Bartholomew Fair - Results found: 81
an old reverend smock, by the splay-foot! There 50 cannot be an ancient tripe or trillibub i’the town but thou art straight nosing it, and ’tis a fine occupation thou’lt confine thyself to, when thou hast got one: scrubbing a piece of buff, as if thou hadst the perpetuity of Pannier Alley to stink in; or perhaps worse: currying a carcass that thou hast bound thyself to alive. I’ll be sworn, some of them that thou art, or hast been, a suitor to 55 are so old, as no chaste or married pleasure can ever become ’em; the honest instrument of procreation has — forty years since — left to belong to ’em. Thou must visit ’em as thou wouldst do a tomb, with a torch, or three handfuls of link, flaming hot, and so thou mayst hap to make ’em feel thee, and, after, come to inherit according to thy inches. A sweet course for a man to waste 60 his brand of life for, to be still raking himself a fortune in an old woman’s embers! We shall ha’ thee, after thou hast been but a month married to one of ’em,
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.50-63),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
I
would endure to hear fifteen sermons
a week for her, and such course and loud ones, as some of them must
be. i would een desire
of fate i might dwell in a drum, and take my sustenance with an old broken tobacco -pipe and a straw. dost thou ever thinke to bring thine ears or stomach, to the patience
of a dry grace, as long as the table-cloth, and droned out
by thy son here - taht might be thy father - till all the meat on the board has
forgot, it was that day in the kitchen. or to brook the noise made in question of predestination, by the good labourers and painful eaters, assembled together, put to them by the matron your spouse; who moderates with a cup of wine ever and anon, and a sentence
out of Knox between? or the perpetual spitting before and after a sober drawn
exhortation of six hours, whose better part was the hum-ha-hum: or to heare prayers
groaned out over thy iron
chests, as if they were charmes to break'em. and all
this for the hope of two apostle- spoons
to suffer!, and a cup to eat a
caudle in.
By Quarlous,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.3.65-78),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
His foolish schoolmasters
have done nothing but run up and downe the country with him
to beg pudding and cakebred of his tenants
and almost spoiled him,
he has learned nothing but to sing catches
and repeate rattle bladder rattle
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.55-58),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
Why, we could not meet that heathen thing all day 85 but stayed him: he would name you all the signs over as he went, aloud, and where he spied a parrot or a monkey, there he was pitched — with all the little long-coats about him, male and female — no getting him away!
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.85-88),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
he would name you all the signs over, as
he went, aloud, and where he
spried a parrot,
or
a monkey, there
he was pitched, with all the little long coats about him male and female; no getting him away! I thought he would ha’ run mad o’the black
boy in bucklers-bury, that takes the scuryscurvy, roguy tobacco there.
By Wasp,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.4.86-90),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 70v
it may be eaten, very exceeding well eaten, but in the fair and as a
Barthol’mew pig, it cannot be eaten, for the
very calling it a Barthol’mew - pig, and to eat it so, is a spice of idolatry, and you
make the fair, no better then one of the high place.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.42-45),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
hath a face of offense
with the weak
a great face, a foul face,
but that face may have a veil put over it, and be shad-
dowed as it were, it may bee eaten and in the fair I take it, in a booth the tents
of the wicked: the place is not much not very much we may be religious in midst
of the profane, so it be eaten
swith a reformed mouth, with sobriety, and humbleness
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (1.6.56-60),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 71v
Therefore be bold — huh! huh! huh! — follow the scent. Enter the tents of the unclean for once, and satisfy your wife’s frailty. Let your frail wife be satisfied; your zealous mother, and my suffering self, will also be satisfied.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.2.67-69),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
48.
for long hair
it is an ensign of pride, a banner, and the world is full of those banners, very full of banners. And bottle-ale is a drink of Satan's, a diet-drink of Satan's, devised to puff us up, and make us swell in this latter age of vanity as the smoke of tobacco, to keep us in mist and error
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.6.22-26),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r
peace with thy apocryphal wares, thou profane publican. thy bells, thy dragons
and thy tobies dogs. thy hobby horse is a very Idol
a fierce and rank idol and thou the Nebuchadnezzar
the proud Nebuchadnezzar
of the fair that sett'st it up for children to fall down
to and worship.
By Busy,
in Bartholomew Fair (3.6.23-26),
Ben Jonson
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 72r