The Devil Is An Ass: "There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear."
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 Devil Is An Ass - Ben Jonson
The Devil is an Ass by Ben Jonson
A COMEDY. From the 1640 folio
Acted in the Year 1616. By His M A J E S T Y' S Servants.
The PERSONS of the PLAY.
SATAN, The great Devil.
TRAINES, The Projector's man.
PUG. The less Devil.
GUILT-HEAD, A Gold-Smith.
INIQUITY, The Vice.
PLUTARCHUS. His Son.
FITZ-DOTTRELL, A Squire of Norfolk.
Sir POULE EITHER-SIDE, A Lawyer, and Justice.
Mistris FRANCES, His Wife.
Lady EITHER-SIDE, His Wife.
MEER-CRAFT, The Projector.
Lady TAILE-BUSH, The Lady Projectress.
EVERILL, His Champion.
PIT-FALL. Her woman.
WITTIPOL. A young Gallant.
AMBLER. Her Gentleman-Usher.
MANLY, His Friend.
SLEDGE. A Smith, the Constable.
INGINE, A Broker.
SHACKLES. Keeper of Newgate.
SERJEANTS.
The SCENE, LONDON.
THE PROLOGUE
The Devil is an Ass: That is, to day,
The Name of what you are met for, a new Play.
Yet, Grandee's, would you were not come to grace
Our matter, with allowing us no place.
Though you presume, Satan, a subtle thing,
And may have heard he's worn in a thumb-ring;
Do not on these Presumptions, force us act,
In compass of a Cheese-trencher. This tract
Will ne're admit our Vice, because of yours.
Anon, who worse than you, the fault endures
That your selves make? when you will thrust and spurn,
And knock us o' the Elbows; and bid, turn;
As if, when we had spoke, we must be gone,
Or, till we speak, must all run in, to one,
Like the young Adders, at the old ones mouth?
Would we could stand due North; or had no South,
If that offend: or were Muscovy Glass,
That you might look our Scenes through as they pass.
We know not how to affect you. If you'll come
To see new Plays, pray you afford us room,
And shew this but the same face you have done
Your dear delight, the Devil of Edmunton.
Or, if, for want of room it must miscarry,
'Twill be but Justice that your Censure tarry,
Till you give some. And when six times you ha' seen't,
If this Play do not like, the Devil is in't.
ACT I. SCENE I.
DEVIL, PUG, INIQUITY.
Hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, &c.
To Earth? and why to Earth, thou foolish Spirit?
What would'st thou do on Earth?
PUG - For that, great Chief!
As time shall work. I do but ask my month.
Which every petty pui'ny Devil has;
Within that term the Court of Hell will hear
Something may gain a longer grant, perhaps.
SATAN - For what? the laming a poor Cow, or two?
Entring a Sow, to make her cast her Farrow?
Or crossing of a Market-womans Mare,
'Twixt this and Totnam? these were wont to be
Your main atchievements, Pug, You have some plot now,
Upon a tonning of Ale, to stale the Yest,
Or keep the Churn so, that the Butter come not,
'Spight o' the Housewives Cord, or her hot Spit?
Or some good Ribibe, about Kentish Town,
Or Hogsden, you would hang now, for a Witch,
Because she will not let you play round Robbin;
And you'll go sowre the Citizens Cream 'gainst Sunday?
That she may be accus'd for't, and condemn'd,
By a Middlesex Jury, to the satisfaction
Of their offended Friends, the Londoners Wives,
Whose teeth were set on edge with it? Foolish Fiend,
Stay i' your place, know your own strength, and put not
Beyond the Sphere of your Activity.
You are too dull a Devil to be trusted
Forth in those parts, Pug, upon any affair
That may concern our Name on Earth. It is not
Every ones work. The State of Hell must care
Whom it imploys, in point of Reputation,
Here about London. You would make, I think,
An Agent to be sent for Lancashire,
Proper enough; or some parts of Northumberland,
So yo' had good Instructions, Pug.
PUG - O Chief!
You do not know, dear Chief, what there is in me.
Prove me but for a fortnight, for a week,
And lend me but a Vice, to carry with me,
To practice there with any play-fellow,
And you will see, there will come more upon't,
Then you'll imagine, precious Chief.
SATAN - What Vice?
What kind wouldst th' have it of?
PUG - Why, any Fraud,
Or Covetousness, or Lady Vanity,
Or old Iniquity: I'll call him hither.
INIQUITY - What is he calls upon me, and would seem to lack a Vice?
Ere his words be half spoken, I am with him in a trice;
Here, there, and every where, as the Cat is with the Mice:
True vetus Iniquitas. Lack'st thou Cards, friend, or Dice?
I will teach thee cheat, Child, to cog, lie and swagger,
And ever and anon to be drawing forth thy Dagger:
To swear by Gogs-nowns, like a lusty Juventus,
In a Cloak to thy Heel, and a Hat like a Penthouse.
Thy Breeches of three Fingers, and thy Doublet all Belly,
With a Wench that shall feed thee, with Cock-Stones and Gelly.
PUG - Is it not excellent, Chief? how nimble he is!
INIQUITY - Child of Hell, this is nothing! I will fetch thee a leap
From the top of Paul's Steeple to the Standard in Cheap:
And lead thethee a daunce through the Streets, without fail,
Like a Needle of Spain, with a Thread at my tail.
We will survey the Suburbs, and make forth our Sallies,
Down Petticoat-lane, and up the Smock-Allies,
To Shoreditch, White-Chappel, and so to Saint Katherns.
To drink with the Dutch there, and take forth their Patterns:
From thence, we will put in at Custom-house Key there,
And see how the Factors, and Prentices play there,
False with their Masters; and gueld many a full Pack,
To spend it in Pies, at the Dagger and the Wool-Sack.
PUG - Brave, brave, Iniquity! will not this do, Chief?
INIQUITY - Nay, boy, I will bring thee to the Bawds, and the Roysters,
At Billings-gate, feasting with Claret-wine and Oysters;
From thence shoot the Bridge, Child, to the Cranes i' the Vintry,
And see there the Gimblets, how they make their entry!
Or if thou hadst rather to the Strand down to fall,
'Gainst the Lawyers come dabled from Westminster-Hall,
And mark how they cling, with their Clients together,
Like Ivy to Oak, so Velvet to Leather:
Ha, boy, I would shew thee.
PUG - Rare, rare!
DEVIL - Peace, Dotard,
And thou more ignorant thing, that so admir'st,
Art thou the Spirit thou seem'st? so poor? to chuse
This for a Vice, t' advance the Cause of Hell,
Now, as Vice stands this present Year? Remember
What number it is, Six Hundred and Sixteen.
Had it but been Five Hundred, though some Sixty
Above; that's Fifty years agone, and Six,
(When every Great Man had his Vice stand by him,
In his long Coat, shaking his wooden Dagger)
I could consent, that then this your grave choice
Might have done that, with his Lord Chief, the which
Most of his Chamber can do now. But Pug,
As the times are, who is it will receive you?
What Company will you go to? or whom mix with?
Where canst thou carry him, except to Taverns?
To mount up on a Joynt-Stool, with a Jews trump,
To put down Cokeley, and that must be to Citizens?
He ne're will be admitted there, where Vennor comes.
He may perchance, in tail of a Sheriffs Dinner,
Skip with a Rime o' the Table, from New-nothing,
And take his Almain-leap into a Custard,
Shall make my Lady Mayoress, and her Sisters,
Laugh all their Hoods over their Shoulders. But
This is not that will do, they are other things
That are receiv'd now upon Earth, for Vices;
Stranger and newer: and chang'd every hour.
They ride 'em like their Horses off their Legs,
And here they come to Hell, whole Legions of 'em,
Every week tyr'd. We still strive to breed,
And rear 'em up new ones; but they do not stand,
When they come there: they turn 'em on our hands.
And it is fear'd they have a Stud o' their own
Will put down ours. Both our Breed and Trade
Will suddenly decay, if we prevent not.
Unless it be a Vice of Quality,
Or Fashion now, they take none from us. Car-men
Are got into the yellow Starch, and Chimney-sweepers
To their Tobacco and Strong-waters, Hum,
Meath, and Obarni. We must therefore aim
At extraordinary subtle ones now,
When we do send to keep us up in credit.
Not old Iniquities. Get you e'en back, Sir,
To making of your Rope of Sand again.
You are not for the Manners, nor the Times:
They have their Vices there, most like to Vertues;
You cannot know 'em apart by any difference:
They wear the same Clothes, eat the same Meat,
Sleep i' the self-same beds, ride i' those Coaches.
Or very like, Four Horses in a Coach,