the better they are the worse do you distaste them: and, being on your feet, sneak not away like a coward, but salute all your gentle acquaintance, that are spread either on the rushes, or on stools about you, and draw what troop you can from the stage after you: the mimics are beholden to you, for allowing them elbow room: their poet cries, perhaps, a pox go with you," but care not for that, there's no music without frets. : 66 on Marry, if either the company, or indisposition of the weather bind you to sit it out, my counsel is then that you turn plain ape, take up a rush, and tickle the earnest ears of your fellow gallants, to make other fools fall a-laughing mew at passionate speeches, blare at merry, find fault with the music, whew at the children's action, whistle at the songs: and above all, curse the sharers, that whereas the same day you had bestowed forty shillings on an embroidered felt and feather (Scotchfashion) for your mistress in the court, or your punk2 in the city, within two hours after, you encounter with the very same block the stage, when the haberdasher swore to you the impression was extant but that morning. To conclude, hoard up the finest play-scraps you can get, upon which your lean wit may most savourly feed, for want of other stuff, when the Arcadian and Euphuised gentlewomen have their tongues sharpened to set upon you: that quality (next to your shuttlecock) is the only furniture to a courtier that's but a new beginner, and is but in his A B C of compliment. The next places that are filled, after the playhouses be emptied, are (or ought to be) taverns into a tavern then let us next march, where the brains of one hogshead must be beaten out to make up another. BEN JONSON (1573?-1637) SONG TO CELIA Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 1 players 2 prostitute 3 style of hat But thou art proof against them, and, indeed, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by 20 Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie For if I thought my judgment were of years, From thence to honour thee, I would not seek For names; but call forth thundering Eschylus, Euripides, and Sophocles to us; Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead,5 Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome 1 vote, opinion 2 as if 3 forever 4i.e. poets not equal to thee Pacuvius, Accius, and Seneca, the most famous Latin tragedians the high shoe of tragedy the low shoe of comedy When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm As they were not of Nature's family. Lives in his issue, even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines 70 In his well turnèd, and true filèd lines; -That so did take Eliza, and our James! 79 |