C. H. Herford and Percy Simpson (eds), Ben Jonson, Vol. 5: Volpone; Epicoene; The Alchemist; Catiline
Mammon, Face, Svrly. DOe wee succeed? Is our day come? and hold's it?Editor’s Note2
Fac. The euening will set red, vpon you, sir;
Critical Apparatus3You haue colour for it, crimson: the red ferment
Critical Apparatus4Has done his office. Three houres hence, prepare you
5To see proiection.
Mam. Pertinax, my Svrly,
6Againe, I sav to thee, aloud: be rich.pg 318Editor’s Note
7This day, thou shalt haue ingots: and, to morrow,
Editor’s Note8Giue lords th'affront. Is it, my Zephyrvs, right?
9Blushes the bolts-head?
Fac. Like a wench with child, sir,
10That were, but now, discouer'd to her master.11
Mam. Excellent wittie Lungs! My onely care is,
Fac. No, sir? Buy The couering of o' churches.Critical Apparatus14
Mam. That's true.
Critical Apparatus15Let 'hem stand bare, as doe their auditorie.
Critical Apparatus16Or cap 'hem, new, with shingles.
Mam. No, good thatch:
17Thatch will lie light vpo' the rafters, Lungs.
18Lungs, I will manumit thee, from the fornace;
19I will restore thee thy complexion, Puffe,
20Lost in the embers; and repaire this braine,
Critical Apparatus21Hurt wi' the fume o'the mettalls.
Fac. I haue blowne, sir,
22Hard, for your worship; throwne by many a coale,
Editor’s Note23When 'twas not beech; weigh'd those I put in, iust,
Critical Apparatus24To keepe your heat, still euen; These bleard-eyes
25Haue wak'd, to reade your seuerall colours, sir,
26Of the pale citron, the greene lyon, the crow,
Editor’s Note27The peacocks taile, the plumed swan.
Mam. And, lastly,
Editor’s Note28Thou hast descryed the flower, the sanguis agni?
Mam. Where's master?
Fac. At's praiers, sir, he,
30Good man, hee's doing his deuotions,
31For the successe.
Mam. Lungs, I will set a period,
Critical Apparatus32To all thy labours : Thou shalt be the master
Critical Apparatus33Of my seraglio.
Fac. Good, sir.
Mam. But doe you heare?
Critical Apparatus34I'll geld you, Lungs.
Fac. Yes, sir.
Mam. For I doe meane
35To haue a list of wiues, and concubines,pg 319
37Alike, with me: and I will make me, a back
38With the elixir, that shall be as tough
39As Hercvles, to encounter fiftie a night.
Critical Apparatus40Th'art sure, thou saw'st it bloud?
Fac. Both bloud, and spirit, sir.41
Mam. I will haue all my beds, blowne vp; not stuft:
42Downe is too hard. And then, mine oual roome,
43Fill'd with such pictures, as Tiberivs tooke
44From Elephantis: and duli Aretine
Editor’s Note45But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses,
46Cut in more subtill angles, to disperse,
Editor’s Note47And multiply the figures, as I walke
Editor’s Note48Naked betweene my succubœ. My mists
Editor’s Note49I'le haue of perfume, vapor'd 'bout the roome,
50To loose our selues in; and my baths, like pits
51To fall into : from whence, we will come forth,
Editor’s Note52And rowle vs drie in gossamour, and roses.
Critical Apparatus53(Is it arriu'd at ruby ?)—— Where I spie
Critical Apparatus54A wealthy citizen, or rich lawyer,
55Haue a sublim'd pure wife, vnto that fellow
Editor’s Note56I'll send a thousand pound, to be my cuckold.Editor’s Note57
Fac. And I shall carry it?
Mam. No. I'll ha' no bawds,
Critical Apparatus58But fathers, and mothers. They will doe it best.
Critical Apparatus59Best of all others. And, my flatterers
Critical Apparatus60Shall be the pure, and grauest of Diuines,
61That I can get for money. My mere fooles,
Critical Apparatus62Eloquent burgesses, and then my poets,
Editor’s Note63The same that writ so subtly of the fart,
Editor’s Note64Whom I will entertaine, still, for that subiect.
65The few, that would giue out themselues, to be
Critical Apparatus66Court, and towne-stallions, and, each where, belyepg 320
68Those will I begge, to make me eunuchs of:
70A piece, made in a plume, to gather wind.
71We will be braue, Puffe, now we ha' the med'cine.
Editor’s Note72My meat, shall all come in, in Indian shells,
73Dishes of agate, set in gold, and studded,
74With emeralds, saphyres, hiacynths, and rubies.
75The tongues of carpes, dormise, and camels heeles,
76Boil'd i' the spirit of Sol, and dissolu'd pearle,
77(Apicivs diet, 'gainst the epilepsie)
78And I will eate these broaths, with spoones of amber,
Editor’s Note79Headed with diamant, and carbuncle,
Editor’s Note80My foot-boy shall eate phesants, caluerd salmons,
Editor’s Note81Knots, godwits, lamprey's: I my selfe will haue
82The beards of barbels, seru'd, in stead of sallades;
Editor’s Note83Oild mushromes; and the swelling vnctuous paps
Editor’s Note84Of a fat pregnant sow, newly cut off,
Editor’s Note85Drest with an exquisite, and poynant sauce;
Editor’s Note86For which, Ile say vnto my cooke, there's gold,
Editor’s Note87Goe forth, and be a knight.
Fac. Sir, I'll goe looke
Critical Apparatus88A little, how it heightens.
Mam. Doe. My shirts
89I'll haue of taffata-sarsnet, soft, and light
90As cob-webs; and for all my other rayment
Critical Apparatus92Were he to teach the world riot, a new.
Editor’s Note93My gloues of fishes, and birds-skins, perfum'd
94With gummes of paradise, and easterne aire——Critical Apparatus95
Svr. And do you thinke to haue the stone, with this?96
Mam. No, I doe thinke, t'haue all this, with the stone.Editor’s Note97
Svr. Why, I haue heard, he must be homo frugi,
98A pious, holy, and religious man,
99One free from mortall sinne, a very virgin.100
Mam. That makes it, sir, he is so. But I buy it.pg 321
102A notable, superstitious, good soule,
103Has worne his knees bare, and his slippers bald,
104With prayer, and fasting for it: and, sir, let him
Critical Apparatus105Do it alone, for me, still. Here he comes,
106Not a prophane word, afore him: 'Tis poyson.
- Why artow so discoloured of thy face?
- Peter, quod he, god yeve it harde grace,
- I am so used in the fyr to blowe
- That it hath chaunged my colour, I trowe.
- And wher my colour was bothe fresh and reed,
- Now is it wan and of a leden hewe.
- Prodiga corruptoris
- improbitas ipsos audet temptare parentes:
- tanta in muneribus fiducia.
- Adam the goodliest man of men since born
- His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
- Did I ever thinke …
- That my too curious appetite, that turn'd
- At the sight of godwits, pheasant, partridge, quales,
- Larkes, wood-cocks, caluerd sammon, as course diet,
- Would leape at a mouldy crust?—
- Great Lords sometimes
- For change leave calvert Sammon, and eat Sprats.
- And while thei worke thei must needes eschewe
- All Ribaudry, els thei shall finde this trewe,
- That such mishap shall them befall,
- Thei shall destroy part of their Works or all.