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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