Ben Jonson

“ That's true, I had almost forgot this
rug, this hedgehog's nest, this hay-mow,
this bear's-skin, this heath, this furze-bush.
Junip. O let me go, you tear my hair,
you revolve my brains and understanding.
Jaq. Heart, thou art somewhat eas'd; half of my fear
Hath ta'en his leave of me, the other half
Still keeps possession in despight of hope,
Until these amorous eyes court my fair gold.
Dear, I come to thee; fiend, why art not gone?
Avoid, my soul's vexation; Satan, hence;
Why do'st thou stare on me? why do'st thou stay! ”

“ To do what! to do nothing, but
to be liable to the extasy of true love's exigent,
or so; you smell my meaning.
Oni. Smell! filthy, fellow Juniper, filthy. Smell! O most odious!
Junip. How filthy?
Oni. Filthy by this finger. Smell! smell
a rat, smell a pudding. Away, these tricks
are for trulls; a plain wench loves plain
dealing; I'll upon her myself, smell to march-pain wench. ”

“ Angels, men say, are spirits; spirits be
Invisible; bright angels, are you so?
Be you invisible to every eye,
Save only these: sleep, I'll not break your rest,
Though you break mine. Dear saints, adieu, adieu,
My feet part from you, but my soul dwells with you.
[Exit.]
Oni. Is he gone? O fortune my friend, and not fortune my foe,
I come down to embrace thee, and kiss thy great toe.
[Enter Juniper.]
Junip. Fellow Onion! Peter!
Oni. Fellow Juniper.
Junip. What's the old panurgo gone, departed cosmografied, ha?
Oni. O, I; and hark, sirrah. Shall I tell him? no. ”