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your safety, shall watch you, he is provided for | For, I must tell you both, while that is fed, the purpose. Look to your charge, sir.

Step. And what shall I do?

Clem. O! I had lost a sheep an he had not bleated: why, sir, you shall give master Downright his cloak; and I will entreat him to take it. A trencher and a napkin you shall have in the buttery, and keep Cob and his wife company here; whom I will intreat first to be reconciled; and you to endeavor with your wit to keep them so.

Step. I'll do my best.

Cob. Why, now I see thou art honest, Tib, I receive thee as my dear and mortal wife again. Tib. And I you, as my loving and obedient husband.

Clem. Good compliment! It will be their bridal night too. They are married anew. Come, I conjure the rest to put off all discontent. You, master Downright, your anger; you, master Knowell, your cares; master Kitely and his wife, their jealousy.

Horns in the mind are worse than on the head. Kit. Sir, thus they go from me; kiss me, sweetheart.

See what a drove of horns fly in the air,
Wing'd with my cleansed and my credulous breath!
Watch 'em suspicious eyes, watch where they fall.
See, see! on heads that think they have none at all!
O, what a plenteous world of this will come!
When air rains horns, all may be sure of some.
I have learned so much verse out of a jealous
man's part in a play.

Clem. 'Tis well, 'tis well! This night we'll dedicate to friendship, love, and laughter. Master bridegroom, take your bride and lead; every one a fellow. Here is my mistress, Brainworm! to whom all my addresses of courtship shall have their reference: whose adventures this day, when our grandchildren shall hear to be made a fable, I doubt not but it shall find both spectators and applause.

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EVERY MAN OUT OF HIS HUMOR.

TO THE NOBLEST NURSERIES OF HUMANITY AND LIBERTY IN THE KINGDOM,

THE INNS OF COURT.

I UNDERSTAND you, Gentlemen, not your houses: and a worthy succession of you, to all time, as being born the udges of these studies. When I wrote this poem, I had friendship with divers in your societies; who, as they were cat names in learning, so they were no less examples of living. Of them, and then, that I say no more, it was not despised. Now that the printer, by a doubled charge, thinks it worthy a longer life than commonly the air of such things doth promise, I am careful to put it a servant to their pleasures, who are the inheritors of the first favor born it. Yet, I command it lie not in the way of your more noble and useful studies to the public: for so I shall suffer for it. But when the gown and cap is off, and the lord of liberty reigns, then, to take it in your hands, perhaps may make some bencher, tincted with humanity, read and not repent him. By your true honorer, BEN JONSON.

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ASPER, He is of an ingenious and free spirit, eager and t constant in reproof, without fear controlling the world's abuses. One whom no servile hope of gain, or frosty apprehension of danger, can make to be a parasite, either to time, place, or opinion.

MACILENTE, A man well parted, a sufficient scholar, and travelled; who, wanting that place in the world's account which he thinks his merit capable of, falls into such an envious apoplexy, with which his judgment is so dazzled and distasted, that he grows violently impatient of any opposite happiness in another.

PUNTARVOLO, A vain-glorious knight, over-englishing his travels, and wholly consecrated to singularity; the very Jacob's staff of compliment; a sir that hath lived to see the revolution of time in most of his apparel. Of presence good enough, but so palpably affected to his own praise, that for want of flatterers he commends himself, to the floutage of his own family. He deals upon returns, and strange performances, resolving, in despite of public derision, to stick to his own particular fashion, phrase, and gesture.

CARLO BUFFONE, A public, scurrilous, and profane jester, that more swift than Circe, with absurd similes, will transform any person into deformity. A good feast-hound or banquet-beagle, that will scent you out a supper some three miles off, and swear to his patrons, damn him! he came in oars, when he was but wafted over in a sculler. A slave that hath an extraordinary gift in pleasing his palate, and will swill up more sack at a sitting than would make all the guard a posset. His religion is railing, and his discourse ribaldry. They stand highest in his respect, whom he studies most to reproach. FASTIDIOUS BRISK, A neat, spruce, affecting courtier, one that wears clothes well, and in fashion; practiseth by his glass how to salute; speaks good remnants, notwithstanding the base viol and tobacco; swears tersely, and with variety; cares not what lady's favor he belies, or great man's familiarity: a good property to perfume the boot of a coach. He will borrow another man's horse to praise, and backs him as his own. Or, for a need, on foot can post himself into credit with his merchant, only with the gingle of his spur, and the jerk of his wand. DELIRO, A good doting citizen, who, it is thought, might be of the common council for his wealth; a fellow sincerely besotted on his own wife, and so wrapt with a conceit of her perfections, that he simply holds himself unworthy of her. And, in that hood-wink'd humor, lives more like a suitor than a husband; standing in as true dread of her displeasure, as when he first made love to

her. He doth sacrifice two-pence in juniper to her every morning before she rises, and wakes her with villanousout-of-tune music, which she out of her contempt (though not out of her judgment) is sure to dislike. FALLACE, Deliro's wife, and idol; a proud mincing peat, and as perverse as he is officious. She dotes as perfectly upon the courtier, as her husband doth on her, and only wants the face to be dishonest.

SAVIOLINA, A court lady, whose weightiest praise is a light wit, admired by herself, and one more, her servant Brisk.

SORDIDO, A wretched hob-nailed chuff, whose recreation is reading of almanacks; and felicity, foul weather. One that never pray'd but for a lean dearth, and ever wept in a fat harvest.

FUNGOSO, The son of Sordido, and a student; one that has revelled in his time, and follows the fashion afar off, like a spy. He makes it the whole bent of his endeavors to wring sufficient means from his wretched father, to put him in the courtiers' cut; at which he earnestly aims, but so unluckily, that he still lights short a suit. SOGLIARDO, An essential clown, brother to Sordido, yet so enamoured of the name of a gentleman, that he will have it, though he buys it. He comes up every term to learn to take tobacco, and see new motions. He is in his kingdom when he can get himself into company where he may be well laughed at.

SHIFT, A thread-bare shark; one that never was a soldier, yet lives upon lendings. His profession is skeldring and odling, his bank Paul's, and his warehouse Picthatch. Takes up single testons upon oaths, till doomsday. Falls under executions of three shillings, and enters into fivegroat bonds. He waylays the reports of services, and cons them without book, damning himself he came new from them, when all the while he was taking the diet in the bawdy-house, or lay pawned in his chamber for rent and victuals. He is of that admirable and happy memory, that he will salute one for an old acquaintance that he never saw in his life before. He usurps upon cheats, quarrels, and robberies, which he never did, only to ge: him a name. His chief exercises are, taking the whiff, squiring a cockatrice, and making privy searches for inparters.

CLOVE and ORANGE, An inseparable case of coxcombs city born; the Gemini, or twins of foppery; that like a pair of wooden foils, are fit for nothing but to be practised upon. Being well flattered they'll lend money, and re peut when they have done. Their glory is to invite players, and make suppers. And in company of better rany,

to avoid the suspect of insufficiency, will inforce their ig- | r.orance most desperately, to set upon the understanding of any thing. Orange is the most humorous of the two, (whose small portion of juice being squeezed out,) Clove serves to stick him with commendations.

CORDATUS, The author's friend; a man inly acquainted with the scope and drift of his plot; of a discreet and un derstanding judgment; and has the place of a moderator MITIS, Is a person of no action, and therefore we have re son to afford him no character.

After the second sounding.

Enter CORDATUS, ASPER, and MITIS.

Cor. Nay, my dear Asper.

Mit. Stay your mind.

Asp. Away!

Who is so patient of this impious world,

THE STAGE.

That he can check his spirit, or reign his tongue!
Or who has such a dead unfeeling sense,
That heaven's horrid thunders cannot wake?
To see the earth crack'd with the weight of sin,
Hell gaping under us, and o'er our heads

Black, ravenous ruin, with her sail-stretch'd wings,
Ready to sink us down, and cover us.
Who can behold such prodigies as these,
And have his lips seal'd up? Not I: my soul
Was never ground into such oily colors,
To flatter vice, and daub iniquity:
But, with an armed and resolved hand,
I'll strip the ragged follies of the time
Naked as at their birth

Cor. Be not too bold.

Asp. You trouble me — and with a whip of steel,
Print wounding lashes in their iron ribs.
I fear no mood stamp'd in a private brow,
When I am pleased tunmask a public vice.
I fear no strumpet's drugs, nor ruffian's stab,
Should I detect their hateful luxuries:
No broker's, usurer's, or lawyer's gripe,
Were I disposed to say, they are all corrupt.
I fear no courtier's frown, should I applaud
The easy flexure of his supple hams.
Tut, these are so innate and popular,

That drunken custom would not shame to laugh,
in scorn, at him, that should but dare to tax 'em :
And yet, not one of these, but knows his works,
Knows what damnation is, the devil, and hell;
Yet hourly they persist, grow rank in sin,
Puffing their souls away in perjurous air,
To cherish their extortion, pride, or lusts.
Mit. Forbear, good Asper; be not like your name.
Asp. O, but to such whose faces are all zeal,
And, with the words of Hercules, invade
Such crimes as these! that will not smell of sin,
But seem as they were made of sanctity!
Religion in their garments, and their hair

Cut shorter than their eye-brows! when the conscience
Is vaster than the occan, and devours
More wretches than the counters.

Mit. Gentle Asper,

Contain your spirits in more stricter bounds, And be not thus transported with the violon e Of your strong thoughts.

Cor. Unless your breath had power

To melt the world, and mould it new again,

It is in vain to spend it in these moods.

Answer your hopes, unto their largest strain
Yet here mistake me not, judicious friends;
I do not this, to beg your patience,

Or servilely to fawn on your applause,
Like some dry brain, despairing in his merit.
Let me be censured by the austerest brow,
Where I want art or judgment, tax me freely.
Let envious censors, with their broadest eyes,
Look through and through me, I pursue no favor,
Only vouchsafe me your attentions,

And I will give you music worth your ears.
O, how I hate the monstrousness of time,
Where every servile imitating spirit,
Plagued with an itching leprosy of wit,
In a mere halting fury, strives to fling
His ulcerous body in the Thespian spring,
And straight leaps forth a poet! but as lame

As Vulcan, or the founder of Cripplegate. misuses

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Mit. In faith this humor will come ill to some, You will be thought to be too peremptory.

[Mitis Asp. This humor? good! and why this humor, Nay, do not turn, but answer.

Mit. Answer, what?

Asp. I will not stir your patience, pardon me,
I urged it for some reasons, and the rather
To give these ignorant well-spoken days
Some taste of their abuse of this word humor.
Cor. O, do not let your purpose fall, good Asper;

It cannot but arrive most acceptable,
Chiefly to such as have the happiness
Daily to see how the poor innocent word

Is rack'd and tortur'd.

Mit. Ay, I pray you proceed.

Asp. Ha, what? what is't?

Cor. For the abuse of humor.

Asp. O, I crave pardon, I had lost my thoughts.
Why, humor, as 'tis ens, we thus define it,
To be a quality of air, or water,

And in itself holds these two properties,
Moisture and fluxure: as, for demonstration,
Pour water on this floor, 'twill wet and run:
Likewise the air, forced through a horn or trumpa“,
Flows instantly away, and leaves behind

A kind of dew; and hence we do conclude,
That whatsoe'er hath fluxure and humidity,
As wanting power to contain itself,
Is humor. So in every human body,
The choler, melancholy, phlegm, and blood,
By reason that they flow continually
In some one part, and are not continent,
Receive the name of humors. Now thus far
It may, by metaphor, apply itself
Unto the general disposition:

As when some one peculiar quality
Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw
All his affects, his spirits, and his powers,

Asp. [turning to the stage.] I not observed this In their confluctions, all to run one way,

thronged round till now!

Gracious and kind spectators, you are welcome;

Apollo and the Muses feast your eyes
With graceful objects, and may our Minerva

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This may be truly said to be a humor.
But that a rook, by wearing a pyed feather,{\
The cable hat-band, or the three-piled ruff,
A yard of shoe-tye, or the Switzer's knot

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On his French garters, should affect a humor!
U, it is more than most ridiculous.

Cor. He speaks pure truth; now if an idiot
Have but an apish or fantastic strain,
It is his humor.

Asp. Well, I will scourge those apes,
And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror,
As large as is the stage whereon we act;
Where they shall see the time's deformity
Anatomized in every nerve, and sinew,
With constant courage, and contempt of fear.

Mit. Asper, (I urge it as your friend,) take heed,
The days are dangerous, full of exception,
And men are grown impatient of reproof.
Asp. Ha, ha!

You might as well have told me, yond' is heaven,
This earth, these men, and all had moved alike.
Do not I know the time's condition?
Yes, Mitis, and their souls; and who they be
That either will or can except against me.<
None but a sort of fools, so sick in taste,
That they contemn all physic of the mind,
And, like gall'd camels, kick at every touch.

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A fellow, that has neither art nor brain,
Sit like an Aristarchus, or stark ass,
Taking men's lines with a tobacco face,
In snuff, still spitting, using his wry'd looks,
In nature of a vice, to wrest and turn

The good aspect of those that shall sit near him,
From what they do behold! O, 'tis most vile.
Mit. Nay, Asper.

Asp. Peace, Mitis, I do know your thought;
You'll say, your guests here will except at this :
Pish! you are too timorous, and full of doubt.
Then he, a patient, shall reject all physic,
'Cause the physician tells him, you are sick.
Or, if I say, that he is vicious,

You will not hear of virtue. Come, you are fond.
Shall I be so extravagant, to think,

That happy judgments, and composed spirits,
Will challenge me for taxing such as these?
I am ashamed.

Cor. Nay, but good, pardon us;

We must not bear this peremptory sail,

But use our best endeavors how to please. [thoughts,
Asp. Why, therein I commend your careful

Good men, and virtuous spirits, that loath their vices, And I will mix with you in industry

Will cherish my free labors, love my lines,
And with the fervor of their shining grace

Make my brain fruitful, to bring forth more objects,
Worthy their serious and intentive eyes.
But why enforce I this? as fainting? no.
If any here chance to behold himself,
Let him not dare to challenge me of wrong;
For, if he shame to have his follies known,

First he should shame to act 'em: my strict hand
Was made to seize on vice, and with a gripe
Squeeze out the humor of such spongy souls,
As lick up every idle vanity.

Cor. Why, this is right furor poeticus!
Kind gentlemen, we hope your patience

Will yet conceive the best, or entertain

This supposition, that a madman speaks.

To please: but whom? attentive auditors,
Such as will join their profit with their pleasure.
And come to feed their understanding parts
For these I'll prodigally spend myself,
And speak away my spirit into air;
For these, I'll melt my brain into invention,
Coin new conceits, and hang my richest words
As polish'd jewels in their bounteous ears?
But stay, I lose myself, and wrong their patience;
If I dwell here, they'll not begin, I see.
Friends, sit you still, and entertain this troop
With some familiar and by-conference,
I'll haste them sound. Now, gentlemen, I go
To turn an actor, and a humorist,
Where, ere I do resume my present person,
We hope to make the circles of your eyes

Asp. What, are you ready there? Mitis, sit down, Flow with distilled laughter: if we fail,

And my Cordatus. Sound ho! and begin.

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I leave you two, as censors, to sit here:
Observe what I present, and liberally
Speak your opinions upon every scene,
As it shall pass the view of these spectators.
Nay, now y'are tedious, sirs; for shame begin.
And, Mitis, note me; if in all this front
You can espy a gallant of this mark,
Who, to be thought one of the judicious,
Sits with his arms thus wreath'd, his hat pull'd here,
Cries mew, and nods, then shakes his empty head,
Will shew more several motions in his face
Than the new London, Rome, or Niniveh,
And, now and then, breaks a dry biscuit jest,
Which, that it may more easily be chew'd,
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We must impute it to this only chance,
Art hath an enemy call'd ignorance.

[Exit.

Cor. How do you like his spirit, Mitis?
Mit. I should like it much better, if he were less
confident.

Cor. Why, do you suspect his merit?

Mit. No; but I fear this will procure him much

envy.

Cor. O, that sets the stronger seal on his desert. if he had no enemies, I should esteem his fortunes most wretched at this instant.

Mit. You have seen his play, Cordatus: pray you, how is it?

Cor. Faith, sir, I must refrain to judge; only this I can say of it, 'tis strange, and of a particular kind by itself, somewhat like Vetus Comoedia; a work that hath bounteously pleased me; how it will answer the general expectation, I know not.

Mit. Does he observe all the laws of comedy in it?
Cor. What laws mean you?

Mit. Why, the equal division of it into acts and scenes, according to the Terentian manner; his true number of actors; the furnishing of the scene with Grex or Chorus, and that the whole argument fall within compass of a day's business.

Cor. O no, these are too nice observations. Mit. They are such as must be received, by your favor, or it cannot be authentic.

Cor. Troth, I can discern no such necessity.
Mit. No!

to cast a strange look on't now; but 'twill no

serve.

Cor. 'Fore me, but it must serve; and therefore speak your prologue.

Prol. And I do, let me die poisoned with some venomous hiss, and never live to look as high as the [Exit.

Mit. He has put you to it, sir.

Cor. 'Sdeath, what a humorous fellow is this! Gentlemen, good faith I can speak no prologue, howsoever his weak wit has had the fortune to make this strong use of me here before you: but I pro

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Enter CARLO BUFFONE, followed by a Boy with wine.

Cor. No, I assure you, signior. If those laws you speak of had been delivered us ab initio, and in their present virtue and perfection, there had been some reason of obeying their powers; but 'tis extant, that that which we call Comoedia, was at first noth-two-penny room again. ing but a simple and continued song, sung by one only person, till Susario invented a second; after him, Epicharmus a third; Phormus and Chionides devised to have four actors, with a prologue and horus; to which Cratinus, long after, added a fifth and sixth: Eupolis, more; Aristophanes, more than hey; every man in the dignity of his spirit and judgment supplied something. And, though that in him this kind of poem appeared absolute, and fully perfected, yet how is the face of it changed since, in Menander, Philemon, Cecilius, Plautus, and the rest! who have utterly excluded the chorus, altered the property of the persons, their names, and natures, and augmented it with all liberty, according to the elegancy and disposition of those times wherein they wrote. I see not then, but we should enjoy the same license, or free power to illustrate and heighten our invention, as they did; and not be tied to those strict and regular forms which the niceness Vof a few, who are nothing but form, would thrust

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Cor. Marry, Insula Fortunata, sir.

Mit. O, the Fortunate Island: mass, he has
nd himself to a strict law there.
Con Why so?

Mit. He cannot lightly alter the scene, without crossing the seas.

or. He needs no, having a whole island to run through, I think.

Mit. No! how comes then, that in some one play we see so many seas, countries, and kingdoms, passed over with such admirable dexterity?

Cor. O, that but shews how well the authors can travel in their vocation, and outrun the apprehension of their auditory. But, leaving this, I would they would begin once: this protraction is able to sour the best settled patience in the theatre.

[The third sounding Mit. They have answered your wish, sir; they sound.

Cor. O, here comes the Prologue.

Enter PROLOGUE.

Now, sir, if you had staid a little longer, I meant to have spoke your prologue for you, faith.

Prol. Marry, with all my heart, sir, you shall do it yet, and I thank you. [Going.

Cor. Nay, nay, stay, stay; hear you?
Prol. You could not have studied to have done me
a greater benefit at the instant; for I protest to you
I am unperfect, and, had I spoke it, I must of ne-
cessity have been out.

Cor. Why, but do you speak this seriously?
Prol. Seriously! ay, wit's my help, do I; and
esteem myself indebted to your kindness for it.
Cor. For what?

Prol. Why, for undertaking the prologue for me.
Cor. How did I undertake it for you?
Prol. Did you! I appeal to all these gentlemen,
whether you did or no. Come, come, it pleases you

Car. Come, come, leave these fustian protestations; away, come, I cannot abide these grey-headed cercmonies. Boy, fetch me a glass quickly, I may bid these gentlemen welcome; give them a health here. [Exit Boy.] I mar'le whose wit it was to put a prologue in yond' sackbut's mouth; they might well think he'd be out of tune, and yet you'd play upon

him too.

Cor. Hang him, dull block!

Car. O good words, good words; a well-timber'c fellow, he would have made a good column, an h had been thought on, when the house was a building Re-enter Boy with glasses.

so!

O, art thou come? Well said; give me, boy; fill,
Here's a cup of wine sparkles like a diamond.
Gentlewomen (I am sworn to put them in first) and
gentlemen, around, in place of a bad prologue, 1
drink this good draught to your health here, Canary,
the very elixir and spirit of wine. [Drinks.] This
is that our poet calls Castalian liquor, when he comes
abroad now and then, once in a fortnight, and makes
a good meal among players, where he has caninum
appetitum; marry, at home he keeps a good philo-
sophical diet, beans and buttermilk; an honest pure
rogue, he will take you off three, four, five of these,
one after another, and look villainously when he has
done, like a one-headed Cerberus.-He does not hear
me, I hope-And then, when his belly is well ballaced,
and his brain rigged a little, he sails away withal,
as though he would work wonders when he comes
home. He has made a play here, and he calls it,
Every Man out of his Humor: but an he get me
ont of the humor he has put me in, I'll trust_none
of his tribe again while I live. Gentles, all I can
say for him is, you are welcome. I could wish my
bottle here amongst you; but there's an old rule, No
pledging your own health. Marry, if any here
be thirsty for it, their best way (that I know) is, sit
still, seal up their lips, and drink so much of the
play in at their ears.
[Exit.
Mit. What may this fellow be, Cordatus?
Cor. Faith, if the time will suffer his description,
Tll give it you.
He is one, the author calls him
Carlo Buffone, an impudent common jester, a vio-
lent railer, and an incomprehensible epicure; one
whose company is desired of all men, but beloved of
none; he will sooner lose his soul than a jest,
and profane even the most holy things, to excite
laughter: no honorable or reverend personage what-
soever can come within the reach of his eye, but is
turned into all manner of variety, by his adulteratɩ
similes.

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