. London . Cross, but none here. The air is fresh and whole-some coming up the river, the ground fertile : sec the treesand hedges, how they flourish ; yet is there never a privategarden in the place. For this reason the bull-baiting washere, and Paris Gardens with its bears—an it were Sunday, Iwould show you the bears—old Harry Hunks and this reason was the Globe built here, without the citvprecincts. Where are the theatres and the baitings, themusicians and the shows, thither must gather together thepoets, singers, mummers, and all those who live by minister-ing to the merrimen
. London . Cross, but none here. The air is fresh and whole-some coming up the river, the ground fertile : sec the treesand hedges, how they flourish ; yet is there never a privategarden in the place. For this reason the bull-baiting washere, and Paris Gardens with its bears—an it were Sunday, Iwould show you the bears—old Harry Hunks and this reason was the Globe built here, without the citvprecincts. Where are the theatres and the baitings, themusicians and the shows, thither must gather together thepoets, singers, mummers, and all those who live by minister-ing to the merriment and pleasure of the world. A company TUDOR 283 4 of keen wits they are, their tongues readier than most andtheir talk bolder. Sober merchants, who think more of thematter and less of the manner, like not such company. Here the tinkling of aguitar, followed by aburst of laughter, in-terrupted the dis-course. I doubt not,said Stow, that wehave here—tis theFalcon Tavern — a •i ? ?m % - ? -?j. SOUTH VIEW OF FALCON TAVERN,ON THE BANK SIDE, SOUTH-WARK,AS IT APPEARED IN 1805 company of wits and poets and players. Let us tarry but the drinking of a single flask. It may be, unless their tongues are more free than is seemly, that we shall be rewarded. The Falcon Inn stood at the western end of Bank Side, • 284 /a>A/) at the head of the Falcon stairs. In front a small gardenstretched out toward the river. Tart of the garden was anarbour, formed by a vine raised on poles, so as to form a roofof leaves. Here was a table placed, and round the table acompany of ten or a dozen. At the head of the table was ayoung gentleman richly dressed. Behind him stood twoservants. At his right sat a man of about thirty, of largeframe and already corpulent, his brown hair short and curly,his beard cut short, his eyes singularly bright. Tis Ben Jonson, whispered Stow. Let us sit here,without the arbour, so that we can drink and listen. Ben isbut lately out of prison, where he was cast for
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