The Staple of News: "In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be."
By Ben Jonson
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Benjamin "Ben" Jonson was born in June, 1572. A contemporary of William Shakespeare, he is best known for his satirical plays; Volpone, The Alchemist, and Bartholomew Fair, and his equally accomplished lyric poems. A man of vast reading and a seemingly insatiable appetite for controversy, including time in jail and a penchant for switching faiths, Jonson had an unparalleled breadth of influence on Jacobean and Caroline playwrights and poets. In 1616 Jonson was appointed by King James I to receive a yearly pension of £60 to become what is recognised as the first official Poet Laureate. He died on the 6th of August, 1637 at Westminster and is buried in the north aisle of the nave at Westminster Abbey. A master of both playwriting and poetry his reputation continues to endure and reach a new audience with each succeeding generation.
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The Staple of News - Ben Jonson
The Staple of News by Ben Jonson
A COMEDY. 1640 folio
Acted in the Year 1625. By His M A J E S T Y' S Servants.
Benjamin Ben
Jonson was born in June, 1572. A contemporary of William Shakespeare, he is best known for his satirical plays; Volpone, The Alchemist, and Bartholomew Fair, and his equally accomplished lyric poems.
A man of vast reading and a seemingly insatiable appetite for controversy, including time in jail and a penchant for switching faiths, Jonson had an unparalleled breadth of influence on Jacobean and Caroline playwrights and poets.
In 1616 Jonson was appointed by King James I to receive a yearly pension of £60 to become what is recognised as the first official Poet Laureate.
He died on the 6th of August, 1637 at Westminster and is buried in the north aisle of the nave at Westminster Abbey.
A master of both playwriting and poetry his reputation continues to endure and reach a new audience with each succeeding generation.
Index of Contents
The PERSONS of the PLAY
The SCENE - LONDON
THE INDUCTION
The PROLOGUE for the STAGE
The PROLOGUE for the COURT
ACT I
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V
SCENE VI
The First Intermean After the First Act
ACT II
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V
The Second Intermean After the Second Act
To the READERS
ACT III
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
The Third Intermean After the Third Act
ACT IV
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
The Fourth Intermean After the Fourth Act
ACT V
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V
SCENE VI
The EPILOGUE
Ben Jonson – A Short Biography
Ben Jonson – A Concise Bibliography
Ben Jonson – An Historical View by Felix E Schellin
A Glossary of Words & Meanings
The PERSONS of the PLAY.
PENI-BOY, the Son, the Heir and Suitor.
PECUNIA, Infanta of the Mines.
PENI-BOY, the Father, the Canter.
MORTGAGE, her Nurse.
PENI-BOY, the Uncle, the Usurer.
STATUTE, first Woman.
CYMBAL, Master of the Staple, and Prime
BAND, second Woman.
Jeerer.
WAX. Chambermaid.
FITTON, Emissary Court, and Jeerer.
BROKER, Secretary, and Gentleman-Usher
ALMANACH, Doctor in Physick, and Jeerer. to her Grace.
SHUN-FIELD, Sea-Captain, a Jerrer.
LICK-FINGER, a Master-Cook, and parcel-Poet.
MADRIGAL, Poetaster, and Jeerer.
FASHIONER, the Taylor of the Times.
PICKLOCK, Man o' Law, and Emissary Westminster
LINENER,
HABERDASHER,
PYED-MANTLE, Pursuivant at Arms, and Heraldet.
SHOE-MAKER,
REGISTER, of the Staple, or Office.
SPURRIFR,
NATHANEEL, first Clerk of the Office.
CUSTOMERS, Male and Female.
THOMAS BARBER - BARBER, second Clerk of the Office.
PORTER,
DOGS II.
The SCENE - LONDON.
THE INDUCTION
The PROLOGUE enters.
After him, Gossip Mirth, Gossip Tattle, Gossip Expectation, and Gossip Censure, Four Gentlewomen, Lady-like attired.
PROLOGUE
For your own sake, not ours —
MIRTH - Come Gossip, be not asham'd. The
Play is the Staple of News, and you are the Mistris and
Lady of Tattle; let's ha' your Opinion of it. Do you hear,
Gentleman? what are you? Gentleman-Usher to the Play?
Pray you help us to some Stools here.
PROLOGUE - Where? o' the Stage, Ladies?
MIRTH - Yes, o' the Stage; we are Persons of Quality, I assure you, and Women of Fashion; and come to see, and to be seen. My Gossip Tattle here, and Gossip Expectation, and my Gossip Censure, and I am Mirth, the Daughter of Christmas, and Spirit of Shrovetide.
They say, It's merry when Gossips meet;
I hope your Play will be a merry one.
PROLOGUE - Or you will make it such, Ladies. Bring a Form here. But what will the Noblemen think, or the grave Wits here, to see you seated on the Bench thus?
MIRTH - Why, what should they think? but that they had Mothers, as we had; and those Mothers had Gossips (if their Children were christned) as we are; and such as had a longing to see Plays, and sit upon them, as we do, and arraign both them and their Poets.
PROLOGUE - O! Is that your purpose? Why, Mrs. Mirth, and Madam Tattle, enjoy your Delights freely.
TATTLE - Look your News be new and fresh, Mr. Prologue, and untainted; I shall find them else, if they be stale, or fly-blown, quickly.
PROLOGUE - We ask no Favour from you; only we would entreat of Madam Expectation—
EXPECTATION - What, Mr. Prologue?
PROLOGUE - That your Ladiship would expect no more than you understand.
EXPECTATION - Sir, I can expect enough!
PROLOGUE - I fear, to much, Lady, and teach others to do the like.
EXPECTATION - I can do that too, if I have cause.
PROLOGUE - Cry you mercy, you never did wrong, but with just cause. What's this, Lady?
MIRTH - Curiosity, my Lady Censure.
PROLOGUE - O, Curiosity! You come to see who wears the new Sute to day; whose Clothes are best penn'd, whatever the part be; which Actor has the best Leg and Foot; what King plays without Cuffs, and his Queen without Gloves; who rides Post in Stockings, and dances in Boots.
CENSURE - Yes, and which amorous Prince makes love in drink, or does over-act prodigiously in beaten Sattin, and, having got the trick on't, will be monstrous still, in despite of Counsel.
BOOK-HOLDER - Mend you Lights, Gentlemen. Master Prologue, begin.
[The TIRE-MEN enter to mend the Lights.
TATTLE - Ay me!
EXPECTATION - Who's that?
PROLOGUE - Nay, start not, Ladies; these carry no Fireworks to fright you, but a Torch i' their Hands, to give Light to the Business. The truth is, there are a Set of Gamesters within, in travel of a thing call'd a Play, and would fain be deliver'd of it: and they have entreated me to be their Man-Midwife, the Prologue; for they are like to have a hard Labour on't.
TATTLE - Then the Poet has abus'd himself, like an Ass as he is.
MIRTH - No, his Actors will abuse him enough, or I am deceiv'd. Yonder he is within (I was i' the Tiring-house a while to see the Actors drest) rolling himself up and down like a Tun, i' the midst of 'em, and spurges, never did Vessel of Wort or Wine work so! His Sweating put me in mind of a good Shroving Dish (and I believe would be taken up for a Service of State somewhere, an't were known) a stew'd Poet! He doth sit like an unbrac'd Drum, with one of his Heads beaten out; for that you must note, a Poet hath two Heads, as a Drum has; one for making, the other repeating; and his repeating Head is all to pieces; they may gather it up i' the Tiring-house; for he hath torn the Book in a Poetical Fury, and put himself to silence in dead Sack, which, were there no other Vexation, were sufficient to make him the most miserable Emblem of Patience.
CENSURE - The Prologue, peace.
The PROLOGUE for the STAGE
For your own sakes, not his, he bad me say,
Would you were come to hear, not see a Play.
Though we, his Actors, must provide for those
Who are our Guests here, in the way of Shows,
The Maker hath not so; he'ld have you wise,
Much rather by your Ears, than by your Eyes;
And prays, you'll not prejudge his Play for ill,
Because you mark it not, and sit not still;
But have a Longing to salute, or talk
With such a Female, and from her to walk
With your Discourse, to what is done, and where,
How, and by whom, in all the Town, but here.
Alas! what is it to his Scene, to know
How many Coaches in Hide-park did show
Last Spring, what Fare to day at Medley's was,
If Dunstan or the Phœnix best Wine has?
They are things -- But yet the Stage might stand as well,
If it did neither hear these things, nor tell.
Great noble Wits, be good unto your selves,
And make a difference 'twixt Poetick Elves,
And Poets: All that dabble in the Ink,
And defile Quills, are not those few, can think,
Conceive, express, and steer the Souls of Men,
As with a Rudder, round thus, with their Pen.
He must be one that can instruct your Youth,
And keep your Acme in the state of Truth,
Must enterprise this Work; mark but his Ways,
What Flight he makes, how new: And then he says,
If that not like you, that he sends to night,
'Tis you have left to judge, not he to write.
The PROLOGUE for the COURT
A work not smelling of the Lamp, to night,
But fitted for your Majesty's Disport,
And writ to the Meridian of Your Court,
We bring; and hope it may produce Delight:
The rather, being offered as a Rite,
To Scholars, that can judge, and fair report
The Sense they hear, above the vulgar sort
Of Nut-crackers, that only come for sight.
Wherein, although our Title, Sir, be News;
We yet adventure here to tell You none;
But shew You Common Follies, and so known,
That though they are not Truths, th' innocent Muse
Hath made so like, as Phant'sie could them state,
Or Poetry, without Scandal, imitate.
ACT I. SCENE I
PENY-BOY JU. LETHER-LEG.
His Shoemaker has pull'd on a new Pair of Boots; and he walks in his Gown, Wastcoat, and Trousers, expecting his Taylor.
GRAMERCY LETHER-LEG - Get me the Spurrier,
And thou hast fitted me.
Let. I'll do't presently.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Look to me, Wit, and look to my Wit, Land,
That is, look on me, and with all thine Eyes,
Male, Female, yea, Hermaphroditick Eyes,
And those bring all your helps and Perspicills,
To see me at best advantage, and augment
My Form as I come forth, for I do feel
I will be one, worth looking after, shortly.
Now, by and by, that's shortly. 't strikes! One, Two,
[He draws forth his Watch and sets it on the Table.
Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, enough, dear Watch,
Thy Pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;
Would thou couldst make the Time to do so too:
I'll wind thethee up no more. The hour is come
So long expected! There, there, drop my Wardship,
[He throws off his Gown.
My Pupillage and Vassalage together.
And Liberty, come throw thy self about me,
In a rich Sute, Cloak, Hat, and Band, for now
I'll sue out no Mans Livery, but mine own,
I stand on my own Feet, so much a year,
Right, round, and sound, the Lord of mine own Ground,
And (to Rime to it) Threescore thousand Pound!
Not come? Not yet? Taylor, thou art a Vermine,
[He goes to the Door and looks.
Worse than the same thou prosecut'st, and prick'st
In subtil Seam — (Go too, I say no more)
Thus to retard my Longings: on the day
I do write Man, to beat thee. One and twenty
Since the Clock struck, compleat! and thou wilt feel it,
Thou foolish Animall! I could pitty him,
(An' I were not heartily angry with him now)
For this one piece of Folly he bears about him,
To dare to tempt the Fury of an Heir
T' above Two thousand a year; yet hope his Custom!
Well, Master Fashioner, there's some must break —
A Head, for this your breaking. Are you come, Sir?
ACT I. SCENE II
FASHIONER, PENY-BOY, THOMAS BARBER, HABERDASHER.
God give your Worship Joy.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - What? of your staying?
And leaving me to stalk here in my Trowses,
Like a tame Her'n-sew for you?
FASHIONER - I but waited
Below, till the Clock strooke.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Why, if you had come
Before a quarter, would it so have hurt you,
In Reputation, to have waited here?
FASHIONER - No, but your Worship might have pleaded Nonage,
If you had got 'em on, ere I could make
Just Affidavit of the Time.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - That Jest
Has gain'd thy Pardon, thou had'st liv'd condemn'd
To thine own Hell else, never to have wrought
Stitch more for me, or any Peniboy,
I could have hindred thee: but now thou art mine,
For One and twenty Years, or for three Lives,
Chuse which thou wilt, I'll make thee a Copy-holder,
And thy first Bill unquestion'd. Help me on.
[He says his Sute.
FASHIONER - Presently, Sir: I am bound unto your Worship.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Thou shalt be, when I have seal'd thee a Lease of my Custom.
FASHIONER - Your Worships Barber is without.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Who? Thom?
Come in Thom: set thy things upon the Board,
And spread thy Clothes, lay all forth in procinctu,
And tell's what news?
THOMAS BARBER - O Sir, a Staple of News!
Or the New Staple, which you please.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - What's that?
FASHIONER - An Office, Sir, a brave young Office set up.
I had forgot to tell your Worship.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - For what?
THOMAS BARBER - To enter all the News, Sir, o' the time.
FASHIONER - And vent it as occasion serves! A Place
Of huge commerce it will be!
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Pray thee peace,
I cannot abide a talking Taylor: Let Thom
(He's a Barber) by his Place relate it.
What is't, an Office, Thom?
THOMAS BARBER - Newly erected
Here in the House, almost on the same Floor,
Where all the News of all sorts shall be brought,
And there be Examin'd, and then Registred,
And so to be issu'd under the Seal of the Office,
As Staple News; no other News be currant.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - 'Fore me, thou speak'st of, a brave business, Thom.
FASHIONER - Nay, if you knew the Brain that hatch'd it, Sir —
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - I know thee well enough: give him a Loaf, Thom —
Quiet his Mouth, that Oven will be venting else.
Proceed —
THOMAS BARBER - He tells you true, Sir, Master Cymbal
Is Master of the Office, he projected it,
He lies here i' the House: and the great Rooms
He has taken for the Office, and set up
His Desks and Classes, Tables and his Shelves,
FASHIONER - He's my Customer, and a Wit, Sir, too.
But, h' has brave Wits under him—
THOMAS BARBER - Yes, four Emissaries.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Emissaries? stay, there's a fine new word, Thom!
'Pray God it signifie any thing, what are Emissaries?
THOMAS BARBER - Men imploy'd outward, that are sent abroad
To fetch in the Commodity.
FASHIONER - From all Regions
Where the best News are made.
THOMAS BARBER - Or vented forth.
FASHIONER - By way of exchange, or trade.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Nay, thou wilt speak —
[He gives the Taylor leave to talk.
FASHIONER - My share, Sir, there's enough for both.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Go on then,
Speak all thou canst: methinks the Ordinaries,
Should help them much.
FASHIONER - Sir, they have Ordinaries,
And Extraordinaries, as many Changes
And Variations, as there are Points i' the Compass.
THOMAS BARBER - But the Four Cardinal Quarters —
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - I those Thom —
THOMAS BARBER - The Court, Sir, Pauls, Exchange, and Westminster-hall.
PENY-BOY JUNIOR - Who is the Chief? which hath Precedency?
THOMAS BARBER - The Governour o' the Staple, Master Cymball.