tring of ants, and
numbring
atomes; all
That hell, and you thought exqui?
That hell, and you thought exqui?
Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association
Let's follow him.
[712] SD. om. G
[713] 3 granted 1692, f.
[714] 16 SN. om. G
[715] 21 SN. _She_ om. W _She_ . . . ] [_Pointing to Manly. _ G
[716] 22 He's 1716, f.
[717] 30 [_To Plutarchus. _ G || hither 1692, f.
[718] 32 sir? [_Aside to Wit. _ G
[719] 36 SN. om. G
[720] 38 it! but now whence W, G
[721] 39 to] unto W, G
[722] 43 [_To Manly. _ G
[723] 48 SN. om. G
[724] 49 VVIT. _What. _ 1641
[725] 53 Thorow 1692 Thorough 1716, f.
[726] 54 sou't] fou't 1692 fought 1716, W sous'd G
[727] 58 SN. Wittipol om. G
[728] 67 SN. om. G
[729] 69 Ha! 1692, f.
[730] 73 SN. ] [_Baffles him, and exit with Manly. _ G
[731] 82 injoy 1641
[732] 94 to't. [_Exit. _ G || Let's Let us W, G || him. [_Exeunt. _ G
ACT. V. SCENE. I. [158]
AMBLER. PITFALL. MERE-CRAFT.
Bvt ha's my Lady mi? t me?
PIT. Beyond telling!
Here ha's been that infinity of ? trangers!
And then ? he would ha' had you, to ha' ? ampled you
VVith one within, that they are now a teaching;
And do's pretend to your ranck.
AMB. Good fellow _Pit-fall_, 5
Tel M^r. _Mere-craft_, I intreat a word with him.
Pitfall _goes out_.
This most vnlucky accident will goe neare
To be the lo? ? e o' my place; I am in doubt!
MER. VVith me? what ? ay you M^r _Ambler_?
AMB. Sir,
I would be? eech your wor? hip ? tand betweene 10
Me, and my _Ladies_ di? plea? ure, for my ab? ence.
MER. O, is that all? I warrant you.
AMB. I would tell you Sir
But how it happened.
MER. Brief, good Ma? ter _Ambler_,
Put your selfe to your rack: for I haue ta? que
Of more importance.
Mere-craft _? eemes full of bu? ine? ? e_.
AMB. Sir you'll laugh at me? 15
But (? o is _Truth_) a very friend of mine,
Finding by conference with me, that I liu'd
Too cha? t for my complexion (and indeed
Too hone? t for my place, Sir) did adui? e me
If I did loue my ? elfe (as that I do, 20
I mu? t confe? ? e)
MER. Spare your _Parenthe? is_.
AMB. To gi' my body a little euacuation--
MER. Well, and you went to a whore?
AMB. No, S^r. I dur? t not
(For feare it might arriue at ? ome body's eare,
It ? hould not) tru? t my ? elfe to a common hou? e; 25
Ambler _tels this with extraordinary ? peed_.
But got the Gentlewoman to goe with me,
And carry her bedding to a _Conduit-head_,
Hard by the place toward _Tyborne_, which they call
My L. Majors _Banqueting-hou? e_. Now Sir, This morning
Was _Execution_; and I ner'e dream't on't 30
Till I heard the noi? e o' the people, and the hor? es;
And neither I, nor the poore Gentlewoman [159]
Dur? t ? tirre, till all was done and pa? t: ? o that
I' the _Interim_, we fell a ? leepe againe.
_He flags_.
MER. Nay, if you fall, from your gallop, I am gone S^r. 35
AMB. But, when I wak'd, to put on my cloathes, a ? ute,
I made new for the action, it was gone,
And all my money, with my pur? e, my ? eales,
My hard-wax, and my table-bookes, my ? tudies,
And a fine new deui? e, I had to carry 40
My pen, and inke, my ciuet, and my tooth-picks,
All vnder one. But, that which greiu'd me, was
The Gentlewoman's ? hoes (with a paire of ro? es,
And garters, I had giuen her for the bu? ine? ? e)
So as that made vs ? tay, till it was darke. 45
For I was faine to lend her mine, and walke
In a rug, by her, barefoote, to Saint _Giles'es_.
MER. A kind of Iri? h penance! Is this all, Sir?
AMB. To ? atisfie my _Lady_.
MER. I will promi? e you, S^r.
AMB. I ha' told the true _Di? a? ter_.
MER. I cannot ? tay wi' you 50
Sir, to condole; but gratulate your returne.
AMB. An hone? t gentleman, but he's neuer at lei? ure
To be him? elfe: He ha's ? uch tides of bu? ine? ? e.
[733] SD. AMBLER . . . ] _A Room in_ Tailbush's _House.
Enter_ AMBLER _and_ PITFALL. G
[734] 6 entreat W, G || SN. ] [_Exit Pitfall. _ G
[735] 8 _Enter_ MEERCRAFT. G
[736] 12 that] this 1641
[737] 14 a tasque 1641
[738] 15 SN. om. G
[739] 16 () ret. G.
[740] 25 SN. Ambler om. G
[741] 29 Mayor's 1716, f.
[742] 30 never W, G
[743] 34 SN. _slags_ 1641
[744] 43, 4 (with . . . garters,) W || () ret. G
[745] 51, 3 [_Exit. _ G
ACT. V. SCENE. II.
PVG. AMBLER.
O, Call me home againe, deare _Chiefe_, and put me
To yoaking foxes, milking of Hee-goates,
Pounding of water in a morter, lauing
The ? ea dry with a nut-? hell, gathering all
The leaues are falne this _Autumne_, drawing farts 5
Out of dead bodies, making ropes of ? and,
Catching the windes together in a net,
Mu?
tring of ants, and numbring atomes; all
That hell, and you thought exqui? ite torments, rather
Then ? tay me here, a thought more: I would ? ooner 10
Keepe fleas within a circle, and be accomptant
A thou? and yeere, which of 'hem and how far
Out leap'd the other, then endure a minute
Such as I haue within. There is no hell
To a _Lady_ of fa? hion. All your torture there 15
Are pa? times to it. 'T would be a refre? hing [160]
For me, to be i' the fire againe, from hence.
Ambler _comes in, & ? uruayes him_.
AMB. This is my ? uite, and tho? e the ? hoes and ro? es!
PVG. Th' haue such impertinent vexations,
A generall Councell o' _diuels_ could not hit-- 20
Pug _perceiues it, and ? tarts_.
Ha! This is hee, I tooke a ? leepe with his _Wench_,
And borrow'd his cloathes. What might I doe to balke him?
AMB. Do you heare, S^r?
PVG. Answ. him but not to th'purpo? e
AMB. What is your name, I pray you Sir.
PVG. Is't ? o late Sir?
_He an? wers quite from the purpo? e. _
AMB. I aske not o' the time, but of your name, Sir. 25
PVG. I thanke you, Sir. Yes it dos hold Sir, certaine.
AMB. Hold, Sir? what holds? I mu? t both hold, and talke to you
About the? e clothes.
PVG. A very pretty lace!
But the _Taylor_ co? ? end me.
AMB. No, I am co? ? end
By you! robb'd.
PVG. Why, when you plea? e Sir, I am 30
For three peny _Gleeke_, your man.
AMB. Pox o' your _gleeke_,
And three pence. Giue me an an? were.
PVG. Sir,
My ma? ter is the be? t at it.
AMB. Your ma? ter!
Who is your Ma? ter.
PVG. Let it be friday night.
AMB. What ? hould be then?
PVG. Your be? t ? ongs _Thom. o' Bet'lem_ 35
AMB. I thinke, you are he. Do's he mocke me trow, from purpo? e?
Or do not I ? peake to him, what I meane?
Good Sir your name.
PVG. Only a couple a' _Cocks_ Sir,
If we can get a _Widgin_, 'tis in ? ea? on.
AMB. He hopes to make on o' the? e _Scipticks_ o' me 40
_For_ Scepticks.
(I thinke I name 'hem right) and do's not fly me.
I wonder at that! 'tis a ? trange confidence!
I'll prooue another way, to draw his an? wer.
[746] SD. ] SCENE II. _Another Room in the Same. Enter_ PUG. G
[747] 8 mustering G numbering G
[748] 17 SN. ] _Enter_ AMBLER, _and surveys him_. G
[749] 18 [_Aside. _ G
[750] 19 They've W They have G
[751] 20 SN. om. 1641 [_sees Ambler. _] G
[752] 22,3 [_Aside. _ G
[753] 23 him om. 1641
[754] 24, 40 SN. om. G
[755] 31 o' ret. G
[756] 35 _Tom_ 1641, G || o' ret. G || _Bethlem_ 1716, G Bethlem W
[757] 38 a'] o' 1692, 1716, W of G
[758] 40 on] one 1641, f.
[759] 41 () ret. G
[760] 43 [_Exeunt severally. _ G
ACT. V. SCENE. IIJ.
MERE-CRAFT. FITZ-DOTTREL.
EVERILL. PVG.
It is the ea? ie? t thing Sir, to be done.
As plaine, as fizzling: roule but wi' your eyes,
And foame at th' mouth. A little ca? tle-? oape
Will do't, to rub your lips: And then a nut? hell,
With toe, and touch-wood in it to ? pit fire, 5
Did you ner'e read, Sir, little _Darrels_ tricks,
With the boy o' _Burton_, and the 7. in _Lanca? hire,
Sommers_ at _Nottingham_? All the? e do teach it.
And wee'll giue out, Sir, that your wife ha's bewitch'd you: [161]
_They repaire their old plot_.
EVE. And practi? ed with tho? e two, as _Sorcerers_. 10
MER. And ga' you potions, by which meanes you were
Not _Compos mentis_, when you made your _feoffment_.
There's no recouery o' your ? tate, but this:
This, Sir, will ? ting.
EVE. And moue in a Court of equity.
MER. For, it is more then manife? t, that this was 15
A plot o' your wiues, to get your land.
FIT. I thinke it.
EVE. Sir it appeares.
MER. Nay, and my co? ? en has knowne
The? e gallants in the? e ? hapes.
EVE. T'haue don ? trange things, Sir.
One as the _Lady_, the other as the _Squire_.
MER. How, a mans hone? ty may be fool'd! I thought him 20
A very _Lady_.
FIT. So did I: renounce me el? e.
MER. But this way, Sir, you'll be reueng'd at height.
EVE. Vpon 'hem all.
MER. Yes faith, and ? ince your Wife
Has runne the way of woman thus, e'en giue her--
FIT. Lo? t by this hand, to me, dead to all ioyes 25
Of her deare _Dottrell_, I ? hall neuer pitty her:
That could, pitty her ? elfe.
MER. Princely re? olu'd Sir,
And like your ? elfe ? till, in _Potentia_.
[761] SD. ] SCENE III. _A Room in_ Fitzdottrel's _House.
[712] SD. om. G
[713] 3 granted 1692, f.
[714] 16 SN. om. G
[715] 21 SN. _She_ om. W _She_ . . . ] [_Pointing to Manly. _ G
[716] 22 He's 1716, f.
[717] 30 [_To Plutarchus. _ G || hither 1692, f.
[718] 32 sir? [_Aside to Wit. _ G
[719] 36 SN. om. G
[720] 38 it! but now whence W, G
[721] 39 to] unto W, G
[722] 43 [_To Manly. _ G
[723] 48 SN. om. G
[724] 49 VVIT. _What. _ 1641
[725] 53 Thorow 1692 Thorough 1716, f.
[726] 54 sou't] fou't 1692 fought 1716, W sous'd G
[727] 58 SN. Wittipol om. G
[728] 67 SN. om. G
[729] 69 Ha! 1692, f.
[730] 73 SN. ] [_Baffles him, and exit with Manly. _ G
[731] 82 injoy 1641
[732] 94 to't. [_Exit. _ G || Let's Let us W, G || him. [_Exeunt. _ G
ACT. V. SCENE. I. [158]
AMBLER. PITFALL. MERE-CRAFT.
Bvt ha's my Lady mi? t me?
PIT. Beyond telling!
Here ha's been that infinity of ? trangers!
And then ? he would ha' had you, to ha' ? ampled you
VVith one within, that they are now a teaching;
And do's pretend to your ranck.
AMB. Good fellow _Pit-fall_, 5
Tel M^r. _Mere-craft_, I intreat a word with him.
Pitfall _goes out_.
This most vnlucky accident will goe neare
To be the lo? ? e o' my place; I am in doubt!
MER. VVith me? what ? ay you M^r _Ambler_?
AMB. Sir,
I would be? eech your wor? hip ? tand betweene 10
Me, and my _Ladies_ di? plea? ure, for my ab? ence.
MER. O, is that all? I warrant you.
AMB. I would tell you Sir
But how it happened.
MER. Brief, good Ma? ter _Ambler_,
Put your selfe to your rack: for I haue ta? que
Of more importance.
Mere-craft _? eemes full of bu? ine? ? e_.
AMB. Sir you'll laugh at me? 15
But (? o is _Truth_) a very friend of mine,
Finding by conference with me, that I liu'd
Too cha? t for my complexion (and indeed
Too hone? t for my place, Sir) did adui? e me
If I did loue my ? elfe (as that I do, 20
I mu? t confe? ? e)
MER. Spare your _Parenthe? is_.
AMB. To gi' my body a little euacuation--
MER. Well, and you went to a whore?
AMB. No, S^r. I dur? t not
(For feare it might arriue at ? ome body's eare,
It ? hould not) tru? t my ? elfe to a common hou? e; 25
Ambler _tels this with extraordinary ? peed_.
But got the Gentlewoman to goe with me,
And carry her bedding to a _Conduit-head_,
Hard by the place toward _Tyborne_, which they call
My L. Majors _Banqueting-hou? e_. Now Sir, This morning
Was _Execution_; and I ner'e dream't on't 30
Till I heard the noi? e o' the people, and the hor? es;
And neither I, nor the poore Gentlewoman [159]
Dur? t ? tirre, till all was done and pa? t: ? o that
I' the _Interim_, we fell a ? leepe againe.
_He flags_.
MER. Nay, if you fall, from your gallop, I am gone S^r. 35
AMB. But, when I wak'd, to put on my cloathes, a ? ute,
I made new for the action, it was gone,
And all my money, with my pur? e, my ? eales,
My hard-wax, and my table-bookes, my ? tudies,
And a fine new deui? e, I had to carry 40
My pen, and inke, my ciuet, and my tooth-picks,
All vnder one. But, that which greiu'd me, was
The Gentlewoman's ? hoes (with a paire of ro? es,
And garters, I had giuen her for the bu? ine? ? e)
So as that made vs ? tay, till it was darke. 45
For I was faine to lend her mine, and walke
In a rug, by her, barefoote, to Saint _Giles'es_.
MER. A kind of Iri? h penance! Is this all, Sir?
AMB. To ? atisfie my _Lady_.
MER. I will promi? e you, S^r.
AMB. I ha' told the true _Di? a? ter_.
MER. I cannot ? tay wi' you 50
Sir, to condole; but gratulate your returne.
AMB. An hone? t gentleman, but he's neuer at lei? ure
To be him? elfe: He ha's ? uch tides of bu? ine? ? e.
[733] SD. AMBLER . . . ] _A Room in_ Tailbush's _House.
Enter_ AMBLER _and_ PITFALL. G
[734] 6 entreat W, G || SN. ] [_Exit Pitfall. _ G
[735] 8 _Enter_ MEERCRAFT. G
[736] 12 that] this 1641
[737] 14 a tasque 1641
[738] 15 SN. om. G
[739] 16 () ret. G.
[740] 25 SN. Ambler om. G
[741] 29 Mayor's 1716, f.
[742] 30 never W, G
[743] 34 SN. _slags_ 1641
[744] 43, 4 (with . . . garters,) W || () ret. G
[745] 51, 3 [_Exit. _ G
ACT. V. SCENE. II.
PVG. AMBLER.
O, Call me home againe, deare _Chiefe_, and put me
To yoaking foxes, milking of Hee-goates,
Pounding of water in a morter, lauing
The ? ea dry with a nut-? hell, gathering all
The leaues are falne this _Autumne_, drawing farts 5
Out of dead bodies, making ropes of ? and,
Catching the windes together in a net,
Mu?
tring of ants, and numbring atomes; all
That hell, and you thought exqui? ite torments, rather
Then ? tay me here, a thought more: I would ? ooner 10
Keepe fleas within a circle, and be accomptant
A thou? and yeere, which of 'hem and how far
Out leap'd the other, then endure a minute
Such as I haue within. There is no hell
To a _Lady_ of fa? hion. All your torture there 15
Are pa? times to it. 'T would be a refre? hing [160]
For me, to be i' the fire againe, from hence.
Ambler _comes in, & ? uruayes him_.
AMB. This is my ? uite, and tho? e the ? hoes and ro? es!
PVG. Th' haue such impertinent vexations,
A generall Councell o' _diuels_ could not hit-- 20
Pug _perceiues it, and ? tarts_.
Ha! This is hee, I tooke a ? leepe with his _Wench_,
And borrow'd his cloathes. What might I doe to balke him?
AMB. Do you heare, S^r?
PVG. Answ. him but not to th'purpo? e
AMB. What is your name, I pray you Sir.
PVG. Is't ? o late Sir?
_He an? wers quite from the purpo? e. _
AMB. I aske not o' the time, but of your name, Sir. 25
PVG. I thanke you, Sir. Yes it dos hold Sir, certaine.
AMB. Hold, Sir? what holds? I mu? t both hold, and talke to you
About the? e clothes.
PVG. A very pretty lace!
But the _Taylor_ co? ? end me.
AMB. No, I am co? ? end
By you! robb'd.
PVG. Why, when you plea? e Sir, I am 30
For three peny _Gleeke_, your man.
AMB. Pox o' your _gleeke_,
And three pence. Giue me an an? were.
PVG. Sir,
My ma? ter is the be? t at it.
AMB. Your ma? ter!
Who is your Ma? ter.
PVG. Let it be friday night.
AMB. What ? hould be then?
PVG. Your be? t ? ongs _Thom. o' Bet'lem_ 35
AMB. I thinke, you are he. Do's he mocke me trow, from purpo? e?
Or do not I ? peake to him, what I meane?
Good Sir your name.
PVG. Only a couple a' _Cocks_ Sir,
If we can get a _Widgin_, 'tis in ? ea? on.
AMB. He hopes to make on o' the? e _Scipticks_ o' me 40
_For_ Scepticks.
(I thinke I name 'hem right) and do's not fly me.
I wonder at that! 'tis a ? trange confidence!
I'll prooue another way, to draw his an? wer.
[746] SD. ] SCENE II. _Another Room in the Same. Enter_ PUG. G
[747] 8 mustering G numbering G
[748] 17 SN. ] _Enter_ AMBLER, _and surveys him_. G
[749] 18 [_Aside. _ G
[750] 19 They've W They have G
[751] 20 SN. om. 1641 [_sees Ambler. _] G
[752] 22,3 [_Aside. _ G
[753] 23 him om. 1641
[754] 24, 40 SN. om. G
[755] 31 o' ret. G
[756] 35 _Tom_ 1641, G || o' ret. G || _Bethlem_ 1716, G Bethlem W
[757] 38 a'] o' 1692, 1716, W of G
[758] 40 on] one 1641, f.
[759] 41 () ret. G
[760] 43 [_Exeunt severally. _ G
ACT. V. SCENE. IIJ.
MERE-CRAFT. FITZ-DOTTREL.
EVERILL. PVG.
It is the ea? ie? t thing Sir, to be done.
As plaine, as fizzling: roule but wi' your eyes,
And foame at th' mouth. A little ca? tle-? oape
Will do't, to rub your lips: And then a nut? hell,
With toe, and touch-wood in it to ? pit fire, 5
Did you ner'e read, Sir, little _Darrels_ tricks,
With the boy o' _Burton_, and the 7. in _Lanca? hire,
Sommers_ at _Nottingham_? All the? e do teach it.
And wee'll giue out, Sir, that your wife ha's bewitch'd you: [161]
_They repaire their old plot_.
EVE. And practi? ed with tho? e two, as _Sorcerers_. 10
MER. And ga' you potions, by which meanes you were
Not _Compos mentis_, when you made your _feoffment_.
There's no recouery o' your ? tate, but this:
This, Sir, will ? ting.
EVE. And moue in a Court of equity.
MER. For, it is more then manife? t, that this was 15
A plot o' your wiues, to get your land.
FIT. I thinke it.
EVE. Sir it appeares.
MER. Nay, and my co? ? en has knowne
The? e gallants in the? e ? hapes.
EVE. T'haue don ? trange things, Sir.
One as the _Lady_, the other as the _Squire_.
MER. How, a mans hone? ty may be fool'd! I thought him 20
A very _Lady_.
FIT. So did I: renounce me el? e.
MER. But this way, Sir, you'll be reueng'd at height.
EVE. Vpon 'hem all.
MER. Yes faith, and ? ince your Wife
Has runne the way of woman thus, e'en giue her--
FIT. Lo? t by this hand, to me, dead to all ioyes 25
Of her deare _Dottrell_, I ? hall neuer pitty her:
That could, pitty her ? elfe.
MER. Princely re? olu'd Sir,
And like your ? elfe ? till, in _Potentia_.
[761] SD. ] SCENE III. _A Room in_ Fitzdottrel's _House.
