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The workes of Beniamin Ionson; Works. Vol. 1.
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.
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veluet scabberd I thinke STEP. Nay and 't be mine it shall haue a veluet scabberd Couss that 's flat I 'de not weare it as 't is and you would giue me an angell BRAY. At your worships pleasure sir nay 't is a most pure Toledo STEP. I had rather it were a Spaniard but tell me what shall I giue you for it An' it had a siluer hilt E. KN. Come come you shall not buy it hold there 's a shilling fellow take thy rapier STEP. Why but I will buy it now because you say so and there 's another shilling fellow I scorne to be out-bidden What shall I walke with a cudgell like Higgin-Bottom and may haue a rapier for money E. KN. You may buy one in the citie STEP. Tut I le buy this i' the field so I will I haue a mind to 't because 't is a field rapier Tell me your lowest price E. KN. You shall not buy it I say STEP. By this money but I will though I giue more then 't is worth E. KN. Come away you are a foole STEP. Friend I am a foole that 's granted but I le haue it for that words sake Follow me for your money BRAY. At your seruice sir Act II. Scene V. KNO'WELL BRAYNE-WORME I Cannot loose the thought yet of this letter Sent to my sonne nor leaue t' admire the change Of manners and the breeding of our youth Within the kingdome since my selfe was one When I was yong he liu'd not in the stewes Durst haue conceiu'd a scorne and vtter'd it On a grey head age was authoritie Against a buffon and a man had then A certaine reuerence pai'd vnto his yeeres That had none due vnto his life So much The sanctitie of some preuail'd for others But now we all are fall'n youth from their feare And age from that which bred it good example Nay would our selues were not the first euen parents That did destroy the hopes in our owne children Or they not learn'd our vices in their cradles And suck'd in our ill customes with their milke Ere all their teeth be borne or they can speake We make their palats cunning The first wordes We forme their tongues with are licentious iests Can it call whore crie bastard Ô then kisse it A wittie child Can 't sweare The fathers dearling Giue it two plums Nay rather then 't shall learne No bawdie song the mother her selfe will teach it But this is in the infancie the dayes Of the long coate when it puts on the breeches It will put off all this I it is like When it is gone into the bone alreadie No no This die goes deeper then the coate Or shirt or skin It staines vnto the liuer And heart in some And rather then it should not Note what we fathers doe Looke how we liue What mistresses we keepe at what expense In our sonnes eyes where they may handle our gifts Heare our lasciuious courtships see our dalliance Tast of the same prouoking meates with vs To ruine of our states Nay when our owne Portion is fled to prey on their remainder We call them into fellowship of vice Baite 'hem with the yong chamber-maid to seale And teach 'hem all bad wayes to buy affiction This is one path but there are millions more In which we spoile our owne with leading them Well I thanke heauen I neuer yet was he That trauail'd with my sonne before sixteene To shew him the Venetian cortezans Nor read the grammar of cheating I had made To my sharpe boy at twelue repeating still The rule Get money still Get money Boy No matter by what meanes Money will doe More Boy then my Lords letter Neither haue I Drest snailes or mushromes curiously before him Perfum'd my sauces and taught him to make 'hem Preceding still with my grey gluttonie At all the ordinaries and only fear'd His palate should degenerate not his manners These are the trade of fathers now how euer My sonne I hope hath met within my threshold None of these houshold precedents which are strong And swift to rape youth to their precipice But let the house at home be nere so cleane Swept or kept sweet from filth nay dust and cob-webs If he will liue abroad with his companions In dung and leystalls it is worth a feare Nor is the danger of conuersing lesse Then all that I haue mention'd of example BRAY. My master nay faith haue at you I am flesht now I haue sped so well Worshipfull sir I beseech you respect the estate of a poore souldier I am asham'd of this base course of life god 's my comfort but extremitie prouokes me to 't what remedie KNO. I haue not for you now BRAY. By the faith I beare vnto truth gentleman it is no ordinarie custome in me but only to preserue manhood I protest to you a man I haue beene a man I may be by your sweet bountie KNO. 'Pray thee good friend be satisfied BRAY. Good sir by that hand you may doe the part of a kind gentleman in lending a poore souldier the price of two cannes of beere a matter of small value the king of heauen shall pay you and I shall rest thankfull sweet worship KNO. Nay and you be so importunate BRAY. Oh tender sir need will haue his course I was not made to this vile vse well the edge of the enemie could not haue abated mee so much Hee weepes It 's hard when a man hath seru'd in his Princes cause and be thus Honorable worship let me deriue a small piece of siluer from you it shall not bee giuen in the course of time by this good ground I was faine to pawne my rapier last night for a poore supper I had suck'd the hilts long before I am a pagan else sweet honor KNO. Beleeue me I am taken with some wonder To thinke a fellow of thy outward presence Should in the frame and fashion of his mind Be so degenerate and sordid-base Art thou a man and sham'st thou not to beg To practise such a seruile kind of life Why were thy education ne're so meane Hauing thy limbs a thousand fairer courses Offer themselues to thy election Either the warres might still supply thy wants Or seruice of some vertuous gentleman Or honest labour nay what can I name But would become thee better then to beg But men of thy condition feed on sloth As doth the beetle on the dung shee breeds in Not caring how the mettall of your minds Is eaten with the rust of idlenesse Now afore me what e're he be that should Relieue a person of thy qualitie While thou insist's in this loose desperate course I would esteeme the sinne not thine but his BRAY. Faith sir I would gladly finde some other course if so KNO. I you 'ld gladly finde it but you will not seeke it BRAY. Alas sir where should a man seeke in the warres there 's no ascent by desert in these dayes but and for seruice would it were as soone
of whose mysteries Our nets must still be clogd with heauie lead To make them sinke and catch For chearefull gold Was neuer found in the Pierian streames But wants and scornes and shames for siluer sold What what shall we elect in these extreames Now by the shafts of the great CYRRHAN Poet That beare all light that is about the world I would haue all dull Poet-haters know it They shall be soule-bound and in darknesse hurld A thousand yeares as Sathan was their fyre Ere any worthie the poetique name Might I that warme but at the Muses fire Presume to guard it should let deathlesse Fame Light halfe a beame of all her hundred eyes At his dimme taper in their memories Flie flie you are too neere so odorous flowers Being held too neere the sensor of our sense Render not pure nor so sincere their powers As being held a little distance thence O could the world but feele how sweet a touch The Knowledge hath which is in loue with goodnesse If Poesie were not rauished so much And her compos'de rage held the simplest woodnesse Though of all heats that temper humane braines Hers euer was most subtle high and holy First binding sauage liues in ciuile chaines Solely religious and adored solely If was felt this they would not thinke a loue That giues it selfe in her did vanities giue Who is in earth though low in worth aboue Most able t' honour life though least to liue And so good Friend safe passage to thy freight To thee a long peace through a vertuous strife In which le ts both contend to vertues height Not making fame our obiect but good life GEOR. CHAPMAN To his worthy friend the Author H. HOLLAND IN that this booke doth deigne SEIANVS name Him vnto more then CAESARS loue it brings For where he could not with ambition's wings One quill doth heaue him to the height of fame Yee great-ones though whose ends may be the same Know that how euer we doe flatter kings Their fauours like themselues are fading things With no lesse enuie had then lost with shame Nor make your selues lesse honest then you are To make our author wiser then he is Ne of such crimes accuse him which I dare By all his Muses sweare be none of his The men are not some faults may be these times He acts those men and they did act these crimes Amicissimo meritissimo BEN IONSON QVod arte ansus et hic tuâ Poeta Si anderent hominum Deique iuris Consulti veteres sequi aemulariérque O omnes saperemus ad salutem His sed sunt veteres araneosi Tam nemo veterum est sequutor vt tu Illos quòd sequeris nouator audis Factamen quod agis tuique primâ Libricanitie induantur horâ Nam chartis pueritiae est neganda Nascuntúrque senes oportet illi Libri queis dare vis perennitatem Priscis ingenium facit labérque Te parem hos superes vt futuros Ex nostrâ vitiositate sumas Quâ priscos superamus futuros I. D. AD VTRAMQVE ACADEMIAM DE BENIAMIN IONSONIO HIc ille est primus qui doctum drama Britannis Graiorum antiqua Latij monimenta Theatri Tanquam explorator versans foelicibus ausis Prebebit Magnis coeptis Gemina astra fauete Alterutrâ veteres contenti laude Cothurnum hic Atque pari soccum tractat Sol scenicus arte Das VOLPONE iocos fletus SEIANE dedisti At si IONSONIAS mulctatas limite Musas Angustâ plangent quiquam Vos dicite contrà O nimiùm miseros quibus ANGLIS ANGLICA lingua Aut non sat nota est aut queis sen trans mare natis Hand nota omnino Vegetet cum tempore Vates Mutabit patriam fiêtque ipse ANGLVS APOLLO E. BOLTON To my deare friend M. BEN IONSON IF it might stand with iustice to allow The swift conuersion of all follies now Such is my mercy that I could admit All sorts should equally approue the wit Of this thy euen worke whose growing fame Shall raise thee high and thou it with thy name And did not manners and my loue command Me to forbeare to make those vnderstand Whom thou perhaps hast in thy wiser doome Long since firmely resolu'd shall neuer come To know more then they doe I would haue showne To all the world the art which thou alone Hast taught our tongue the rules of time of place And other rites deliuer'd with the grace Of comick stile which only is farre more Then any English stage hath knowne before But since our subtle gallants thinke it good To like of nought that may be vnderstood Lest they should be disprou'd or haue at best Stomacks so raw that nothing can digest But what 's obscene or barkes Let vs desire They may continue simply to admire Fine clothes and strange words may liue in age To see themselues ill brought vpon the stage And like it Whilst thy bold and knowing Muse Contenes al praise but such as thou wouldst chuse FRANC BEAVMONT VPON THE SILENT WOMAN HEare you bad writers and though you not see I will informe you where you happy bee Prouide the most malicious thoughts you can And bend them all against some priuate man To bring him not his vices on the stage Your enuie shall be clad in so poore rage And your expressing of him shall be such That he himselfe shall thinke he hath no touch Where he that strongly writes although he meane To scourge but vices in a labour'd scene Yet priuate faults shall be so well exprest As men doe act hem that each priuate brest That findes these errors in it selfe shall say He meant me not my vices in the play FRANC BEAVMONT To my friend M. BEN IONSON IF thou had'st itch'd after the wild applause Of common people and had'st made thy lawes In writing such as catch'd at present voice I should commend the thing but not thy choise But thou hast squar'd thy rules by what is good And art three ages yet from vnderstood And I dare say in it there lyes much wit Lost till thy readers can grow vp to it Which they can ne're out-grow to find it ill But must fall backe againe or like it still FRANC BEAVMONT Vpon his Foxe Vpon his Catiline Euery MAN IN HIS HVMOVR A Comoedie Acted in the yeere 1598 By the then Lord Chamberlaine his Seruants The Author B. I. IUVEN. Haud tamen inuideas vati quem pulpita pascunt LONDON Printed by WILLIAM STANSBY M. DC. XVI. TO THE MOST LEARNED AND MY HONOR'D FRIEND Mr. Cambden SIR THere are no doubt a supercilious race in the world who will esteeme all office done you in this kind an iniurie so solemne a vice it is with them to vse the authoritie of their ignorance to the crying downe of Poetry or the Professors But my gratitude must not leaue to correct their error since I am none of those that can suffer the benefits confer'd vpon my youth to perish with my