Epicoene: Or, the Silent Woman by Ben Jonson
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and be communicable with your friends. Here will be three or four
fashionable ladies from the college to visit you presently, and their train of minions and followers. MOR: Bar my doors! bar my doors! Where are all my eaters? my mouths now?-- [ENTER SERVANTS.] Bar up my doors, you varlets! EPI: He is a varlet that stirs to such an office. Let them stand open. I would see him that dares move his eyes toward it. Shall I have a barricado made against my friends, to be barr'd of any pleasure they can bring in to me with their honourable visitation? [EXEUNT SER.] MOR: O Amazonian impudence! TRUE: Nay, faith, in this, sir, she speaks but reason: and, methinks, is more continent than you. Would you go to bed so presently, sir, afore noon? a man of your head and hair should owe more to that reverend ceremony, and not mount the marriage-bed like a town-bull, or a mountain-goat; but stay the due season; and ascend it then with religion and fear. Those delights are to be steeped in the humour and silence of the night; and give the day to other open pleasures, and jollities of feasting, of music, of revels, of discourse: we'll have all, sir, that may make your Hymen high and happy. |
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