The workes of Beniamin Ionson

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The workes of Beniamin Ionson
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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London :: Printed by W: Stansby, and are to be sould by Rich: Meighen,
An⁰ D. 1616.
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Act V. Scene V.

MACILENTE, CARLO, GEORGE.

WHy, how now CARLO! what humour's this?

CARL.

O, my good Mischiefe! art thou come? where are the rest? where are the rest?

MACI.

Faith, three of our ordinance are burst.

CARL.

Burst? how comes that?

MACI.

Faith, ouer-charg'd, ouer-charg'd.

CARL.

But did not the traine hold?

MACI.

O, yes, and the poore lady is irrecouerably blowne vp.

CARL.

Why, but which of the munition is miscarried? ha?

MACI.

Inprimis, sir PVNTARVOLO: next, the COVNTENANCE, and RESOLVTION.

CARL.

How? how for the loue of wit?

MACI.

Troth, the Resolution is prou'd recreant; the Countenance hath chang'd his copie: and the passionate knight is shedding funerall teares ouer his departed dogge.

CARL.

What's his dogge dead?

MACI.

Poison'd, 'tis thought: mary, how, or by whom, that's left for some cunning woman here o' the Banke-side to resolue. For my part, I know nothing, more then that wee are like to haue an exeeding melan∣choly supper of it.

CARL.

S'life, and I had purpos'd to be extraordinarily merry, I had drunke off a good preparatiue of old sacke here: but will they come, will they come?

MACI.

They will assuredly come: may, CARLO (as thou lou'st me) run ouer 'hem all freely to night, and especially the knight; spare no sul∣phurous

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iest that may come out of that sweatie forge of thine: but ply 'hem with all manner of shot, minion, saker, culvertine, or any thing what thou wilt.

CARL.

I warrant thee, my deare case of petrionels, so I stand not in dread of thee, but that thou'lt second me.

MACI.

Why, my good Germane tapster, I will.

CARL.

What, GEORGE. Lomtero, Lomtero, &c.

He dances.

GEOR.

Did you call, master CARLO?

CARL.

More nectar, GEORGE: Lomtero, &c.

GEOR.

Your meat's ready, sir, and your company were come.

CARL.

Is the loyne of porke enough?

GEOR.

I, sir, it is enough.

MACI.

Porke? heart, what dost thou with such a greasie dish? I thinke thou dost varnish thy face with the fat on't, it lookes so like a glew-pot.

CARL.

True, my raw-bon'd-rogue, and if thou would'st farce thy leane ribs with it too, they would not (like ragged lathes) rub out so ma∣ny doublets as they doe: but thou know'st not a good dish, thou. O, it's the only nourishing meat in the world. No maruaile though that saucie, stubborne generation, the Iewes, were forbidden it: for what would they ha' done, well pamper'd with fat porke, that durst murmure at their ma∣ker out of garlicke, and onions. S'light, fed with it, the whorson strum∣mell, patcht, goggle-ey'd Grumbledories, would ha' Gigantomachiz'd. Well said, my sweet GEORGE, fill, fill.

GREX.

MIT.

This sauours too much of prophanation.

COR.

O, seruetur ad imum, qualis ab incepto processerit, & sibi conflet. The necessite of his vaine compels a toleration: for, barre this, and dash him out of humour, before his time.

CARL.

'Tis an Axiome in naturall philosophie, What comes neerest the nature of that it feeds, conuerts quicker to nourisment, and doth sooner essentiate. Now nothing in flesh, and entrailes, assimulates or resembles man more, then a hog, or swine—

MACI.

True; and hee (to requite their courtesie) oftentimes d'offeth his owne nature, and puts on theirs; as when hee becomes as churlish as a hog, or as drunke as a sow: but to your conclusion.

CARL.

Mary, I say, nothing resembling man more then a swine, it fol∣lowes, nothing can be more nourishing: for indeed (but that it abhorres from our nice nature) if we fed one vpon another, we should shoot vp a great deale faster, and thriue much better: I referre me to your vsurous Cannibals, or such like: but since it is so contrary, porke, porke, is your only feed.

MACI.

I take it, your deuill be of the same diet; he would ne're ha' de∣sir'd to beene incorporated into swine else. O, here comes the melancho∣ly messe: vpon 'hem CARLO, charge, charge.

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CARL.

'Fore god, sir PVNTARVOLO, I am sorry for your heauinesse: body a me, a shrewd mischance! why, had you no vnicornes horne, nor bezoars stone about you? ha?

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