t be to
Citizens?
Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association
ome _?
ixty_
Aboue; that's _fifty_ yeeres agone, and _? ix_,
(When euery great man had his _Vice_ ? tand by him,
In his long coat, ? haking his wooden dagger) 85
I could con? ent, that, then this your graue choice
Might haue done that with his Lord _Chiefe_, the which
Mo? t of his chamber can doe now. But _Pug_,
As the times are, who is it, will receiue you?
What company will you goe to? or whom mix with? 90
Where can? t thou carry him? except to Tauernes?
To mount vp ona joynt-? toole, with a _Iewes_-trumpe,
To put downe _Cokeley_, and that mu?
t be to Citizens?
He ne're will be admitted, there, where _Vennor_ comes.
Hee may perchance, in taile of a Sheriffes dinner, 95
Skip with a rime o' the Table, from _New-nothing_,
And take his _Almaine_-leape into a cu? tard,
Shall make my Lad _Maiore? ? e_, and her ? i? ters,
Laugh all their hoods ouer their shoulders. But,
This is not that will doe, they are other things 100
That are receiu'd now vpon earth, for Vices;
Stranger, and newer: and chang'd euery houre.
They ride 'hem like their hor? es off their legges,
And here they come to _Hell_, whole legions of 'hem,
Euery weeke tyr'd. Wee, ? till ? triue to breed, 105
And reare 'hem vp new ones; but they doe not ? tand,
When they come there: they turne 'hem on our hands.
And it is fear'd they haue a ?
Aboue; that's _fifty_ yeeres agone, and _? ix_,
(When euery great man had his _Vice_ ? tand by him,
In his long coat, ? haking his wooden dagger) 85
I could con? ent, that, then this your graue choice
Might haue done that with his Lord _Chiefe_, the which
Mo? t of his chamber can doe now. But _Pug_,
As the times are, who is it, will receiue you?
What company will you goe to? or whom mix with? 90
Where can? t thou carry him? except to Tauernes?
To mount vp ona joynt-? toole, with a _Iewes_-trumpe,
To put downe _Cokeley_, and that mu?
t be to Citizens?
He ne're will be admitted, there, where _Vennor_ comes.
Hee may perchance, in taile of a Sheriffes dinner, 95
Skip with a rime o' the Table, from _New-nothing_,
And take his _Almaine_-leape into a cu? tard,
Shall make my Lad _Maiore? ? e_, and her ? i? ters,
Laugh all their hoods ouer their shoulders. But,
This is not that will doe, they are other things 100
That are receiu'd now vpon earth, for Vices;
Stranger, and newer: and chang'd euery houre.
They ride 'hem like their hor? es off their legges,
And here they come to _Hell_, whole legions of 'hem,
Euery weeke tyr'd. Wee, ? till ? triue to breed, 105
And reare 'hem vp new ones; but they doe not ? tand,
When they come there: they turne 'hem on our hands.
And it is fear'd they haue a ?
