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JENKIN

in Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue — Jonson, Ben

Metadata

PlayPleasure Reconciled to Virtue
AuthorJonson, Ben
Year (catalogued)1641
First performance1618
Decade1640s
GenreMasque
Play typeOccasional
Theaterbefore the Court;
Speech prefix(es)JEN. | JEN
Words1193
Characters6151
Typicality0.27 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA72473.8
BritDrama no.1854
ClusterCluster 14 — Law & judgment

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 14 (madestee, welse, enormity, bench, peopill, worshipful…). Matches are highlighted.

He was get in here at Twelfe-night and see aull; what do you call it, your matters, and says is nought, nought, stark nought. I good Evan, I pray you reckon his Madestee some of the Welse Hills, the Mountains. Well said. Well said Evan. Toudge him, toudge him. Is good boys, Evan. Awe? vellhy? why law you now? 'Is not Pen-maen-maur,
or Reese ap Griphin, or Cradock, or Owen Glendower, with a Welse hook, and a Goats skin on his back, had done very bet ter, and twice as well? I, peace; let his Madestee hear the Music. Docko we. Speak it your conscience now; did your Ursip ever see such a song in your days; 'is not as finely a tunes as a man would wiss to put in
you, do you see now, and please God. Gad vynl Lonyth. I say I will appear in Court. What do you caull rassnesse Evan y Gynrn, is not aull the Cyntrie, and aull Welse, and the Prince of Wales too abused in him? by this hand, I will tell it the Kings own ears every 'oord, do you see him now? Bless your ursip, pray God is in Heaven
upon your pate; your Poetlie pate, and your Law pate too. Hang your sufficiency. As Adlas for his guts. And then my Lord Marquise. My Lord Mongymerie is as found Welse too, as flese and blood can make him. And Palmer, his Ancestors was call him Pen-maure. Or Abergevenny. Awe; was his distaff, was not his club. Or Lluellin, or
as the Esperides every crumb of him: Merlin was born there too, put we would not make him rise now and wake him, because we have his Prophecies already of your Madestee's name to as good purpose, as if he were here in presence, Pod high geller Evan? I that is Claims Arthurs Seat, which is as much as to say, your Madestee s'ud be

Full speech

Cym, never tauke any taukes: if the King of gread Prittaine keep it Assizes here, I will cym into Court: Loog you, do you see now, and please God. Gad vynl Lonyth. I say I will appear in Court. What do you caull rassnesse Evan y Gynrn, is not aull the Cyntrie, and aull Welse, and the Prince of Wales too abused in him? by this hand, I will tell it the Kings own ears every 'oord, do you see him now? Bless your ursip, pray God is in Heaven bless ever ince of your ursip; and Wales is commend it to your ursip, from top to toe, with aull his hearts aull over, by got'utch me, and would be glad as a shilling to see you in him. Come it down once a day and try; I tell you now, you s'all be as welcomely there, as where you were in your own Cyn tries last two Symmers, and pershance wee'll made you as good s'eere too; weel promise your ursip as good a piece of Seeze, as you needs pit in your head, and pleas'yow s'all be toasted too. Go too, see him once upon a time your own sellive, is more good mean you, then is a beware of: By got' is very hard, but s'all make you a Shestice of Peace the first days you come; and pershance (say nothing) Knight o'the S'ire too: 'Is not Worsters, nor Pembrokes, nor Mongymeries s'all carry him from you. But aull this while s'all I tell you a liddell now? 'is a great huge deal of anger upon you, from aull Wales and the Nation; that your ursippe would suffer our young Master Sarles your 'ursips Son and Heir, and Prince of Wales, the first time he ever play Dance, to be pit up in a Mon taine (God knows where) by a palterly Poet, how do you say him Evan? Vellhy! Libya. And how do you caull him the Mountain; his name is Hynno, hynno. Adlas? I please your ursip is a Welsse Attorney, and a preddilie scholars, a wear him his long coat, line with Seepes skin, as you see every days o'the week. A very sufficient litigious fellow's in the Terms, and a finely Poets out o'the Terms, he has a sprig of Laurel already towards his girlands. He was get in here at Twelfe-night and see aull; what do you call it, your matters, and says is nought, nought, stark nought. I good Evan, I pray you reckon his Madestee some of the Welse Hills, the Mountains. Well said. Well said Evan. Toudge him, toudge him. Is good boys, Evan. Awe? vellhy? why law you now? 'Is not Pen-maen-maur, and Craig-Eriri as good found, as Adlas every whit of him. By God we will play with him Hills for Hills, for sixteen and forty s'illings when he dares. Why? cannot you and I tauke too Cossin? the Haull (God bless it) is big enough to hold both our taukes, and we were twice as much as we are. No; I know is no reason, Evan, I confess him; but every man would show himselve a good subject as he can to his means; I am a subject by my place, and two heads is better then one I imagine under correction. Go too, I will make the hilts conceive a knock upon your pate, and pershance a bumpe to if you tauke. Yes upon your pate; your Poetlie pate, and your Law pate too. Hang your sufficiency. As Adlas for his guts. And then my Lord Marquise. My Lord Mongymerie is as found Welse too, as flese and blood can make him. And Palmer, his Ancestors was call him Pen-maure. Or Abergevenny. Awe; was his distaff, was not his club. Or Lluellin, or Reese ap Griphin, or Cradock, or Owen Glendower, with a Welse hook, and a Goats skin on his back, had done very bet ter, and twice as well? I, peace; let his Madestee hear the Music. Docko we. Speak it your conscience now; did your Ursip ever see such a song in your days; 'is not as finely a tunes as a man would wiss to put in his ears. Well played Howell, well played Rheese: Dawharry vellhee; well danced y'faith. Is not better this now then Pigmies? this is men, this is no monsters, and you mark him: Well caull forth you Goats now, your Ursip s'all see a properly natural devise come from the Welse Mon taines; Is no Tons, nor no Bottils: Stand by there, s'ow his' Ursip the Hills, was dronkenry in his eyes that make that devise in my mind. But now, marg, marg your Ursip I pray you now, and you s'all see nature's and propriedies; the very beasts of Wales s'all do more then your men pit in bottills, and barrills, there was a tale of a tub y'faith. 'Is the Goatherd and his dog, and his son, and his wife make musiques to the Goats as they come from the Hills; give them rooms, give them rooms, now the cym: The elderly Goats is indifferently grave at first, because of his beard, and only tread it the measures; bit you will see him pit off his gravities by and by well enough, and frisk it as fine as ere a Kid on'hem aull. The Welse Goat is and excellent dancer by birth, that is written of him, and of as wisely carriage, and comely be haviours a beast (for his footing especially) as some one or two man, God bless him. Cym dance now, let us hear your dance, dance. DIggon. Enough, enough, Diggon, well now aull the absurdities is removed and cleared; the rest and'please your Grace s'all tarry still, and go on as it was; Virtue, and Pleasure was well enough, indifferently well enough: Only we will entreat Pleasure to cym out of Driffimdore, that is the Gilded Valley, or Gelthleedore, that is the Golden Grove, and is in Care Marden the Welse Garden. 'Is a thousand place in Wales as finely places as the Esperides every crumb of him: Merlin was born there too, put we would not make him rise now and wake him, because we have his Prophecies already of your Madestee's name to as good purpose, as if he were here in presence, Pod high geller Evan? I that is Claims Arthurs Seat, which is as much as to say, your Madestee s'ud be the first King of gread Prittan, and fit in Cadier Arthur, which is Arthurs Chair, as by Gods blessing you do: And then your Son Master S'harles his, how do you caull him? is Charles Stuart, calls true hearts, that is us, he calls us, the Welse Nation to be ever at your service, and love you, and honour you, which we pray you understand it his meaning. And that the Musicians yonder, are so many Brittis bards that sing o'pen the Hills to let out the Prince of Wales, and his Welse Friends to you, and all is done. And Abercromy, is aull one as Abermarlys.

Plot summary

Plot — Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue
Comus’ attendants steal Hercules’ cup for use in their drunken orgies. Fresh from kiWing Antaeus, Hercules sees them off, then is lulled to sleep. Some pygmies try to steal his club and avenge Antaeus, but are scared off when he wakes. Mercury proclaims the coming of a time when the opposites of Pleasure and Virtue shall be reconciled: for the time being Hercules does not need to choose between them. Virtue brings forth twelve princes bred inside the mountain, led by Daedalus, who directs and explains their dances as allegories of the interpenetration of virtue and pleasure, then beauty, and finally love. However, pleasure and virtue are only temporarily reconciled: the masquers must return to the mountain, where virtue remains its own reward.