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The world is full of vanity, and found fools Promise themselves a name from building Churches Or any thing that tends to the Republic, It's the Re-private that I study for. I am Churchwarden, and we are this year To built our steeple up, now to save charges I'll get a high crowned hat with five Lowbells To make a peal shall serve as well as Bow. A wicker chair will fit them for a Pull pit. Then I will fell the led to thatch the Chancel. A Porters frock shall serve me for a surplice Then for the painting, I bethink my self That I have seen in mother Redcaps Hall In painted cloth the story of the Prodigal. It puzzles me to think what worth I have, That they should put so great and honour on me. Make me a constable! Make me that am the simplest of my neighbours So great a Magistrate! so powerful and officer! I blush at my unworthiness: a Constable! The very Prince o'th' parish! you are one Sir Of and ability to discharge it better, Let me resign to you. A Carpenter of worship Pray Heaven that Icarus -Like I do not melt The waxed plumes of my ambition! Or that from this bright Chariot of the Sun I fallen not headlong down with Phaeton, I have aspired so high: make me a Constable That have not yet attained to the Greek tongue! Why it's his office for to keep the peace, His Majesties Peace: I am not fit to keep His Majesties Hogs, much less his Peace, the best Of all his jewels: How dare I presume To charge a man in the Kings name! I faint Under the burden of so great a place, Whose weight might press down Atlas: Magistrates Are only Sumpter-horses. Nay they threaten me To make me Warden of the Church. Am I a Patriot? or have I ability To present Knights-Recusant, Clergy-Reelers, Or Gentlemen-Fornicators? I'll see it. Honour is a babies rattle, And let blind Fortune where she will, bestow her; Lay me on earth, and I shall fallen no lower.
Plot summary
Plot — The Muses' Looking Glass
Bird and Mistress Flowerdew, Puritan residents of Blackfriars, bring their wares to the theatre, but are appalled when Roscius tells them they have been ordered for use as props in a filthy stage play. Roscius argues that they themselves make a living from the vice of vanity, and invites them to see the play before they condemn it; he will give them a running commentary on its moral import. Despite Roscius’ high claims, Comedy and Tragedy seem initially more concerned about the order of their precedence; they agree to spend a year in competition, staging examples of their respective genres, and whichever is adjudged the better will thereafter have the theatre to herself. The play is a series of episodes showing specific virtues to be the mean: an excess or a deficiency constitutes a vice. A lack of courtesy makes Dyscolus churlishly ready to pick quarrels, whereas too much of it makes Colax sycophantic, to such an extent that he hangs around for the rest of the play flattering all the other vices. Aphobus is over-confident and Deilus cowardly, afraid of his own shadow: they have respectively too much fortitude and too little. Temperance is the next example, illustrated by Acolastus the epicure and Anaisthetus the ascetic, followed by liberality, missing in Aneleutherus the miser and carried to excess in Asotus the prodigal. The over-ostentatious Banausus, full of extravagant schemes for public works, overdoes magnificence, whereas Microprepes balks at replacing a church steeple. (The Puritans in the audience 1630 approve.) Chaunus overvalues himself, and seeks inappropriate high offices, whereas Micropsychus thinks himself unsuited to even the meanest position. Meekness is quite absent from quarrelsome Orgylus, who persistently tries to provoke patient Aorgus to a fight, without success. The arrogant Alazon and the modest Eiron deviate from truth: one falsely claims personal qualities he lacks, the other denies those he does have. Philotimia is unduly fastidious about her appearance, whereas her slovenly husband Luparus would rather clothes had never been invented. The impudent bawd Anaiskyntia brings Kataplectus to visit Philotimia, but he is too bashful to speak to her in English. Philotimia appoints him her gentleman usher, and they go off together; it looks as if Luparus is going to be cuckolded, but he doesn’t care. The extremes of justice are next: Nimis is worldly and prone to accept bribes, adjudicating between litigants according to which can…