The Poetaster by Ben Jonson
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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 |
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