In the canon
Bartholomew Fair
Ben Jonson
- Form
- Form Play
- Year
- Year 1614
- Pages
- Pages 180
Smithfield in September, and the pigs are roasting. Ursula the pig-woman sweats over her fire, ballad-singers sing to cover the cutpurse working the crowd behind them, and gingerbread and hobby-horses go for a penny.
I am all fire and fat, Nightingale, I shall e’en melt away to the first woman, a rib again, I am afraid.
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