Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 21 (gar, shillings, alii, yongrave, ogenes, nat…). Matches are highlighted.
your Country? West-country breed, I thought, you were so bold. But whom does your Poet mean now by this— Mr. Bias? what Lords Secretary, does he purpose to personate, or perstringe? Why, I can phantasy a person to my self Boy, who shall hinder me? Oh, he told us that in a Prologue, long since. Why, Boy? This were a strange
hear, and see Plays, and say nothing for their money. Can any thing be out of purpose at a Play? I see no reason, if I come here, and give my eighteen pence, or two shillings for my Seat, but I should take it out in censure, on the Stage. Who should teach us the right, or wrong at a Play? By whom, Boy? This was a pitiful poor shift of
those that labour with the same longing, for it is almost puckered, and pulled into that knot, by your Poet, which I cannot easily, with all the strength of my imagination, untie. Why, here his Play might have ended, if he would have let it; and have spared us the vexation of a fifth Act yet to come, which every one here knows
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But, there is nothing done in it, or concluded: Therefore I say, no Act. Why, if it could do so, it were well, Boy. These miracles would please, I assure you: and take the Peo ple! For there be of the People, that will expect miracles, and more then miracles from this Pen. Who's that Boy? Why so my peremptory Jack? What's your name Sir? or your Country? West-country breed, I thought, you were so bold. But whom does your Poet mean now by this— Mr. Bias? what Lords Secretary, does he purpose to personate, or perstringe? Why, I can phantasy a person to my self Boy, who shall hinder me? Oh, he told us that in a Prologue, long since. Why, Boy? This were a strange Empire, or rather a Tyranny, you would entitle your Poet to, over Gentlemen, that they should come to hear, and see Plays, and say nothing for their money. Can any thing be out of purpose at a Play? I see no reason, if I come here, and give my eighteen pence, or two shillings for my Seat, but I should take it out in censure, on the Stage. Who should teach us the right, or wrong at a Play? By whom, Boy? This was a pitiful poor shift of your Poet, Boy, to make his prime woman with child, and fallen in labour, just to compose a quarrel. I care not for marking the Play: I'll damn it, talk, and do that I come for. I will not have Gentlemen loose their privilege, nor I my self my prerogative, for near and overgrown, or superannuated Poet of them all. He shall not give me the Law; I will censure, and be witty, and take my Tobacco, and enjoy my Magnam Chartam of reprehension, as my Predecessors have done before me. Well, look to your business afterwards, Boy, that all things be clear, and come properly forth, suited, and set together; for I will search what follows severely and to the nail. A shrewd Boy! and has me every where. The Midwife is come, she has made haste. Troth, I am one of those that labour with the same longing, for it is almost puckered, and pulled into that knot, by your Poet, which I cannot easily, with all the strength of my imagination, untie. Why, here his Play might have ended, if he would have let it; and have spared us the vexation of a fifth Act yet to come, which every one here knows the issue of already, or may in partly conjecture. Well, let us expect then: And wit be with us, o'the Poets partly.