The Devil is an Ass
By Ben Jonson
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Ben Jonson
Benjamin Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – c. 16 August 1637 was an English playwright and poet. Jonson's artistry exerted a lasting influence upon English poetry and stage comedy. He popularised the comedy of humours; he is best known for the satirical plays Every Man in His Humour (1598), Volpone, or The Fox (c. 1606), The Alchemist (1610) and Bartholomew Fair (1614) and for his lyric and epigrammatic poetry. He is generally regarded as the second most important English dramatist, after William Shakespeare.
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The Devil is an Ass - Ben Jonson
THE DEVIL IS AN ASS
A COMEDY.
BY BEN JONSON
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CONTENTS
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
THE PROLOGUE.
THE DEVIL IS AN ASS.
ACT I, Scene ii.
ACT I, Scene iii.
ACT I, Scene iv.
ACT I, Scene v.
ACT I, Scene vi.
ACT I, Scene vii.
ACT II, Scene i.
ACT II, Scene ii.
ACT II, Scene iii.
ACT II, Scene iv.
ACT II, Scene v.
ACT II, Scene vi.
ACT II, Scene vii.
ACT II, Scene viii.
ACT III, Scene i.
ACT III, Scene ii.
ACT III, Scene iii.
ACT III, Scene iv.
ACT III, Scene v.
ACT III, Scene vi.
ACT IV, Scene i.
ACT IV, Scene ii.
ACT IV, Scene iii.
ACT IV, Scene iv.
ACT IV, Scene v.
ACT IV, Scene vi.
ACT IV, Scene vii.
ACT V, Scene i.
ACT V, Scene ii.
ACT V, Scene iii.
ACT V, Scene iv.
ACT V, Scene v.
ACT V, Scene vi.
ACT V, Scene vii.
ACT V, Scene viii.
THE EPILOGUE.
Ficta voluptatis Causâ, sint proxima veris. Hor. de Art. Poet.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Satan, the great devil.
Pug. The less devil.
Iniquity, the vice.
Fitzdotterel, a squire of Norfolk.
Mistress Frances, his wife.
Merecraft, the projector.
Everill, his champion.
Wittipol. A young gallant.
Manly, his friend.
Engine, a broker.
Trains, the projector's man.
Gilthead, a gold-smith.
Plutarchus, his son.
Sir Paul Eitherside, a lawyer, and justice.
Lady Eitherside, his wife.
Lady Tailbush, the lady projectress.
Pitfall, her woman.
Ambler, her gentleman usher.
Sledge, a smith, the constable.
Shackles, keeper of Newgate.
Sergeants.
The Scene,
London.
THE PROLOGUE.
‘The Devil is an Ass.' That is, today,
The name of what you are met for, a new play.
Yet, grandees, 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'er admit our vice, because of yours.
Anon, who worse than you, the fault endures.
That yourselves 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 show 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.
THE DEVIL IS AN ASS.
ACT I, Scene i.
[Enter Satan, Pug.]
SATAN. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, &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 puisne 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?
Entering a sow, to make her cast her farrow?
Or crossing of a market-woman's mare,
'Twixt this and Tottenham? These were wont to be
Your main achievements, pug, You have some plot now,
Upon a tunning of ale, to stale the yeast,
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 Hoxton, you would hang now, for a witch,
Because she will not let you play round Robin;
And you'll go sour the citizens' cream 'gainst Sunday?
That she may be accused for't, and condemned,
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
Everyone's work. The state of Hell must care
Whom it employs, 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 uhad good instructions, Pug.
PUG. Oh 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 playfellow,
And you will see, there will come more upon't,
Then you'll imagine, precious chief.
SATAN. What Vice?
What kind wouldst thou have it of?
PUG. Why, any, Fraud,
Or Covetousness, or Lady Vanity,
Or old Iniquity: I'll call him hither.
[Enter Iniquity.]
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 everywhere, 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 Gog's nouns, 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 jelly.
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 thee a dance 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, Whitechapel, and so to Saint Katharine's.
To drink with the Dutch there, and take forth their patterns:
From thence, we will put in at Custom House Quay there,
And see how the factors, and prentices play there,
False with their masters; and geld many a full pack,
To spend it in pies, at the Dagger and the Woolsack.
PUG. Brave, brave, Iniquity! Will not this do, chief?
INIQUITY. Nay, boy, I will bring thee to the bawds, and the roisters,
At Billingsgate, feasting with claret wine, and oysters;
From thence shoot the bridge, child, to the Cranes i' the Vintry,
And see there the gimlets, how they make their entry!
Or if thou hadst rather to the Strand down to fall,
'Gainst the lawyers come dabbled from Westminster Hall,
And mark how they cling, with their clients together,
Like ivy to oak, so velvet to leather:
Ha, boy, I would show thee.
PUG. Rare, rare!
SATAN. Peace, dotard,
And thou more ignorant thing, that so admir'st,
Art thou the spirit thou seem'st? So poor? To choose
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 joint stool, with a Jew's trump,
To put down Cokeley, and that must be to citizens?
He ne'er will be admitted there, where Vennar comes.
He may perchance, in tail of a sheriff's dinner,
Skip with a rhyme 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 received now upon earth, for vices;
Stranger and newer: and changed every hour.
They ride 'em like