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Cynthia's Revels by Ben Jonson
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everything along as he had gone; I expected some such device.

3 CHILD. O, you shall see me do that rarely; lend me thy cloak.

1 CHILD. Soft sir, you'll speak my prologue in it.

3 CHILD. No, would I might never stir then.

2 CHILD. Lend it him, lend it him:

1 CHILD. Well, you have sworn. [GIVES HIM THE CLOAK.]

3 CHILD. I have. Now, sir; suppose I am one of your genteel
auditors, that am come in, having paid my money at the door, with
much ado, and here I take my place and sit down: I have my three
sorts of tobacco in my pocket, my light by me, and thus I begin.
[AT THE BREAKS HE TAKES HIS TOBACCO.] By this light, I wonder that
any man is so mad, to come to see these rascally tits play here --
They do act like so many wrens or pismires -- not the fifth part of
a good face amongst them all. -- And then their music is abominable
-- able to stretch a man's ears worse then ten -- pillories and their
ditties -- most lamentable things, like the pitiful fellows that
make them -- poets. By this vapour, an 'twere not for tobacco --
I think -- the very stench of 'em would poison me, I should not
dare to come in at their gates -- A man were better visit fifteen
jails -- or a dozen or two of hospitals -- than once adventure to
come near them. How is't? well?

1 CHILD. Excellent; give me my cloak.

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