Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair of wit! Indicting and arraigning every day Something they call a play. Let their fastidious, vain Commission of the brain Run on and rage, sweat, censure, and condemn; They were not made for thee, less thou for them. Say that thou pour'st them wheat, And they will acorns eat; 'Twere simple fury still thyself to waste On such as have no taste! To offer them a surfeit of pure bread Whose appetites are dead! No, give them grains their fill, Husks, draff to drink and swill: If they love lees, and leave the lusty wine, Envy them not, their palate's with the swine. No doubt some mouldy tale, Like Pericles, and stale As the shrieve's crusts, and nasty as his fish— Scraps out of every dish Thrown forth, and rak'd into the common tub, May keep up the Play-club: There, sweepings do as well As the best-order'd meal; For who the relish of these guests will fit, Needs set them but the alms-basket of wit. And much good do't you then: Brave plush-and-velvet-men Can feed on orts; and, safe in your stage-clothes, Dare quit, upon your oaths, The stagers, and the stage-wrights too (your peers) Of larding your large ears With their foul comic socks, Wrought upon twenty blocks; Which if they are torn, and turn'd, and patch'd enough, The gamesters share your gilt, and you their stuff. Leave things so prostitute, And take the Alcaic lute; Or thine own Horace, or Anacreon's lyre; Warm thee by Pindar's fire: And though thy nerves be shrunk, and blood be cold, Ere years have made thee old, Strike that disdainful heat Throughout, to their defeat, As curious fools, and envious of thy strain, May blushing swear, no palsy's in thy brain. But when they hear thee sing The glories of thy king, His zeal to God, and his just awe o'er men: They may, blood-shaken then, Feel such a flesh-quake to possess their powers, As they shall cry: "Like ours In sound of peace or wars, No harp e'er hit the stars, In tuning forth the acts of his sweet reign, And raising Charles his chariot 'bove his Wain."Jonson's play "The New Inn" was not very well recieved by the critics of the Contextual notes:
L13 - 'simple' -
L17 - 'husks...draff...swill' - Food for
L18 - 'lees' -
L22 - 'Pericles' - A partial Shakespearean
L23 - 'shrieve's' -
L25 - 'the common tub' - the basket outside the jail to receive food for the poor was call the sheriff's
L33 - 'orts' -
L33 - 'stage clothes' - actors often wore on the stage clothes that were cast off by the gentry;
Jonson suggests that the people he is describing wear the cast off clothes of actors.
L34 - 'quit' -
L35 - 'stagers and the stage-wrights' - actors and
L37 - 'comic socks' - symbols of
L40 - 'gamesters' -
L45 - 'nerves' - sinews
