I charge you assist me: treason! treason!

  Hor. How! treason?

  Lup. Ay: if you love the emperor, and the state, follow me.
                                                        [Exeunt.




                   SCENE III.-An Apartment in the Palace.


         Enter OVID, JULIA, GALLUS, CYTHERIS, TIBULLUS, PLAUTIA,
           ALBIUS, CHLOE, TUCCA, CRISPINUS, HERMOGENES, PYRGUS,
            characteristically habited, as gods and goddesses.

  Ovid. Gods and goddesses, take your several seats. Now, Mercury,
  move your caduceus, and, in Jupiter's name, command silence.

  Cris. In the name of Jupiter, silence.

  Her. The crier of the court hath too clarified a voice.

  Gal. Peace, Momus.

  Ovid. Oh, he is the god of reprehension; let him alone: 'tis his
  office. Mercury, go forward, and proclaim, after Phoebus, our high
  pleasure, to all the deities that shall partake this high banquet.

  Cris. Yes, sir.

  Gal. The great god, Jupiter,--[Here, and at every break in the
  line, Crispinus repeats aloud the words of Gallus.]--Of his
  licentious goodness,--Willing to make this feast no fast--From any
  manner of pleasure;--Nor to bind any god or goddess--To be any
  thing the more god or goddess, for their names:--He gives them all
  free license--To speak no wiser than persons of baser titles;--And
  to be nothing better, than common men, or women.--And therefore no
  god--Shall need to keep himself more strictly to his goddess--Than
  any man does to his wife:--Nor any goddess--Shall need to keep
  herself more strictly to her god--Than any woman does to her
  husband.--But, since it is no part of wisdom,--In these days, to
  come into bonds;--It shall be lawful for every lover--To break
  loving oaths,--To change their lovers, and make love to others,--As
  the heat of every one's blood,--And the spirit of our nectar, shall
  inspire.--And Jupiter save Jupiter!

  Tib. So; now we may play the fools by authority.

  Her. To play the fool by authority is wisdom.

  Jul. Away with your mattery sentences, Momus; they are too grave
  and wise for this meeting.

  Ovid. Mercury, give our jester a stool, let him sit by; and reach
  him one of our cates.

  Tuc. Dost hear, mad Jupiter? we'll have it enacted, he that speaks
  the first wise word, shall be made cuckold. What say'st thou? Is it
  not a good motion?

  Ovid. Deities, are you all agreed?

  All, Agreed, great Jupiter.

  Alb. I have read in a book, that to play the fool wisely, is high
  wisdom.

  Gal. How now, Vulcan! will you be the first wizard?

  Ovid. Take his wife, Mars, and make him cuckold quickly.

  Tuc. Come, cockatrice.

  Chloe. No, let me alone with him, Jupiter: I'll make you take heed,
  sir, while you live again; if there be twelve in a company, that
  you be not the wisest of 'em.

  Alb. No more; I will not indeed, wife, hereafter; I'll be here:
  mum.

  Ovid. Fill us a bowl of nectar, Ganymede: we will drink to our
  daughter Venus.

  Gal. Look to your wife, Vulcan: Jupiter begins to court her.

  Tib. Nay, let Mars look to it: Vulcan must do as Venus does, bear.

  Tuc. Sirrah, boy; catamite: Look you play Ganymede well now, you
  slave. Do not spill your nectar; carry your cup even: so! You
  should have rubbed your face with whites of eggs, you rascal; till
  your brows had shone like our sooty brother's here, as sleek as a
  horn-book: or have steept your lips in wine, till you made them so
  plump, that Juno might have been jealous of them. Punk, kiss me,
  punk.

  Ovid. Here, daughter Venus, I drink to thee.

  Chloe. Thank you, good father Jupiter.

  Tuc. Why, mother Juno! gods and fiends! what, wilt thou suffer this
  ocular temptation?

  Tib. Mars is enraged, he looks big, and begins to stut for anger.

  Her. Well played, captain Mars.

  Tuc. Well said, minstrel Momus: I must put you in, must I? when
  will you be in good fooling of yourself, fidler, never?

  Her. O, 'tis our fashion to be silent, when there is a better fool
  in place ever.

  Tuc. Thank you, rascal.

  Ovid. Fill to our daughter Venus, Ganymede, who fills her father
  with affection.

  Jul. Wilt thou be ranging, Jupiter, before my face?

  Ovid. Why not, Juno? why should Jupiter stand in awe of thy face,
  Juno?

  Jul. Because it is thy wife's face, Jupiter.

  Ovid. What, shall a husband be afraid of his wife's face? will she
  paint it so horribly? we are a king, cotquean; and we will reign in
  our pleasures; and we will cudgel thee to death, if thou find fault
  with us.

  Jul. I will find fault with thee, king cuckold-maker: What, shall
  the king of gods turn the king of good-fellows, and have no fellow
  in wickedness? This makes our poets, that know our profaneness,
  live as profane as we: By my godhead, Jupiter, 1 will join with all
  the other gods here, bind thee hand and foot, throw thee down into
  the earth and make a poor poet of thee, if thou abuse me thus.

  Gal. A good smart-tongued goddess, a right Juno!

  Ovid. Juno, we will cudgel thee, Juno: we told thee so yesterday,
  when thou wert jealous of us for Thetis.

  Pyr. Nay, to-day she had me in inquisition too.

  Tuc. Well said, my fine Phrygian fry; inform, inform. Give me some
  wine, king of heralds, I may drink to my cockatrice.

  Ovid. No more, Ganymede; we will cudgel thee, Juno; by Styx we
  will.

  Jul. Ay, 'tis well; gods may grow impudent in iniquity, and they
  must not be told of it

  Ovid. Yea, we will knock our chin against our breast, and shake
  thee out of Olympus into an oyster-boat, for thy scolding.

  Jul. Your nose is not long enough to do it, Jupiter, if all thy
  strumpets thou hast among the stars took thy part. And there is
  never a star in thy forehead but shall be a horn, if thou persist
  to abuse me.

  Cris. A good jest, i'faith.

  Ovid. We tell thee thou angerest us, cotquean; and we will thunder
  thee in pieces for thy cotqueanity.

  Cris. Another good jest.

  Alb. O, my hammers and my Cyclops! This boy fills not wine enough
  to make us kind enough to one another.

  Tuc. Nor thou hast not collied thy face enough, stinkard.

  Alb. I'll ply the table with nectar, and make them friends.

  Her. Heaven is like to have but a lame skinker, then.

  Alb. Wine and good livers make true lovers: I'll sentence them
  together. Here, father, here, mother, for shame, drink yourselves
  drunk, and forget this dissension; you two should cling together
  before our faces, and give us example of unity.

  Gal O, excellently spoken, Vulcan, on the sudden!

  Tib. Jupiter may do well to prefer his tongue to some office for
  his eloquence. Tuc. His tongue shall be gentleman-usher to his wit,
  and still go before it.

  Alb. An excellent fit office!

  Cris. Ay, and an excellent good jest besides.

  Her. What, have you hired Mercury to cry your jests you make?

  Ovid. Momus, you are envious.

  Tuc. Why, ay, you whoreson blockhead, 'tis your only block of wit
  in fashion now-a-days, to applaud other folks' jests.

  Her. True; with those that are not artificers themselves. Vulcan,
  you nod, and the mirth of the jest droops.

  Pyr. He has filled nectar so long, till his brain swims in it.

  Gal. What, do we nod, fellow-gods! Sound music, and let us startle
  our spirits with a song.

  Tuc. Do, Apollo, thou art a good musician.

  Gal. What says Jupiter?

  Ovid. Ha! ha!

  Gal. A song.

  Ovid. Why, do, do, sing.

  Pla. Bacchus, what say you?

  Tib. Ceres?

  Pla. But, to this song?

  Tib. Sing, for my part.

  Jul. Your belly weighs down your head, Bacchus; here's a song
  toward.

  Tib. Begin, Vulcan.

  Alb. What else, what else?

  Tuc. Say, Jupiter

  Ovid. Mercury---

  Cris. Ay, say, say.
                                                    [Music
  Alb.                  Wake!  our mirth begins to die;
                          Quicken it with tunes and wine.
                        Raise your notes; you're out; fie, fie!
                          This drowsiness is an ill sign.
                          We banish him the quire of gods,
                             That droops agen:
                             Then all are men,
                        For here's not one but nods.

  Ovid. I like not this sudden and general heaviness amongst
  our godheads; 'tis somewhat ominous. Apollo, command us
  louder music, and let Mercury and Momus contend to please
  and revive our senses.
                                                     [Music
  Herm.                 Then, in a free and lofty strain.
                           Our broken tunes we thus repair;
  Cris.                 And we answer them again,
                           Running division on the panting air;
  Ambo.                      To celebrate this, feast of sense,
                             As free from scandal as offence.
  Herm.                    Here is beauty for the eye,
  Cris.                    For the ear sweet melody.
  Herm.                 Ambrosiac odours, for the smell,
  Cris.                    Delicious nectar, for the taste;
  Ambo.                    For the touch, a lady's waist;
                        Which doth all the rest excel.

  Ovid. Ay, this has waked us. Mercury, our herald; go from
  ourself, the great god Jupiter, to the great emperor Augustus
  Caesar, and command him from us, of whose bounty he hath
  received the sirname of Augustus, that, for a thank-offering
  to our beneficence, he presently sacrifice, as a dish to this
  banquet, his beautiful and wanton daughter Julia: she's a
  curst quean, tell him, and plays the scold behind his back;
  therefore let her be sacrificed. Command him this, Mercury,
  in our high name of Jupiter Altitonans.

  Jul. Stay, feather-footed Mercury, and tell Augustus, from us, the
  great Juno Saturnia; if he think it hard to do as Jupiter hath
  commanded him, and sacrifice his daughter, that he had better do
  so ten times, than suffer her to love the well-nosed poet, Ovid;
  whom he shall do well to whip or cause to be whipped, about the
  capitol, for soothing her in her follies.
                   [ Enter AUGUSTUS CAESAR, MECAENAS, HORACE, LUPUS,
                            HISTRIO, MINUS, and Lictors.
  Caes.
     What sight is this? Mecaenas! Horace! say?
     Have we our senses? do we hear and see?
     Or are these but imaginary objects
     Drawn by our phantasy! Why speak you not?
     Let us do sacrifice. Are they the gods?
                                             [Ovid and the rest kneel.
     Reverence, amaze, and fury fight in me.
     What, do they kneel! Nay, then I see 'tis true
     I thought impossible: O, impious sight!
     Let me divert mine eyes; the very thought
     Everts my soul with passion: Look not, man,
     There is a panther, whose unnatural eyes
     Will strike thee dead: turn, then, and die on her
     With her own death.
                                       [Offers to kill his daughter.
  Mec. Hor. What means imperial Caesar?

  Caes. What would you have me let the strumpet live That, for this
  pageant, earns so many deaths?

  Tuc. Boy, slink, boy.
                                       [Exeunt Tucca and Pyrgus.
  Pyr. Pray Jupiter we be not followed by the scent, master.

  Caes. Say, sir, what are you?

  Alb. I play Vulcan, sir.

  Caes. But what are you, sir?

  Alb. Your citizen and jeweller, sir.

  Caes. And what are you, dame?

  Chloe. I play Venus, forsooth.

  Caes. I ask not what you play, but what you are.

  Chloe. Your citizen and jeweller's wife, sir.

  Caes. And you, good sir?
                                                  [Exit.
  Caes.
     O, that profaned name!---
     And are these seemly company for thee,        [To Julia.
     Degenerate monster? All the rest I know,
     And hate all knowledge for their hateful sakes.
     Are you, that first the deities inspired
     With skill of their high natures and their powers,
     The first abusers of their useful light;
     Profaning thus their dignities in their forms,
     And making them, like you, but counterfeits?
     O, who shall follow Virtue and embrace her,
     When her false bosom is found nought but air?
     And yet of those embraces centaurs spring,
     That war with human peace, and poison men.---
     Who shall, with greater comforts comprehend
     Her unseen being and her excellence;
     When you, that teach, and should eternise her,
     Live as she were no law unto your lives,
     Nor lived herself, but with your idle breaths?
     If you think gods but feign'd, and virtue painted,
     Know we sustain an actual residence,
     And with the title of an emperor,
     Retain his spirit and imperial power;
     By which, in imposition too remiss,
     Licentious Naso, for thy violent wrong,
     In soothing the declined affections
     Of our base daughter, we exile thy feet
     From all approach to our imperial court,
     On pain of death; and thy misgotten love
     Commit to patronage of iron doors;
     Since her soft-hearted sire cannot contain her.

  Cris. Your gentleman parcel-poet, sir.

  Mec. O, good my lord, forgive! be like the gods.

  Hor. Let royal bounty, Caesar, mediate.

  Caes.
     There is no bounty to be shew'd to such
     As have no real goodness: bounty is
     A spice of virtue; and what virtuous act
     Can take effect on them, that have no power
     Of equal habitude to apprehend it,
     But live in worship of that idol, vice,
     As if there were no virtue, but in shade
     Of strong imagination, merely enforced?
     This shews their knowledge is mere ignorance,
     Their far-fetch'd dignity of soul a fancy,
     And all their square pretext of gravity
     A mere vain-glory; hence, away with them!
     I will prefer for knowledge, none but such
     As rule their lives by it, and can becalm
     All sea of Humour with the marble trident
     Of their strong spirits: others fight below
     With gnats and shadows; others nothing know.
                                                   [Exeunt.



                  SCENE V.-A Street before the Palace.
                  Enter TUCCA, CRISPINUS, and PYRGUS.

  Tuc. What's become of my little punk, Venus, and the poultfoot
  stinkard, her husband, ha?

  Cris. O; they are rid home in the coach, as fast as the wheels can
  run.

  Tuc. God Jupiter is banished, I hear, and his cockatrice Juno
  lock'd up. 'Heart, an all the poetry in Parnassus get me to be a
  player again, I'll sell 'em my share for a sesterce. But this is
  Humours, Horace, that goat-footed envious slave; he's turn'd fawn
  now; an informer, the rogue! 'tis he has betray'd us all. Did you
  not see him with the emperor crouching?

  Cris. Yes.

  Tuc. Well, follow me. Thou shalt libel, and I'll cudgel the rascal.
  Boy, provide me a truncheon. Revenge shall gratulate him, tam
  Marti, quam Mercurio.

  Pyr. Ay, but master, take heed how you give this out; Horace is a
  man of the sword.

  Cris. 'Tis true, in troth; they say he's valiant.

                                       [Horace passes over the stage.
  Tuc. Valiant? so is mine a--. Gods and fiends! I'll blow him into
  air when I meet him next: he dares not fight with a puck-fist.

  Pyr. Master, he comes!

  Tuc. Where? Jupiter save thee, my good poet, my noble prophet, my
  little fat Horace.--I scorn to beat the rogue in the court; and I
  saluted him thus fair, because he should suspect nothing, the
  rascal. Come, we'll go see how far forward our journeyman is toward
  the untrussing of him.
                                                         [Exeunt.




                                     SCENE VI.
              Enter HORACE, MECAENAS, LUPUS, HISTRIO, and Lictors.

  Cris. Do you hear, captain? I'll write nothing in it but innocence,
  because I may swear I am innocent.

  Hor. Nay, why pursue you not the emperor for your reward now,
  Lupus?

  Mec.
     Stay, Asinius;
     You and your stager, and your band of lictors:
     I hope your service merits more respect,
     Than thus, without a thanks, to be sent hence.

  His. Well, well, jest on, jest on.

  Hor. Thou base, unworthy groom!

  Lup. Ay, ay, 'tis good.

  Hor.
     Was this the treason, this the dangerous plot,
     Thy clamorous tongue so bellow'd through the court?
     Hadst thou no other project to encrease
     Thy grace with Caesar, but this wolfish train,
     To prey upon the life of innocent mirth
     And harmless pleasures, bred of noble wit? Away!
     I loath thy presence; such as thou,
     They are the moths and scarabs of a state,
     The bane of empires, and the dregs of courts;
     Who, to endear themselves to an employment,
     Care not whose fame they blast, whose life they endanger;
     And, under a disguised and cobweb mask
     Of love unto their sovereign, vomit forth
     Their own prodigious malice; and pretending
     To be the props and columns of their safety,
     The guards unto his person and his peace.
     Disturb it most, with their false, lapwing-cries.

  Lup. Good! Caesar shall know of this, believe it!

  Mec.
     Caesar doth know it, wolf, and to his knowledge,
     He will, I hope, reward your base endeavours.
     Princes that will but hear, or give access
     To such officious spies, can ne'er be safe:
     They take in poison with an open ear,
     And, free from danger, become slaves to fear.
                                                           [Exeunt.



                SCENE VII.-An open Space before the Palace.
                              Enter OVID.

     Banish'd the court! Let me be banish'd life,
     Since the chief end of life is there concluded:
     Within the court is all the kingdom bounded,
     And as her sacred sphere doth comprehend
     Ten thousand times so much, as so much place
     In any part of all the empire else;
     So every body, moving in her sphere,
     Contains ten thousand times as much in him,
     As any other her choice orb excludes.
     As in a circle, a magician then
     Is safe against the spirit he excites;
     But, out of it, is subject to his rage,
     And loseth all the virtue of his art:
     So I, exiled the circle of the court,
     Lose all the good gifts that in it I 'joy'd.
     No virtue current is, but with her stamp,
     And no vice vicious, blanch'd with her white hand.
     The court's the abstract of all Rome's desert,
     And my dear Julia the abstract of the court.
     Methinks, now I come near her, I respire
     Some air of that late comfort I received;
     And while the evening, with her modest veil,
     Gives leave to such poor shadows as myself
     To steal abroad, I, like a heartless ghost,
     Without the living body of my love,
     Will here walk and attend her: for I know
     Not far from hence she is imprisoned,
     And hopes, of her strict guardian, to bribe
     So much admittance, as to speak to me,
     And cheer my fainting spirits with her breath.

  Julia. [appears above at her chamber window.] Ovid? my love?

  Ovid. Here, heavenly Julia.

  Jul.
     Here! and not here! O, how that word doth play
     With both our fortunes, differing, like ourselves,
     Both one; and yet divided, as opposed!
     I high, thou low: O, this our plight of place
     Doubly presents the two lets of our love,
     Local and ceremonial height, and lowness:
     Both ways, I am too high, and thou too low,
     Our minds are even yet; O, why should our bodies,
     That are their slaves, be so without their rule?
     I'll cast myself down to thee; if I die,
     I'll ever live with thee: no height of birth,
     Of place, of duty, or of cruel power,
     Shall keep me from thee; should my father lock
     This body up within a tomb of brass,
     Yet I'll be with thee. If the forms I hold
     Now in my soul, be made one substance with it;
     That soul immortal, and the same 'tis now;
     Death cannot raze the affects she now retaineth:
     And then, may she be any where she will.
     The souls of parents rule not children's souls,
     When death sets both in their dissolv'd estates;
     Then is no child nor father; then eternity
     Frees all from any temporal respect.
     I come, my Ovid; take me in thine arms,
     And let me breathe my soul into thy breast.

  Ovid.
     O stay, my love; the hopes thou dost conceive
     Of thy quick death, and of thy future life,
     Are not authentical. Thou choosest death,
     So thou might'st 'joy thy love in the other life:
     But know, my princely love, when thou art dead,
     Thou only must survive in perfect soul;
     And in the soul are no affections.
     We pour out our affections with our blood,
     And, with our blood's affections, fade our loves.
     No life hath love in such sweet state as this;
     No essence is so dear to moody sense
     As flesh and blood, whose quintessence is sense.
     Beauty, composed of blood and flesh, moves more,
     And is more plausible to blood and flesh,
     Than spiritual beauty can be to the spirit.
     Such apprehension as we have in dreams,
     When, sleep, the bond of senses, locks them up,
     Such shall we have, when death destroys them quite.
     If love be then thy object, change not life;
     Live high and happy still: I still below,
     Close with my fortunes, in thy height shall joy.

  Jul.
     Ay me, that virtue, whose brave eagle's wings,
     With every stroke blow stairs in burning heaven,
     Should, like a swallow, preying towards storms,
     Fly close to earth, and with an eager plume,
     Pursue those objects which none else can see,
     But seem to all the world the empty air!
     Thus thou, poor Ovid, and all virtuous men,
     Must prey, like swallows, on invisible food,
     Pursuing flies, or nothing: and thus love.
     And every worldly fancy, is transposed
     By worldly tyranny to what plight it list.
     O father, since thou gav'st me not my mind,
     Strive not to rule it; take but what thou gav'st
     To thy disposure: thy affections
     Rule not in me; I must bear all my griefs,
     Let me use all my pleasures; virtuous love
     Was never scandal to a goddess' state.--
     But he's inflexible! and, my dear love,
     Thy life may chance be shorten'd by the length
     Of my unwilling speeches to depart.
     Farewell, sweet life; though thou be yet exiled
     The officious court, enjoy me amply still:
     My soul, in this my breath, enters thine ears,
     And on this turret's floor Will I lie dead,
     Till we may meet again: In this proud height,
     I kneel beneath thee in my prostrate love,
     And kiss the happy sands that kiss thy feet.
     Great Jove submits a sceptre to a cell,
     And lovers, ere they part, will meet in hell.

  Ovid.
     Farewell all company, and, if l could,
     All light with thee! hell's shade should hide my brows,
     Till thy dear beauty's beams redeem'd my vows.
                                                         [Going
  Jul.
     Ovid, my love; alas! may we not stay.
     A little longer, think'st thou, undiscern'd?

  Ovid.
     For thine own good, fair goddess, do not stay.
     Who would engage a firmament of fires
     Shining in thee, for me, a falling star?
     Be gone, sweet life-blood; if I should discern
     Thyself but touch'd for my sake, I should die.

  Jul.
     I will begone, then; and not heaven itself
     Shall draw me back.                                [Going.

  Ovid.
     Yet, Julia, if thou Wilt, A little longer stay.

  Jul.
     I am content.

  Ovid.
     O, mighty Ovid! what the sway of heaven
     Could not retire, my breath hath turned back.

  Jul.
     Who shall go first, my love? my passionate eyes
     Will not endure to see thee turn from me.

  Ovid.
     If thou go first, my soul
     Will follow thee.

  Jul.
     Then we must stay.

  Ovid.
     Ay me, there is no stay
     In amorous pleasures; if both stay, both die.
     I hear thy father; hence, my deity.
                                   [Julia retires from the window.
     Fear forgeth sounds in my deluded ears;
     I did not hear him; I am mad with love.
     There is no spirit under heaven, that works
     With such illusion; yet such witchcraft kill me,
     Ere a sound mind, without it, save my life!
     Here, on my knees, I worship the blest place
     That held my goddess; and the loving air,
     That closed her body in his silken arms.
     Vain Ovid! kneel not to the place, nor air;
     She's in thy heart; rise then, and worship there.
     The truest wisdom silly men can have,
     Is dotage on the follies of their flesh.                [Exit.




              ACT V SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Palace.

           Enter CAESAR, MECAENAS, GALLUS, TIBULLUS, HORACE,
                      and Equites Romani.

  Caes.
     We, that have conquer'd still, to save the conquer'd,
     And loved to make inflictions fear'd, not felt;
     Grieved to reprove, and joyful to reward;
     More proud of reconcilement than revenge;
     Resume into the late state of our love,
     Worthy Cornelius Gallus, and Tibullus:
     You both are gentlemen: and, you, Cornelius,
     A soldier of renown, and the first provost
     That ever let our Roman eagles fly
     On swarthy AEgypt, quarried with her spoils.
     Yet (not to bear cold forms, nor men's out-terms,
     Without the inward fires, and lives of men)
     You both have virtues shining through your shapes;
     To shew, your titles are not writ on posts,
     Or hollow statues which the best men are,
     Without Promethean stuffings reach'd from heaven!
     Sweet poesy's sacred garlands crown your gentry:
     Which is, of all the faculties on earth,
     The most abstract and perfect; if she be
     True-born, and nursed with all the sciences.
     She can so mould Rome, and her monuments,
     Within the liquid marble of her lines,
     That they shall stand fresh and miraculous,
     Even when they mix with innovating dust;
     In her sweet streams shall our brave Roman spirits
     Chase, and swim after death, with their choice deeds
     Shining on their white shoulders; and therein
     Shall Tyber, and our famous rivers fall
     With such attraction, that the ambitious line
     Of the round world shall to her centre shrink,
     To hear their music: and, for these high parts,
     Caesar shall reverence the Pierian arts.

  Mec.
     Your majesty's high grace to poesy,
     Shall stand 'gainst all the dull detractions
     Of leaden souls; who, for the vain assumings
     Of some, quite worthless of her sovereign wreaths,
     Contain her worthiest prophets in contempt.
     Gal. Happy is Rome of all earth's other states,
     To have so true and great a president,
     For her inferior spirits to imitate,
     As Caesar is; who addeth to the sun
     Influence and lustre; in increasing thus
     His inspirations, kindling fire in us.

  Hor.
     Phoebus himself shall kneel at Caesar's shrine,
     And deck it with bay garlands dew'd with wine,
     To quit the worship Caesar does to him:
     Where other princes, hoisted to their thrones
     By Fortune's passionate and disorder'd power,
     Sit in their height, like clouds before the sun,
     Hindering his comforts; and, by their excess
     Of cold in virtue, and cross heat in vice,
     Thunder and tempest on those learned heads,
     Whom Caesar with such honour doth advance.

  Tib.
     All human business fortune doth command
     Without all order; and with her blind hand,
     She, blind, bestows blind gifts, that still have nurst,
     They see not who, nor how, but still, the worst.

  Caes.
     Caesar, for his rule, and for so much stuff
     As Fortune puts in his hand, shall dispose it,
     As if his hand had eyes and soul in it,
     With worth and judgment. Hands, that part with gifts
     Or will restrain their use, without desert,
     Or with a misery numb'd to virtue's right,
     Work, as they had no soul to govern them,
     And quite reject her; severing their estates
     From human order. Whosoever can,
     And will not cherish virtue, is no man.
                             [Enter some of the Equestrian Order.
  Eques. Virgil is now at hand, imperial Caesar.

  Caes.
     Rome's honour is at hand then. Fetch a chair,
     And set it on our right hand, where 'tis fit
     Rome's honour and our own should ever sit.
     Now he is come out of Campania,
     I doubt not he hath finish'd all his AEneids.
     Which, like another soul, I long to enjoy.
     What think you three of Virgil, gentlemen,
     That are of his profession, though rank'd higher;
     Or, Horace, what say'st thou, that art the poorest,
     And likeliest to envy, or to detract

  Hor.
     Caesar speaks after common men in this,
     To make a difference of me for my poorness;
     As if the filth of poverty sunk as deep
     Into a knowing spirit, as the bane
     Of riches doth into an ignorant soul.
     No, Caesar, they be pathless, moorish minds
     That being once made rotten with the dung
     Of damned riches, ever after sink
     Beneath the steps of any villainy.
     But knowledge is the nectar that keeps sweet
     A perfect soul, even in this grave of sin;
     And for my soul, it is as free as Caesar's,
     For what 1 know is due I'll give to all.
     He that detracts or envies virtuous merit,
     Is still the covetous and the ignorant spirit.

  Caes.
     Thanks, Horace, for thy free and wholesome sharpness,
     Which pleaseth Caesar more than servile fawns.
     A flatter'd prince soon turns the prince of fools.
     And for thy sake, we'll put no difference more
     Between the great and good for being poor.
     Say then, loved Horace, thy true thought of Virgil.

  Hor.
     I judge him of a rectified spirit,
     By many revolutions of discourse,
     (In his bright reason's influence,) refined
     From all the tartarous moods of common men;
     Bearing the nature and similitude
     Of a right heavenly body; most severe
     In fashion and collection of himself;
     And, then, as clear and confident as Jove.

  Gal.
     And yet so chaste and tender is his ear,
     In suffering any syllable to pass,
     That he thinks may become the honour'd name
     Of issue to his so examined self,
     That all the lasting fruits of his full merit,
     In his own poems, he doth still distaste;
     And if his mind's piece, which he strove to paint,
     Could not with fleshly pencils have her right.

  Tib.
     But to approve his works of sovereign worth,
     This observation, methinks, more than serves,
     And is not vulgar. That which he hath writ
     Is with such judgment labour'd, and distill'd
     Through all the needful uses of our lives,
     That could a man remember but his lines,
     He should not touch at any serious point,
     But he might breathe his spirit out of him.

  Caes.
     You mean, he might repeat part of his works,
     As fit for any conference he can use?

  Tib. True, royal Caesar.

  Caes.
     Worthily observed;
     And a most worthy virtue in his works.
     What thinks material Horace of his learning?

  Hor.
     His learning savours not the school-like gloss,
     That most consists in echoing words and terms,
     And soonest wins a man an empty name;
     Nor any long or far-fetch'd circumstance
     Wrapp'd in the curious generalities of arts;
     But a direct and analytic sum
     Of all the worth and first effects of arts.
     And for his poesy, 'tis so ramm'd with life,
     That it shall gather strength of life, with being,
     And live hereafter more admired than now.

  Caes.
     This one consent in all your dooms of him,
     And mutual loves of all your several merits,
     Argues a truth of merit in you all.---
                                                     [Enter VIRGIL.
     See, here comes Virgil; we will rise and greet him.
     Welcome to Caesar, Virgil! Caesar and Virgil
     Shall differ but in sound; to Caesar, Virgil,
     Of his expressed greatness, shall be made
     A second sirname, and to Virgil, Caesar.
     Where are thy famous AEneids? do us grace
     To let us see, and surfeit on their sight.

  Virg.
     Worthless they are of Caesar's gracious eyes,
     If they were perfect; much more with their wants,
     Which are yet more than my time could supply.
     And, could great Caesar's expectation
     Be satisfied with any other service,
     I would not shew them.

  Caes.
     Virgil is too modest;
     Or seeks, in vain, to make our longings more:
     Shew them, sweet Virgil.

  Virg.
     Then, in such due fear
     As fits presenters of great works to Caesar,
     I humbly shew them.

  Caes.
     Let us now behold
     A human soul made visible in life;
     And more refulgent in a senseless paper
     Than in the sensual complement of kings.
     Read, read thyself, dear Virgil; let not me
     Profane one accent with an untuned tongue:
     Best matter, badly shewn, shews worse than bad.
     See then this chair, of purpose set for thee
     To read thy poem in; refuse it not.
     Virtue, without presumption, place may take
     Above best kings, whom only she should make.

  Virg.
     It will be thought a thing ridiculous
     To present eyes, and to all future times
     A gross untruth, that any poet, void
     Of birth, or wealth, or temporal dignity,
     Should, with decorum, transcend Caesar's chair.
     Poor virtue raised, high birth and wealth set under,
     Crosseth heaven's courses, and makes worldlings wonder.

  Caes.
     The course of heaven, and fate itself, in this,
     Will Ceasar cross; much more all worldly custom.

  Hor.
     Custom, in course of honour, ever errs;
     And they are best whom fortune least prefers.

  Caes.
     Horace hath but more strictly spoke our thoughts.
     The vast rude swing of general confluence
     Is, in particular ends, exempt from sense:
     And therefore reason (which in right should be
     The special rector of all harmony)
     Shall shew we are a man distinct by it,
     From those, whom custom rapteth in her press.
     Ascend then, Virgil; and where first by chance
     We here have turn'd thy book, do thou first read.

  Virg.
     Great Caesar hath his will; I will ascend.
     'Twere simple injury to his free hand,
     That sweeps the cobwebs from unused virtue,
     And makes her shine proportion'd to her worth,
     To be more nice to entertain his grace,
     Than he is choice, and liberal to afford it.

  Caes.
     Gentlemen of our chamber, guard the doors,
     And let none enter;
                                                  [Exeunt Equites.]
                         peace. Begin, good Virgil.

  Virg.
     Meanwhile the skies 'gan thunder, and in tail
     Of that, fell pouring storms of sleet and hail:
     The Tyrian lords and Trojan youth, each where
     With Venus' Dardane nephew, now, in fear,
     Seek out for several shelter through the plain,
     Whilst floods come rolling from the hills amain.
     Dido a cave, the Trojan prince the same
     Lighted upon. There earth and heaven's great dame,
     That hath the charge of marriage, first gave sign
     Unto his contract; fire and air did shine,
     As guilty of the match; and from the hill
     The nymphs with shriekings do the region fill.
     Here first began their bane; this day was ground
     Of all their ills; for now, nor rumour's sound,
     Nor nice respect of state, moves Dido ought;
     Her love no longer now by stealth is sought:
     She calls this wedlock, and with that fair name
     Covers her fault. Forthwith the bruit and fame,
     Through all the greatest Lybian towns is gone;
     Fame, a fleet evil, than which is swifter none,
     That moving grows, and flying gathers strength,
     Little at first, and fearful; but at length
     She dares attempt the skies, and stalking proud
     With feet on ground, her head doth pierce a cloud!
     This child, our parent earth, stirr'd up with spite
     Of all the gods, brought forth; and, as some write,
     She was last sister of that giant race
     That thought to scale Jove' s court; right swift of pace,
     And swifter far of wing; a monster vast,
     And dreadful. Look, how many plumes are placed
     On her huge corps, so many waking eyes
     Stick underneath; and, which may stranger rise
     In the report, as many tongues she bears,
     As many mouths, as many listening ears.
     Nightly, in midst of all the heaven, she flies,
     And through the earth's dark shadow shrieking cries,
     Nor do her eyes once bend to taste sweet sleep;
     By day on tops of houses she doth keep,
     Or on high towers; and doth thence affright
     Cities and towns of most conspicuous site:
     As covetous she is of tales and lies,
     As prodigal of truth: this monster--

  Lup. [within.] Come, follow me, assist me, second me! Where'! the
  emperor?

  1 Eques. [within.] Sir, you must pardon us.

  2 Eques. [within.] Caesar is private now; you may not enter.

  Tuc. [within.] Not enter! Charge them upon their allegiance,
  cropshin.

  1 Eques. [within.] We have a charge to the contrary, sir.

  Lup. [within.] I pronounce you all traitors, horrible traitors:
  What! do you know my affairs? I have matter of danger and state to
  impart to Caesar.

  Caes. What noise is there? who's that names Caesar?

  Lup. [within.] A friend to Caesar. One that, for Caesar's good,
  would speak with Caesar.

  Caes. Who is it? look, Cornelius.

  1 Eques. [within.] Asinius Lupus.

  Caes.
     O, bid the turbulent informer hence;
     We have no vacant ear now, to receive
     The unseason'd fruits of his officious tongue.

  Mec. You must avoid him there.

  Lup. [within.] I conjure thee, as thou art. Caesar, or respectest
  thine own safety, or the safety of the state, Caesar, hear me,
  speak with me, Caesar; 'tis no common business I come about, but
  such, as being neglected, may concern the life of Caesar.

  Caes. The life of Caesar! Let him enter. Virgil, keep thy seat.
                               Enter Lupus, Tucca, and Lictors.
  Eques. [within.] Bear back, there: whither will you? keep back!

  Tuc. By thy leave, goodman usher: mend thy peruke; so.

  Lup. Lay hold on Horace there; and on Mecaenas, lictors. Romans,
  offer no rescue, upon your allegiance: read, royal Caesar. [Gives a
  paper.] I'll tickle you, Satyr.

  Tuc. He will, Humours, he will; he will squeeze you, poet
  puck-fist.

  Lup. I'll lop you off for an unprofitable branch, you satirical
  varlet.

  Tuc. Ay, and Epaminondas your patron here, with his flagon chain;
  come, resign: [takes off Mecaenas' chain,] though 'twere your great
  grandfather's, the law has made it mine now, sir. Look to him, my
  party-coloured rascals; look to him.

  Caes. What is this, Asinius Lupus? I understand it not.

  Lup. Not understand it! A libel, Caesar; a dangerous, seditious
  libel; a libel in picture.

  Caes. A libel!

  Lup. Ay, I found it in this Horace his study, in Mecaenas his
  house, here; I challenge the penalty of the laws against them.

  Tuc. Ay, and remember to beg their land betimes; before some of
  these hungry court-hounds scent it out.

  Caes. Shew it to Horace: ask him if he know it.

  Lup. Know it! his hand is at it, Caesar.

  Caes. Then 'tis no libel.

  Hor. It is the imperfect body of an emblem, Caesar, I began for
  Mecaenas.

  Lup. An emblem! right: that's Greek for a libel. Do but mark how
  confident he is.

  Hor.
     A just man cannot fear, thou foolish tribune;
     Not, though the malice of traducing tongues,
     The open vastness of a tyrant's ear,
     The senseless rigour of the wrested laws,
     Or the red eyes of strain'd authority,
     Should, in a point, meet all to take his life:
     His innocence is armour 'gainst all these.

  Lup. Innocence! O impudence! let me see, let me see! Is not here an
  eagle! and is not that eagle meant by Caesar, ha? Does not Caesar
  give the eagle? answer me; what sayest thou?

  Tuc. Hast thou any evasion, stinkard?

  Lup. Now he's turn'd dumb. I'll tickle you, Satyr.

  Hor. Pish: ha, ha!

  Lup. Dost thou pish me? Give me my long sword.

  Hor.
     With reverence to great Caesar, worthy Romans,
     Observe but this ridiculous commenter;
     The soul 'to my device was in this distich:
     Thus oft, the base and ravenous multitude
     Survive, to share the spoils of fortitude.
     Which in this body I have figured here,
     A vulture--

  Lup. A vulture! Ay, now, 'tis a vulture. O abominable! monstrous!
  monstrous! has not your vulture a beak? has it not legs, and
  talons, and wings, and feathers?

  Tuc. Touch him, old buskins.

  Hor. And therefore must it be an eagle?

  Mec. Respect him not, good Horace: say your device.

  Hor. A vulture and a wolf

  Lup. A wolf! good: that's I; I am the wolf: my name's Lupus; I am
  meant by the wolf. On, on; a vulture and a wolf

  Hor. Preying upon the carcass of an ass--

  Lup. An ass! good still: that's I too; I am the ass. You mean me by
  the ass.

  Mec. Prithee, leave braying then.

  Hor. If you will needs take it, I cannot with modesty give it from
  you.

  Mec.
     But, by that beast, the old Egyptians
     Were wont to figure, in their hieroglyphics,
     Patience, frugality, and fortitude;
     For none of which we can suspect you, tribune.

  Caes. Who was it, Lupus, that inform'd you first, This should be
  meant by us? Or was't your comment?

  Lup. No, Caesar; a player gave me the first light of it indeed.

  Tuc. Ay, an honest sycophant-like slave, and a politician besides

  Caes. Where is that player?

  Tuc. He is without here.

  Caes. Call him in.

  Tuc. Call in the player there: master AEsop, call him.

  Equites. [within.] Player! where is the player? bear back: none but
  the player enter.
                 [Enter AESOP, followed by CRISPINUS and DEMETRIUS.
  Tuc. Yes, this gentleman and his Achates must.

  Cris. Pray you, master usher:--we'll stand close, here.

  Tuc. 'Tis a gentleman of quality, this; though he be somewhat out
  of clothes, I tell ye.--Come, AEsop, hast a bay-leaf in thy mouth?
  Well said; be not out, stinkard. Thou shalt have a monopoly of
  playing confirm'd to thee, and thy covey, under the emperor's broad
  seal, for this service.

  Caes. Is this he?

  Lup. Ay, Caesar, this is he.

  Caes.
     Let him be whipped. Lictors, go take him hence.
     And, Lupus, for your fierce credulity,
     One fit him with a pair of larger ears:
     'Tis Caesar's doom, and must not be revoked.
     We hate to have our court and peace disturb'd
     With these quotidian clamours. See it done.

  Lup. Caesar! [Exeunt some of the Lictors, with Lupus and AEsop

  Caes. Gag him, [that] we may have his silence.

  Virg.
     Caesar hath done like Caesar. Fair and just
     Is his award, against these brainless creatures.
     'Tis not the wholesome sharp morality,
     Or modest anger of a satiric spirit,
     That hurts or wounds the body of the state;
     But the sinister application
     Of the malicious, ignorant, and base
     Interpreter; who will distort, and strain
     The general scope and purpose of an author
     To his particular and private spleen.

  Caes.
     We know it, our dear Virgil, and esteem it
     A most dishonest practice in that man,
     Will seem too witty in another's work.
     What would Cornelius Gallus, and Tibullus?
                                             [They whisper Caesar.
  Tuc. [to Mecaenas.] Nay, but as thou art a man, dost hear! a man
  of worship and honourable: hold, here, take thy chain again.
  Resume, mad Mecoenas. What! dost thou think I meant to have kept
  it, old boy? no: I did it but to fright thee, I, to try how thou
  would'st take it. What! will I turn shark upon my friends, or my
  friends' friends? I scorn it with my three souls. Come, I love
  bully Horace as well as thou dost, I: 'tis an honest hieroglyphic.
  Give me thy wrist, Helicon. Dost thou think I'll second e'er a
  rhinoceros of them all, against thee, ha? or thy noble Hippocrene,
  here? I'll turn stager first, and be whipt too: dost thou see,
  bully?

  Caes.
     You have your will of Caesar: use it, Romans.
     Virgil shall be your praetor: and ourself
     Will here sit by, spectator of your sports;
     And think it no impeach of royalty.
     Our ear is now too much profaned, grave Maro,
     With these distastes, to take thy sacred lines;
     Put up thy book, till both the time and we
     Be fitted with more hallow'd circumstance
     For the receiving of so divine a work.
     Proceed with your design.

  Mec. Gal. Tib. Thanks to great Caesar.

  Gal. Tibullus, draw you the indictment then, whilst Horace arrests
  them on the statute of Calumny. Mecaenas and I will take our
  places here. Lictors, assist him.

  Hor. I am the worst accuser under heaven.

  Gal. Tut, you must do it; 'twill be noble mirth.

  Hor. I take no knowledge that they do malign me.

  Tib. Ay, but the world takes knowledge.

  Hor.
     Would the world knew
     How heartily I wish a fool should hate me!

  Tuc. Body of Jupiter! what! will they arraign my brisk Poetaster
  and his poor journeyman, ha? Would I were abroad skeldering for, a
  drachm, so I were out of this labyrinth again! I do feel myself
  turn stinkard already: but I must set the best face I have upon't
  now. [Aside.]--Well said, my divine, deft Horace, bring the whoreson
  detracting slaves to the bar, do; make them hold up their spread
  golls: I'll give in evidence for thee, if thou wilt. Take courage,
  Crlspinus; would thy man had a clean band!

  Cris. What must we do, captain?

  Tuc. Thou shalt see anon: do not make division with thy legs so.

  Caes. What's he. Horace?

  Hor. I only know him for a motion, Caesar.

  Tuc. I am one of thy commanders, Caesar; a man of service and
  action: my name is Pantilius Tucca; I have served in thy wars
  against Mark Antony, I.

  Caes. Do you know him, Cornelius?

  Gal. He's one that hath had the mustering, or convoy of a company
  now and then: I never noted him by any other employment.

  Caes. We will observe him better.

  Tib. Lictor, proclaim silence in the court.

  Lict. In the name of Caesar, silence!

  Tib. Let the parties, the accuser and the accused, present
  themselves.

  Lict. The accuser and the accused, present yourselves in court.

  Cris. Dem. Here.

  Virg. Read the indictment.

  Tib. Rufus Laberius Crispinus, and Demetrius Fannius, hold up your
  hands. You are, before this time, jointly and severally indicted,
  and here presently to be arraigned upon the statute of calumny, or
  Lex Remmia, the one by the name of Rufus Laberius Crispinus, alias
  Cri-spinus, poetaster and plagiary, the other by the name of
  Demetrius Fannius, play-dresser and plagiary. That you (not having
  the fear of Phoebus, or his shafts, before your eyes) contrary to
  the peace of our liege lord, Augustus Caesar, his crown and
  dignity, and against the form of a statute, in that case made and
  provided, have moat ignorantly, foolishly, and, more like
  yourselves, maliciously, gone about to deprave, and calumniate the
  person and writings of Quintus Horatius Flaccus, here present,
  poet, and priest to the Muses, and to that end have mutually
  conspired and plotted, at sundry times, as by several means, and in
  sundry places, for the better accomplishing your base and envious
  purpose, taxing him falsely, of self-love, arrogancy, impudence,
  railing, filching by translation, etc. Of all which calumnies, and
  every of them, in manner and form aforesaid, what answer you! Are
  you guilty, or not guilty?

  Tuc. Not guilty, say.

  Cris. Dem. Not guilty.

  Tib. How will you be tried?
                                          [Aside to Crispinus.
  Tuc. By the Roman Gods, and the noblest Romans.

  Cris. Dem. By the Roman gods, and the noblest Romans.

  Virg. Here sits Mecaenas, and Cornelius Gallus, are you contented
  to be tried by these?
                                                        [Aside.
  Tuc. Ay, so the noble captain may be joined with them in
  commission, say.

  Cris. Dem. Ay, so the noble captain may be joined
  with them in commission.

  Virg. What says the plaintiff?

  Hor. I am content.

  Virg. Captain, then take your place.

  Tuc. alas, my worshipful praetor! 'tis more of thy gentleness than
  of my deserving, I wusse. But since it hath pleased the court to
  make choice of my wisdom and gravity, come, my calumnious
  varlets; let's hear you talk for yourselves, now, an hour or two.
  What can you say? Make a noise. Act, act!

  Virg.
     Stay, turn, and take an oath first. You shall swear,
     By thunder-darting Jove, the king of gods,
     And by the genius of Augustus Caesar;
     By your own white and uncorrupted souls,
     And the deep reverence of our Roman justice;
     To judge this case, with truth and equity:
     As bound by your religion, and your laws.
     Now read the evidence: but first demand
     Of either prisoner, if that writ be theirs.
                                            [Gives him two papers.
  Tib. Shew this unto Crispinus. Is it yours?

  Tuc. Say, ay. [Aside.]--What! dost thou stand upon it, pimp! Do not
  deny thine own Minerva, thy Pallas, the issue of thy brain.

  Oris. Yes it is mine.

  Tib. Shew that unto Demetrius. Is it yours?

  Dem. It is.

  Tuc. There's a father will not deny his own bastard now, I warrant
  thee.

  Virg. Read them aloud.

  Tib.
     Ramp up my genius, be not retrograde;
     But boldly nominate a spade a spade
     What, shall thy lubrical and glibbery muse
     Live, as she were defunct, like punk in stews!

  Tuc. Excellent!

     Alas! that were no modern consequence,
     To have cothurnal buskins frighted hence.
     No, teach thy Incubus to poetise;
     And throw abroad thy spurious snotteries,
     Upon that puft-up lump of balmy froth.

  Tuc. Ah, Ah!

     Or clumsy chilblain'd judgment; that with oath
     Magnificates his merit; and beapawls
     The conscious time, with humorous foam and brawls,
     As if his organons of sense would crack
     The sinews of my patience. Break his back,
     O poets all and some! for now we list
     Of strenuous vengeance to clutch the fist.
           CRISPINUS.

  Tuc. Ay, marry, this was written like a Hercules in poetry, now.

  Caes. Excellently well threaten'd!

  Virg. And as strangely worded, Caesar.

  Caes. We observe it.

  Virg. The other now.

  Tuc. This is a fellow of a good prodigal tongue too, this will do
  well.

  Tib.
     Our Muse is in mind for th' untrussing a poet,
     I slip by his name, for most men do know it:
     A critic, that all the world bescumbers
     With satirical humours and lyrical numbers:

  Tuc. Art thou there, boy?

     And for the most part, himself doth advance
     With much self-love, and more arrogance.

  Tuc. Good again!

     And, but that I would not be thought a prater,
     I could tell you he were a translator.
     I know the authors from whence he has stole,
     And could trace him too, but that
     I understand them not full and whole.

  Tuc. That line is broke loose from all his fellows: chain him up
  shorter, do.

     The best note I can give you to know him by,
     Is, that he keeps gallants' company;
     Whom I could wish, in time should him fear,
     Lest after they buy repentance too dear.
                DEME. FANNIUS.

  Tuc. Well said! This carries palm with it.

  Hor.
     And why, thou motley gull, why should they fear!
     When hast thou known us wrong or tax a friend?
     I dare thy malice to betray it. Speak.
     Now thou curl'st up, thou poor and nasty snake,
     And shrink'st thy poisonous head into thy bosom:
     Out, viper! thou that eat'st thy parents, hence!
     Rather, such speckled creatures, as thyself,
     Should be eschew'd, and shunn'd; such as will bite
     And gnaw their absent friends, not cure their fame;
     Catch at the loosest laughters, and affect
     To be thought jesters; such as can devise
     Things never seen, or head, t'impair men's names,
     And gratify their credulous adversaries;
     Will carry tales, do basest offices,
     Cherish divided fires, and still encrease
     New flames, out of old embers; will reveal
     Each secret that's committed to their trust:
     These be black slaves; Romans, take heed of these.

  Tuc. Thou twang'st right, little Horace: they be indeed a couple of
  chap-fall'n curs. Come, we of the bench, let's rise to the urn, and
  condemn them quickly.

  Virg.
     Before you go together, worthy Romans,
     We are to tender our opinion;
     And give you those instructions, that may add
     Unto your even judgment in the cause:
     Which thus we do commence. First, you must know,
     That where there is a true and perfect merit,
     There can be no dejection; and the scorn
     Of humble baseness, oftentimes so works
     In a high soul, upon the grosser spirit,
     That to his bleared and offended sense,
     There seems a hideous fault blazed in the object;
     When only the disease is in his eyes.
     Here-hence it comes our Horace now stands tax'd
     Of impudence, self-love, and arrogance,
     By those who share no merit in themselves;
     And therefore think his portion is as small.
     For they, from their own guilt, assure their souls,
     If they should confidently praise their works,
     In them it would appear inflation:
     Which, in a full and well digested man,
     Cannot receive that foul abusive name,
     But the fair title of erection.
     And, for his true use of translating men,
     It still hath been a work of as much palm,
     In clearest judgments, as to invent or make,
     His sharpness,---that is most excusable;
     As being forced out of a suffering virtue,
     Oppressed with the license of the time:---
     And howsoever fools or jerking pedants,
     Players, or suchlike buffoon barking wits,
     May with their beggarly and barren trash
     Tickle base vulgar ears, in their despite;
     This, like Jove's thunder, shall their pride control,
     "The honest satire hath the happiest soul."

     Now, Romans, you have heard our thoughts;
        withdraw when you please.

  Tib. Remove the accused from the bar.

  Tuc. Who holds the urn to us, ha? Fear nothing, I'll quit you, mine
  honest pitiful stinkards; I'll do't.

  Cris. Captain, you shall eternally girt me to you, as I am
  generous.

  Tuc. Go to.

  Caes. Tibullus, let there be a case of vizards privately provided;
  we have found a subject to bestow them on.

  Tib. It shall be done, Caesar.

  Caes. Here be words, Horace, able to bastinado a man's ears.

  Hor. Ay.
     Please it, great Caesar, I have pills about me,
     Mixt with the whitest kind of hellebore,
     Would give him a light vomit, that should purge
     His brain and stomach of those tumorous heats:
     Might I have leave to minister unto him.

  Caes.
     O, be his AEsculapius, gentle Horace!
     You shall have leave, and he shall be your patient. Virgil,
     Use your authority, command him forth.

  Virg.
     Caesar is careful of your health, Crispinus;
     And hath himself chose a physician
     To minister unto you: take his pills.

  Hor.
     They are somewhat bitter, sir, but very wholesome.
     Take yet another; so: stand by, they'll work anon.

  Tib. Romans, return to your several seats: lictors, bring forward
  the urn; and set the accused to the bar.

  Tuc. Quickly, you whoreson egregious varlets; come forward. What!
  shall we sit all day upon you? You make no more haste now, than a
  beggar upon pattens; or a physician to a patient that has no money,
  you pilchers.

  Tib. Rufus Laberius Crispinus, and Demetrius Fannius, hold up your
  hands. You have, according to the Roman custom, put yourselves upon
  trial to the urn, for divers and sundry calumnies, whereof you
  have, before this time, been indicted, and are now presently
  arraigned: prepare yourselves to hearken to the verdict of your
  tryers. Caius Cilnius Mecaenas pronounceth you, by this
  hand-writing, guilty. Cornelius Gallus, guilty. Pantilius Tucca--

  Tuc. Parcel-guilty, I.

  Dem.
     He means himself; for it was he indeed
     Suborn'd us to the calumny.

  Tuc. I, you whoreson cantharides! was it I?

  Dem. I appeal to your conscience, captain.

  Tib. Then you confess it now?

  Dem. I do, and crave the mercy of the court.

  Tib. What saith Crispinus?

  Cris. O, the captain, the captain---

  Bor. My physic begins to work with my patient, I see.

  Virg. Captain, stand forth and answer.

  Tuc. Hold thy peace, poet praetor: I appeal from thee to Caesar, I.
  Do me right, royal Caesar.

  Caes.
     Marry, and I will, sir.---Lictors, gag him; do.
     And put a case of vizards o'er his head,
     That he may look bifronted, as he speaks.

  Tuc. Gods and fiends! Caesar! thou wilt not, Caesar, wilt thou?
  Away, you whoreson vultures; away. You think I am a dead corps now,
  because Caesar is disposed to jest with a man of mark, or so. Hold
  your hook'd talons out of my flesh, you inhuman harpies. Go to,
  do't. What! will the royal Augustus cast away a gentleman of
  worship, a captain and a commander, for a couple of condemn'd
  caitiff calumnious cargos?

  Caes. Dispatch, lictors.

  Tuc. Caesar!                   [The vizards are put upon him.

  Caes. Forward, Tibullus.

  Virg. Demand what cause they had to malign Horace.

  Dem. In troth, no great cause, not I, I must confess; but that he
  kept better company, for the most part, than I; and that better men
  loved him than loved me; and that his writings thrived better than
  mine, and were better liked and graced: nothing else.

  Virg.
     Thus envious souls repine at others' good.

  Hor.
     If this be all, faith, I forgive thee freely.
     Envy me still, so long as Virgil loves me,
     Gallus, Tibullus, and the best-best Caesar,
     My dear Mecaenas; while these, with many more,
     Whose names I wisely slip, shall think me worthy
     Their honour'd and adored society,
     And read and love, prove and applaud my poems;
     I would not wish but such as you should spite them.


  Cris. O--!

  Tib. How now, Crispinus? C

  Cris. O, I am sick--!

  Hor. A bason, a bason, quickly; our physic works. Faint not, man.

  Cris. O------retrograde------reciprocal------incubus.

  Caes. What's that, Horace?

  Hor. Retrograde, reciprocal, and incubus, are come up.

  Gal. Thanks be to Jupiter!

  Cris. O------glibbery------lubrical------defunct------O------!

  Hor. Well said; here's some store.

  Virg. What are they?

  Hor. Glibbery, lubrical, and defunct.

  Gal. O, they came up easy.

  Cris. O------O------!

  Tib. What's that?

  Hor. Nothing yet.

  Cris. Magnificate------

  Mec. Magnificate!  That came up somewhat hard.

  Hor. Ay. What cheer, Crispinus?

  Cris. O! I shall cast up my------spurious------snotteries------

  Hor. Good. Again.

  Oris. Chilblain'd------O------O------clumsie------

  Hor. That clumsie stuck terribly.

  Mec. What's all that, Horace?

  Hor. Spurious, snotteries, chilblain'd, clumsie.

  Tib. O Jupiter!

  Gal. Who would have thought there should have been such a deal of
  filth in a poet?

  Cris. O------balmy froth------

  Caes. What's that?

  Cris.------Puffie------inflate------turgidious-------ventosity.

  Hor. Balmy, froth, puffie, inflate, turgidous, and ventosity are
  come up.

  Tib. O terrible windy words.

  Gal. A sign of a windy brain.

  Cris. O------oblatrant------furibund------fatuate------strenuous---

  Hor. Here's a deal; oblatrant, furibund, fatuate, strenuous.

  Caes. Now all's come up, I trow. What a tumult he had in his belly?

  Hor. No, there's the often conscious damp behind still.

  Cris. O------conscious------damp.

  Hor. It is come up, thanks to Apollo and AEsculapius: another; you
  were best take a pill more.

  Cris. O, no; O------O------O------O------O!

  Hor. Force yourself then a little with your finger.

  Cris. O------O------prorumped.

  Tib. Prorumped I What a noise it made! as if his spirit would have
  prorumpt with it.

  Cris. O------O------O!

  Virg. Help him, it sticks strangely, whatever it is.

  Cris. O------clutcht

  Hor. Now it is come; clutcht.

  Caes. Clutcht!  it is well that's come up; it had but a narrow
  passage.

  Cris. O------!

  Virg. Again! hold him, hold his head there.

  Cris. Snarling gusts------quaking custard.

  Hor. How now, Crispinus?

  Cris. O------obstupefact.

  Tib. Nay, that are all we, I assure you.

  Hor. How do you feel yourself?

  Cris. Pretty and well, I thank you.

  Virg.
     These pills can but restore him for a time,
     Not cure him quite of such a malady,
     Caught by so many surfeits, which have fill'd
     His blood and brain thus full of crudities:
     'Tis necessary therefore he observe
     A strict and wholesome diet. Look you take
     Each morning of old Cato's principles
     A good draught next your heart; that walk upon,
     Till it be well digested: then come home,
     And taste a piece of Terence, suck his phrase
     Instead of liquorice; and, at any hand,
     Shun Plautus and old Ennius: they are meats
     Too harsh for a weak stomach.
     Use to read (But not without a tutor) the best Greeks,
     As Orpheus, Musaeus, Pindarus,
     Hesiod, Callimachus, and Theocrite,
     High Homer; but beware of Lycophron,
     He is too dark and dangerous a dish.
     You must not hunt for wild outlandish terms,
     To stuff out a peculiar dialect;
     But let your matter run before your words.
     And if at any time you chance to meet
     Some Gallo-Belgic phrase; you shall not straight.
     Rack your poor verse to give it entertainment,
     But let it pass; and do not think yourself
     Much damnified, if you do leave it out,
     When nor your understanding, nor the sense
     Could well receive it. This fair abstinence,
     In time, will render you more sound and clear:
     And this have I prescribed to you, in place
     Of a strict sentence; which till he perform,
     Attire him in that robe. And henceforth learn
     To bear yourself more humbly; not to swell,
     Or breathe your insolent and idle spite
     On him whose laughter can your worst affright.

  Tib. Take him away.

  Cris. Jupiter guard Caesar!

  Virg.
     And for a week or two see him lock'd up
     In some dark place, removed from company;
     He will talk idly else after his physic.
     Now to you, sir. [to Demetrius.] The extremity of law
     Awards you to be branded in the front,
     For this your calumny: but since it pleaseth
     Horace, the party wrong'd, t' intreat of Caesar
     A mitigation of that juster doom,
     With Caesar's tongue thus we pronounce your sentence.
     Demetrius Fannius, thou shalt here put on
     That coat and cap, and henceforth think thyself
     No other than they make thee; vow to wear them
     In every fair and generous assembly,
     Till the best sort of minds shall take to knowledge
     As well thy satisfaction, as thy wrongs.

  Hor.
     Only, grave praetor, here, in open court,
     I crave the oath for good behaviour
     May be administer'd unto them both.

  Virg.
     Horace, it shall: Tibullus, give it them.

  Tib. Rufus Laberius Crispinus, and Demetrius Fannius, lay your
  hands on your hearts. You shall here solemnly attest and swear,
  that never, after this instant, either at booksellers' stalls, in
  taverns, two-penny rooms, tyring-houses, noblemen's butteries,
  puisents chambers, (the best and farthest places where you are
  admitted to come,) you shall once offer or dare (thereby to endear
  yourself the more to any player, enghle, or guilty gull in your
  company) to malign, traduce, or detract the person or writings of
  Quintus Horatius Flaccus, or any other eminent men, transcending
  you in merit, whom your envy shall find cause to work upon, either
  for that, or for keeping himself in better acquaintance, or
  enjoying better friends, or if, transported by any sudden and
  desperate resolution, you do, that then you shall not under the
  batoon, or in the next presence, being an honourable assembly of
  his favourers, be brought as voluntary gentlemen to undertake the
  for-swearing of it. Neither shall you, at any time, ambitiously
  affecting the title of the Untrussers or Whippers of the age,
  suffer the itch of writing to over-run your performance in libel,
  upon pain of being taken up for lepers in wit, and, losing both
  your time and your papers, be irrecoverably forfeited to the
  hospital of fools. So help you our Roman gods and the Genius of
  great Caesar.

  Virg. So! now dissolve the court.

  Bor. Tib. Gal. Mec. And thanks to Caesar, That thus hath exercised
  his patience.

  Caes.
     We have, indeed, you worthiest friends of Caesar.
     It is the bane and torment of our ears,
     To hear the discords of those jangling rhymers,
     That with their bad and scandalous practices
     Bring all true arts and learning in contempt.
     But let not your high thoughts descend so low
     As these despised objects; let them fall,
     With their flat grovelling souls: be you yourselves;
     And as with our best favours you stand crown'd,
     So let your mutual loves be still renown'd.
     Envy will dwell where there is want of merit,
     Though the deserving man should crack his spirit.

         Blush, folly, blush; here's none that fears
         The wagging of an ass's ears,
         Although a wolfish case he wears.
         Detraction is but baseness' varlet;
         And apes are apes, though clothed in scarlet.      [Exeunt.

                 Rumpatur, quisquis rumpitur invidi!


     "Here, reader, in place of the epilogue, was meant to thee an
  apology from the author, with his reasons for the publishing of
  this book: but, since he is no less restrained than thou deprived
  of it by authority, he prays thee to think charitably of what thou
  hast read. till thou mayest hear him speak what he hath written."




                           HORACE AND TREBATIUS.
                               A DIALOGUE.
                             Sat. 1. Lib. 2.

  Hor.
     There are to whom I seem excessive sour,
     And past a satire's law t' extend my power:
     Others, that think whatever I have writ
     Wants pith and matter to eternise it;
     And that they could, in one day's light, disclose
     A thousand verses, such as I compose.
     What shall I do, Trebatius? say.

  Treb. Surcease.

  Hor. And shall my muse admit no more increase?

  Treb. So I advise.

  Hor.
     An ill death let me die,
     If 'twere not best; but sleep avoids mine eye,
     And I use these, lest nights should tedious seem.

  Treb.
     Rather, contend to sleep, and live like them,
     That, holding golden sleep in special price,
     Rubb'd with sweet oils, swim silver Tyber thrice,
     And every even with neat wine steeped be:
     Or, if such love of writing ravish thee,
     Then dare to sing unconquer'd Caesar's deeds;
     Who cheers such actions with abundant meeds.

  Hor.
     That, father, I desire; but, when I try,
     I feel defects in every faculty:
     Nor is't a labour fit for every pen,
     To paint the horrid troops of armed men,
     The lances burst, in Gallia's slaughter'd forces;
     Or wounded Parthians, tumbled from their horses:
     Great Caesar's wars cannot be fought with words.

  Treb.
     Yet, what his virtue in his peace affords,
     His fortitude and justice thou canst shew
     As wise Lucilius honour'd Scipio.

  Hor.
     Of that, my powers shall suffer no neglect,
     When such slight labours may aspire respect:
     But, if I watch not a most chosen time,
     The humble words of Flaccus cannot climb
     Th' attentive ear of Caesar; nor must I
     With less observance shun gross flattery:
     For he, reposed safe in his own merit,
     Spurns back the gloses of a fawning spirit.

  Treb.
     But how much better would such accents sound
     Than with a sad and serious verse to wound
     Pantolabus, railing in his saucy jests,
     Or Nomentanus spent in riotous feasts?
     In satires, each man, though untouch'd, complains
     As he were hurt; and hates such biting strains.

  Hor.
     What shall I do? Milonius shakes his heels
     In ceaseless dances, when his brain once feels
     The stirring fervour of the wine ascend;
     And that his eyes false numbers apprehend.
     Castor his horse, Pollux loves handy-fights;
     A thousand heads, a thousand choice delights.
     My pleasure is in feet my words to close,
     As, both our better, old Lucilius does:
     He, as his trusty friends, his books did trust
     With all his secrets; nor, in things unjust,
     Or actions lawful, ran to other men:
     So that the old man's life described, was seen
     As in a votive table in his lines:
     And to his steps my genius inclines;
     Lucanian, or Apulian, I know not whether,
     For the Venusian colony ploughs either;
     Sent thither, when the Sabines were forced thence,
     As old Fame sings, to give the place defence
     'Gainst such as, seeing it empty, might make road
     Upon the empire; or there fix abode:
     Whether the Apulian borderer it were,
     Or the Lucanian violence they fear.---
     But this my style no living man shall touch,
     If first I be not forced by base reproach;
     But like a sheathed sword it shall defend
     My innocent life; for why should I contend
     To draw it out, when no malicious thief
     Robs my good name, the treasure of my life?
     O Jupiter, let it with rust be eaten,
     Before it touch, or insolently threaten
     The life of any with the least disease;
     So much I love, and woo a general peace.
     But, he that wrongs me, better, I proclaim,
     He never had assay'd to touch my fame.
     For he shall weep, and walk with every tongue
     Throughout the city, infamously sung.
     Servius the praetor threats the laws, and urn,
     If any at his deeds repine or spurn;
     The witch Canidia, that Albutius got,
     Denounceth witchcraft, where she loveth not;
     Thurius the judge, doth thunder worlds of ill,
     To such as strive with his judicial will.
     All men affright their foes in what they may,
     Nature commands it, and men must obey.
     Observe with me: The wolf his tooth doth use,
     The bull his horn; and who doth this infuse,
     But nature? There's luxurious Scaeva; trust
     His long-lived mother with him; his so just
     And scrupulous right-hand no mischief will;
     No more than with his heel a wolf will kill,
     Or ox with jaw: marry, let him alone
     With temper'd poison to remove the croan.
     But briefly, if to age I destined be,
     Or that quick death's black wings environ me;
     If rich, or poor; at Rome; or fate command
     I shall be banished to some other land;
     What hue soever my whole state shall bear,
     I will write satires still, in spite of fear.

  Treb.
     Horace, I fear thou draw'st no lasting breath;
     And that some great man's friend will be thy death.

  Hor.
     What! when the man that first did satirise
     Durst pull the skin over the ears of vice,
     And make who stood in outward fashion clear,
     Give place, as foul within; shall I forbear?
     Did Laelius, or the man so great with fame,
     That from sack'd Carthage fetch'd his worthy name,
     Storm that Lucilius did Metellus pierce,
     Or bury Lupus quick in famous verse?
     Rulers and subjects, by whole tribes he checkt,
     But virtue and her friends did still protect:
     And when from sight, or from the judgment-seat,
     The virtuous Scipio and wise Laelius met,
     Unbraced, with him in all light sports they shared,
     Till their most frugal suppers were prepared.
     Whate'er I am, though both for wealth and wit
     Beneath Lucilius I am pleased to sit;
     Yet Envy, spite of her empoison'd breast,
     Shall say, I lived in grace here with the best;
     And seeking in weak trash to make her wound,
     Shall find me solid, and her teeth unsound:
     'Less learn'd Trebatius' censure disagree.

  Treb.
     No, Horace, I of force must yield to thee;
     Only take heed, as being advised by me,
     Lest thou incur some danger: better pause,
     Than rue thy ignorance of the sacred laws;
     There's justice, and great action may be sued
     'Gainst such as wrong men's fames with verses lewd.

  Hor.
     Ay, with lewd verses, such as libels be,
     And aim'd at persons of good quality:
     I reverence and adore that just decree.
     But if they shall be sharp, yet modest rhymes,
     That spare men's persons, and but tax their crimes,
     Such shall in open court find current pass,
     Were Caesar judge, and with the maker's grace.

  Treb.
     Nay, I'll add more; if thou thyself, being clear,
     Shall tax in person a man fit to bear
     Shame and reproach, his suit shall quickly be
     Dissolved in laughter, and thou thence set free.




                          TO THE READER

  If, by looking on what is past, thou hast deserved that name, I am
  willing thou should'st yet know more, by that which follows, an
  APOLOGETICAL DIALOGUE; which was only once spoken upon the stage
  and all the answer I ever gave to sundry impotent libels then cast
  out (and some yet remaining) against me, and this play. Wherein I
  take no pleasure to revive the times; but that posterity may make a
  difference between their manners that provoked me then, and mine
  that neglected them ever, For, in these strifes, and on such
  persons, were as wretched to affect a victory, as it is unhappy to
  be committed with them.


              Non annorum canities est laudanda, sed morum.



                       SCENE, The Author's Lodgings.
                       Enter NASUTUS and POLYPOSUS.

  Nas. I pray You let' s go see him, how he looks
  After these libels.

  Pol. O vex'd, vex'd, I warrant you.

  Nas. Do you think so? I should be sorry for him,
  If I found that.

  Pol. O, they are such bitter things,
  He cannot choose.

  Nas. But, is he guilty of them?

  Pol. Fuh! that's no matter.

  Nas. No!

  Pol. No. Here's his lodging.
  We'll steal upon him: or let's listen; stay.
  He has a humour oft to talk t' himself.

  Nas. They are your manners lead me, not mine own.
           [They come forward; the scene opens, and discovers the
               Author in his study.

  Aut.
     The fates have not spun him the coarsest thread,
     That (free from knots of perturbation)
     Doth yet so live, although but to himself,
     As he can safely scorn the tongues of slaves,
     And neglect fortune, more than she can him.
     It is the happiest thing this, not to be
     Within the reach of malice; it provides
     A man so well, to laugh off injuries;
     And never sends him farther for his vengeance,
     Than the vex'd bosom of his enemy.
     I, now, but think how poor their spite sets off,
     Who, after all their waste of sulphurous terms,
     And burst-out thunder of their charged mouths,
     Have nothing left but the unsavoury smoke
     Of their black vomit, to upbraid themselves:
     Whilst I, at whom they shot, sit here shot-free,
     And as unhurt of envy, as unhit.
                                 [Pol. and Nas. discover themselves.
  Pol.
     Ay, but the multitude they think not so, sir,
     They think you hit, and hurt: and dare give out,
     Your silence argues it in not rejoining
     To this or that late libel.

  Aut.
     'Las, good rout!
     I can afford them leave to err so still;
     And like the barking students of Bears-college,
     To swallow up the garbage of the time
     With greedy gullets, whilst myself sit by,
     Pleased, and yet tortured, with their beastly feeding.
     'Tis a sweet madness runs along with them,
     To think, all that are aim'd at still are struck:
     Then, where the shaft still lights, make that the mark:
     And so each fear or fever-shaken fool
     May challenge Teucer's hand in archery.
     Good troth, if I knew any man so vile,
     To act the crimes these Whippers reprehend,
     Or what their servile apes gesticulate,
     I should not then much muse their shreds were liked;
     Since ill men have a lust t' hear others' sins,
     All good men have a zeal to hear sin shamed.
     But when it is all excrement they vent,
     Base filth and offal; or thefts, notable
     As ocean-piracies, or highway-stands;
     And not a crime there tax'd, but is their own,
     Or what their own foul thoughts suggested to them;
     And that, in all their heat of taxing others,
     Not one of them but lives himself, if known,
     Improbior satiram scribente cinaedo
     What should I say more, than turn stone with wonder!

  Nas.
     I never saw this play bred all this tumult:
     What was there in it could so deeply offend
     And stir so many hornets?

  Aut. Shall I tell you?

  Nas. Yea, and ingeniously.

  Aut.
     Then, by the hope
     Which I prefer unto all other objects,
     I can profess, I never writ that piece
     More innocent or empty of offence.
     Some salt it had, but neither tooth nor gall,
     Nor was there in it any circumstance
     Which. in the setting down, I could suspect
     Might be perverted by an enemy's tongue;
     Only it had the fault to be call'd mine;
     That was the crime.

  Pol.
     No! why, they say you tax'd
     The law and lawyers, captains and the players,
     By their particular names.

  Aut. It is not so.
     I used no name. My books have still been taught
     To spare the persons, and to speak the vices.
     These are mere slanders, and enforced by such
     As have no safer ways to men's disgraces.
     But their own lies and loss of honesty:
     Fellows of practised and most laxative tongues,
     Whose empty and eager bellies, in the year,
     Compel their brains to many desperate shifts,
     (I spare to name them, for their wretchedness
     Fury itself would pardon). These, or such,
     Whether of malice, or of ignorance,
     Or itch t' have me their adversary, I know not,
     Or all these mixt; but sure I am, three years
     They did provoke me with their petulant styles
     On every stage: and I at last unwilling,
     But weary, I confess, of so much trouble,
     Thought I would try if shame could win upon 'em,'
     And therefore chose Augustus Caesar's times,
     When wit and area were at their height in Rome,
     To shew that Virgil, Horace, and the rest
     Of those great master-spirits, did not want
     Detractors then, or practicers against them:
     And by this line, although no parallel,
     I hoped at last they would sit down and blush;
     But nothing I could find more contrary.
     And though the impudence of flies be great,
     Yet this hath so provok'd the angry wasps,
     Or, as you said, of the next nest, the hornets,
     That they fly buzzing, mad, about my nostrils,
     And, like so many screaming grasshoppers
     Held by the wings, fill every ear with noise.
     And what? those former calumnies you mention'd.
     First, of the law: indeed I brought in Ovid
     Chid by his angry father for neglecting
     The study of their laws for poetry:
     And I am warranted by his own words:

         Saepe pater dixit, studium quid inutile tentas!
            Maeonides nullas ipse reliquit opes.

     And in far harsher terms elsewhere, as these:

         Non me verbosas leges ediscere, non me
            Ingrato voces prostituisse foro.

     But how this should relate unto our laws,
     Or the just ministers, with least abuse,
     I reverence both too much to understand!
     Then, for the captain, I will only speak
     An epigram I here have made: it is

     UNTO TRUE SOLDIERS.
                         That's the lemma: mark it.
     Strength of my country, whilst I bring to view
     Such: as are miss-call'd captains, and wrong you,
     And your high names; I do desire, that thence,
     Be nor put on you, nor you take offence:
     I swear by your true friend, my muse, I love
     Your great profession which I once did prove;
     And did not shame it with my actions then,
     No more than I dare now do with my pen.
     He that not trusts me, having vowed thus much,
     But's angry for the captain, still: is such.
     Now for the players, it is true, I tax'd them,
     And yet but some; and those so sparingly,
     As all the rest might have sat still unquestion'd,
     Had they but had the wit or conscience
     To think well of themselves. But impotent, they
     Thought each man's vice belong'd to their whole tribe;
     And much good do't them! What they have done 'gainst me,
     I am not moved with: if it gave them meat,
     Or got them clothes, 'tis well; that was their end.
     Only amongst them, I am sorry for
     Some better natures, by the rest so drawn,
     To run in that vile line.

  Pol. And is this all!
     Will you not answer then the libels?

  Aut. No.

  Pol. Nor the Untrussers?

  Aut. Neither.

  Pol. Y'are undone then.

  Aut. With whom?

  Pol. The world.

  Aut. The bawd!

  Pol. It will be taken
     To be stupidity or tameness in you.

  Aut.
     But they that have incensed me, can in soul
     Acquit me of that guilt. They know I dare
     To spurn or baffle them, or squirt their eyes
     With ink or urine; or I could do worse,
     Arm'd with Archilochus' fury, write Iambics,
     Should make the desperate lashers hang themselves;
     Rhime them to death, as they do Irish rats
     In drumming tunes. Or, living, I could stamp
     Their foreheads with those deep and public brands,
     That the whole company of barber-surgeon a
     Should not take off with all their art and plasters.
     And these my prints should last, still to be read
     In their pale fronts; when, what they write 'gainst me
     Shall, like a figure drawn in water, fleet,
     And the poor wretched papers be employed
     To clothe tobacco, or some cheaper drug:
     This I could do, and make them infamous.
     But, to what end? when their own deeds have mark'd 'em;
     And that I know, within his guilty breast
     Each slanderer bears a whip that shall torment him
     Worse than a million of these temporal plagues:
     Which to pursue, were but a feminine humour,
     And far beneath the dignity of man.

  Nas.
     'Tis true; for to revenge their injuries,
     Were to confess you felt them. Let them go,
     And use the treasure of the fool, their tongues,
     Who makes his gain, by speaking worst of beat.

  Pol. O, but they lay particular imputations--

  Aut. As what?

  Pol. That all your writing is mere railing.

  Aut. Ha?
     If all the salt in the old comedy
     Should be so censured, or the sharper wit
     Of the bold satire termed scolding rage,
     What age could then compare with those for buffoons?
     What should be said of Aristophanes,
     Persius, or Juvenal, whose names we now
     So glorify in schools, at least pretend it?---
     Have they no other?

  Pol.
     Yes; they say you are slow,
     And scarce bring forth a play a year.

  Aut. 'Tis true.
     I would they could not say that I did that!
     There' s all the joy that I take in their trade,
     Unless such scribes as these might be proscribed
     Th' abused theatres. They would think it strange, now,
     A man should take but colts-foot for one day,
     And, between whiles, spit out a better poem
     Than e'er the master of art, or giver of wit,
     Their belly, made. Yet, this is possible,
     If a free mind had but the patience,
     To think so much together and so vile.
     But that these base and beggarly conceits
     Should carry it, by the multitude of voices,
     Against the most abstracted work, opposed
     To the stuff'd nostrils of the drunken rout!
     O, this would make a learn'd and liberal soul
     To rive his stained quill up to the back,
     And damn his long-watch'd labours to the fire,
     Things that were born when none but the still night
     And his dumb candle, saw his pinching throes,
     Were not his own free merit a more crown
     Unto his travails than their reeling claps.
     This 'tis that strikes me silent, seals my lips,
     And apts me rather to sleep out my time,
     Than I would waste it in contemned strifes
     With these vile Ibides, these unclean birds,
     That make their mouths their clysters, and still purge
     From their hot entrails. But I leave the monsters
     To their own fate. And, since the Comic Muse
     Hath proved so ominous to me, I will try
     If TRAGEDY have a more kind aspect;
     Her favours in my next I will pursue,
     Where, if I prove the pleasure but of one,
     So he judicious be, he shall be alone
     A theatre unto me; Once I'll say
     To strike the ear of time in those fresh strains,
       As shall, beside the cunning of their ground,
     Give cause to some of wonder, some despite,
       And more despair, to imitate their sound.
     I, that spend half my nights, and all my days,
       Here in a cell, to get a dark paleface,
     To come forth worth the ivy or the bays,
       And in this age can hope no other grace---
     Leave me! There's something come into my thought,
     That must and shall be sung high and aloof,
     Safe from the wolfs black jaw, and the dun ass's hoof

  Nas. I reverence these raptures, and obey them.
                                             [The scene closes---





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, lift.

  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 (astronomy), 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 10 shillings, 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.

  APPERIL, 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 (Italian), 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.

  BAIARD, 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-BREAK, 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 or
  "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.

  BEWRAY, 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.

  BILK, 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 hay), 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.

  BOYS, "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 horse'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, (?) bolled, 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.

  CHEVRIL, 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.

  COPY (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.

  CRANION, 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 PILE, 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.

  DISPARAGEMENT, legal term applied 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.

  EXPIATE, terminate.

  EXPLICATE, explain, unfold.

  EXTEMPORAL, extempore, unpremeditated.

  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.

  FRAMPULL, 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 a feast
  (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, (?) figent: fidgety, 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.

  GARD, 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-WINK'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-COURSER, horse-dealer.

  HOSPITAL, Christ's Hospital.

  HOWLEGLAS, Eulenspiegel, the hero of a popular German
  tale which relates 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)."

  JACK, 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
  canutus); 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,
  a 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.

  LEIGER, 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); theft.

  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, hark; 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 OWL, 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.

  MANKIND, humanity.

  MAPLE FACE, spotted face (N.E.D.).

  MARCHPANE, 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, marking 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, commonplace.

  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 sore, 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, woad.

  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.

  OPPRESS, 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.

  OUTRECUIDANCE, 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, fencing 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).

  PERSPECTIVE, a view, scene or scenery; an optical device
  which gave a distortion to the picture unless seen from a
  particular point; a relief, modelled to produce an
  optical illusion.

  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 gun carried by horsemen.

  PETULANT, pert, insolent.

  PHERE.  See Fere.

  PHLEGMA, watery distilled liquor (old chem. "water").

  PHRENETIC, madman.

  PICARDIL, stiff 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.

  POINTS, tagged 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.

  POMANDER, 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 3 or 4
  pounds.

  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, recommend.

  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, stage 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; swindling.

  SKILL, "it--s not," matters not.

  SKINK(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; cheat (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,"
  page 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.

  STALK, 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, strummel 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, rend.

  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.

  TUMBLER, 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.

  WITHOUT, 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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