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Poetaster or The arraignment as it hath beene sundry times priuately acted in the Blacke Friers, by the children of her Maiesties Chappell. Composed, by Ben. Iohnson.
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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Doe you heare Captaine I 'le write nothing in it but Innocence because I may sweare I am Innocent Exeunt Horace Nay why pursue you not the Emperour for your reward now Lupus Mecoenas Stay Asinius you and your Stager and your band of Lictors I hope your seruice merits more respect Then thus without a thankes to be sent hence Histrio Well well ieast on ieast on Horace Thou base vnworthy Groome Lupus I 't is good Was this the Treason this the dangerous plot Thy clamorous tongue so bellowed through the Court Hadst thou no other Proiect to encrease Thy Grace with Caesar but this Wooluish traine To pray vpon the life of innocent Mirth And harmelesse pleasures bred of noble wit Away I loath thy presence Such as thou They are the Moathes and Scarabbes of a State The Bane of Kingdomes and the dregges of Courts Who to endeer themselues to any ' mploiement Care not whose fame they blast whose life they endanger And vnder a disguis'd and cobweb Masque Of loue vnto their Soueraigne vomit foorth Their owne prodigious malice and pretending To be the Props and Columnes of his safety The Guardes vnto his Person and his Peace Disturbe it most with their false Lapwing cries Lupus Good Caesar shall know of this beleeue it Exeunt Mecoenas Caesar doth know it Wolfe and to his knowledge He will I hope reward your base Endeuours Princes that will but heare or giue accesse To such officious Spies can nere be safe They take in poyson with an open Eare And free from Danger become slaues to Feare Exeunt SCENA OCTAVA Ouid. Ouid. Banisht the Court Let me be banisht life Since the chiefe end of Life is there concluded Within the Court is all the Kingdome bounded And as her sacred Spheare doth comprehend Ten thousand times so much as so much Place In any part of all the Empire else So euery Body moouing in her Spheare Containes ten thousand times asmuch in him As any other her choice Orbe excludes As in a circle a Magitian then Is safe against the Spirit he excites But out of it is subiect to his rage And looseth all the vertue of his Art So I exil'd the circle of the Court Loose all the good gifts that in it I ioy'd No Vertue currant is but with her stamp Nor no Vice vitious blaunch't with her white hand The Court 's the Abstract of all Romes desert And my deare Inlia the Abstract of the Court. Mee thinkes now I come neare her I respire Some aire of that late comfort I receau'd And while the Euening with her modest vaile Giues leaue to such poore Shadowes as my selfe To steale abroad I like a hart-lesse Ghost Without the liuing Bodie of my Loue Will here walke and attend her For I knowe Not farre from hence she is imprisoned And hopes of her strict Guardian to bribe So much admittance as to speake to mee And cheere my fainting spirits with her breath SCENA NONA Iulia Ouid. Iul. Ouid my Loue Ouid. Here heauenly Iulia. Iul. Here and not here O how that worde doth play VVith both our Fortunes differing like our selues Both one and yet diuided as oppos'd I High thou Lowe ô this our plight of Place Doubly presents the two lets of our Loue Locall and ceremoniall Height and Lownesse Both waies I am too high and thou too lowe Our Mindes are euen yet ô why should our Bodies That are their slaues be so without their rule I 'le cast my selfe downe to thee If I die I 'le euer liue with thee no height of Birth Of Place of Dutie or of cruell Power Shall keepe mee from thee should my Father locke This bodie vp within a Tombe of Brasse Yet I 'le be with thee If the Formes I holde Now in my Soule be made one substance with it That Soule immortall and the same 't is now Death cannot raze th'affectes she now retaineth And then may shee be any where she will The soules of Parents rule not Childrens soules VVhen Death sets both in their dissolu'd estates Then is no Childe nor Father then Eternitie Frees all from any temporall respect I come my Ouid take me in thine armes And let me breath my soule into thy breast Ouid. O stay my Loue the hopes thou do'st conceiue Of thy quicke Death and of thy future Life Are not autenticall Thou choosest Death So thou might'st ioy thy Loue in th' other Life But knowe my princely Loue when thou art dead Thou onely must suruiue in perfect soule And in the soule are no Affections We poure out our Affections with our Bloode And with our Bloods affections fade our Loues No life hath Loue in such sweete state as this No Essence is so deare to moodie Sense As Flesh and Bloode whose Quintessence is Sense Beautie composd of Blood and Flesh moues more And is more plausible to Blood and Flesh Then Spirituall Beautie can be to the Spirit Such Apprehension as wee haue in Dreames VVhen Sleepe the bond of Senses locks them vp Such shall we haue when Death destroyes them quite If Loue be then thy Obiect change not life Liue high and happie still I still belowe Close with my Fortunes in thy height shall ioy Iul. Ay me that Vertue whose braue Eagles winges VVith euery stroake blowe Starres in burning Heauen Should like a Swallowe praying toward stormes Fly close to earth and with an eager plume Pursue those Obiectes which none els can see But seeme to all the world the emptie Aire Thus thou poore Ouid and all vertuous men Must pray like Swallowes on inuisible foode Pursuing Flies or nothing and thus Loue And euery worldly Fancie is transpos'd By worldly Tyranny to what plight it list O Father since thou gau'st me not my Minde Striue not to rule it Take but what thou gau'st To thy disposure thy Affections Rule not in me I must beare all my griefes Let me vse all my pleasures Vertuous Loue Was neuer scandall to a Goddesse state But hee 's inflexible and my deare Loue Thy life may chance be shortned by the length Of my vnwilling speaches to depart Farewell sweete Life though thou be yet exil'd Th' officious Court enioy mee amply still My Soule in this my breath enters thine Eares And on this Turrets Floore will I lye deade Till wee may meete againe in this proud Height I kneele beneath thee in my prostrate Loue And kisse the happie sands that kisse thy feete Great Ioue submits a Scepter to a Cell And Louers ere they part will meete in Hell Ouid. Farewell all companie and if I could All light with thee Helles shade should hide my browes Till thy deare Beauties beames redeem'd my vowes Iul. Ouid my Loue alas may we not stay A little longer think'st thou vndescern'd Ouid. For thine owne good faire Goddesse doe not stay VVho would ingage a Firmament of fires Shining in thee for me a falling Starre Be gon sweete Life-bloode if I should descerne Thy selfe but toucht for my sake
gone For thus alone our Eare shall better iudge The hastie errors of our morning Muse ENVIE why twitst thou me Ouid. Lib. 1. Amo. Ele. 15. my Time 's spent ill And call'st my verse fruites of an idle quill Or that vnlike the line from whence I sprong Wars dustie honors I pursue not young Or that I studie not the taedious lawes And prostitute my voice in euery cause Thy scope is mortall mine eternall Fame Which through the world shall euer chaunt my name Homer will liue whil'st Tenedos stands and I de Or to the sea fleete Simoïs doth slide And so shall Hesiod too while vines doe beare Or crooked sickles crop the ripened eare Callimachus though in Inuention lowe Shall still be sung since he in Arte doth flowe No losse shall come to Sophocles proud vaine With Sunne and Moone Aratus shall remaine Whil'st Slaues be false Fathers hard Bauds be whorish VVhilst Harlots flatter shall Menander florish Ennius though rude and Accius high-reard straine A fresh applause in euery age shall gaine Of Varro's name what eare shall not be tolde Of Iasons Argo and the Fleece of golde Then shall Lucretius lofty numbers die VVhen Earth and Seas in fire and flames shall frye Titirus Tillage Aeney shall be read Whil'st Rome of all the conquer'd world is head Till Cupids fires be out and his bowe broken Thy verses neate Tibullus shall be spoken Our Gallus shall be knowne from East to West So shall Lycoris whome he now loues best The suffring Plough-share or the Flint may weares But heauenly Poësie no death can feare Kings shall giue place to it and kingly showes The bankes ore which gold-bearing Tagus flowes Kneele hindes to trash me let bright Phoebus swell With cups full flowing from the Muses Well The frost-drad Myrtle shall impale my heade And of sad louers I le be often read Enuie the liuing not the deade doth bite For after death all men receiue their right Then when this bodie fals in funera'l fire My name shall liue and my best part aspire SCENA SECVNDA ¶ Ouid senior Ouid Iunior Luscus Tucca Lupus Pyrgus Ouid sen YOVR name shall liue indeede sir your say true but how infamously how scorn'd and contemn'd in the eyes and eares of the best and grauest Romanes that you think not on you neuer so much as dreame of that Are these the fruits of all my Trauaile Expenses is this the Scope and Aime of thy studies are these the hopeful courses wherwith I haue so long flattered my expectation from thee Verses Poetry Ouid whome I thought to see the Pleader become Ouid the Play-maker Ouid Iun. No Sir Ouid sen Yes Sir I heare of a Tragedie of yours comming foorth for the cōmon Players there call'd Medea By my housholde gods if I come to the acting of it I le adde one tragicke parte more then is yet expected to it beleeue me when I promise it What shal I haue my son a Stager now an Enghle for Players a Gull a Rooke a Shot-clog to make suppers and bee laught at Publius I wil set thee on the funeral pile first Ouid Iun. Sir I beseech you to haue patience Lus Nay this t is to haue your eares damm'd vp to good coūsell I did augure all this to him afore hand without poring into an oxes paunch for the matter and yet he would not be scrupulous Tucc. How now good man slaue what Rowle Powle all riuals Rascal why my Knight of worshippe do'st heare Are these thy best proiectes is this thy desseignes and thy discipline to suffer knaues to be competitors with Commaunders and Gentmen are we paralels rascall are we paralels Ouid sen Sirrah goe get my horses readie You 'll still be prating Tucca. Doe you perpetuall Stinkard doe goe talke to Tapsters and Ostlers you slaue they are i' your element go here be the Emperours captaines you Raggamussin Rascal and not your Comrades Lup. Indeede Sir Marcus Ouid these Players are an idle Generation doe much harme in a State corrupt young gentrie very much I knowe it I haue not been a Tribune thus long and obseru'd nothing besides they will robbe vs vs that are Magistrates of our respect bring vs vpon their Stages make vs ridiculous to the Plebeians they will play you or me the wisest men they can come by still me onely to bring vs in contempt with the vulgar and make vs cheape Tucca. Th' art in the right my venerable Cropshin they wil indeede the tongue of the Oracle neuer twangd truer Your Courtier cannot kisse his mistresse Slippers in quiet for 'hem nor your white innocent Gallant pawne his reuelling suit to make his Punque a supper An honest decayed Commaunder cannot skelder cheat nor be seene in a baudie house but he shal be straight in one of their wormewod Comedies They are growne licentious the Rogues Libertines flat Libertines They forget they are i' the Statute the Rascals they are blazond there there they are trickt they and their Pedigrees they neede no other Heralds Iwisse Ouid se Me thinkes if nothing else yet this alone the verie reading of the publike Edictes should fright thee from Commerce with them and giue thee distaste enough of their actions But this betrayes what a Student you are this argues your proficiencie in the Law Ouid Iu. They wrong me sir and doe abuse you more That blowe your eares with these vntrue reports I am not knowne vnto the open Stage Nor doe I trafique in their Theaters Indeede I doe acknowledge at request Of some neare friends and honorable Romaines I haue begunne a Poeme of that nature Ouid se You haue sir a Poeme and where is' t that 's the Law you studie Ouid Iun. Cornelius Gallus borrowed it to reade Ouid se Cornelius Gallus Ther 's another gallant too hath drunke of the same poyson and Tibullus and Propertius But these are Gentlemen of meanes and Reuenewes now Thou art a yonger brother and hast nothing but thy bare exhibition which I protest shall be bare indeede if thou forsake not these vnprofitable by-courses and that timely too Name me a profest Poet that his Poetry did euer afford him so much as a competencie I your God of Poets there whom all of you admire and reuerence so much Homer he whose worm-eaten Statue must not be spewd against but with hallowed lips and groueling adoration what was he what was he Tuc. Marry he tell thee old Swaggrer He was a poore blind riming Rascal that liu'd obscurely vp and down in Boothes Tap-houses and scarce euer made a good meale in his sleepe the whorson hungry begger Ouid sen He sayes well Nay I knowe this nettles you now but answere mee Is' t not true Is' t not true You 'll tell mee his name shal liue that now being deade his workes haue eternised him and made him diuine but coulde this diuinitie feede him while he liued could his name feast him Tuc. Thou speak'st sentences olde Bias. Ouid