Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 510 words
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Then let us to our lodging depart, when dinner is done, We will view this City as we have begun. Once again in hope of good wind, I hoist up my sail, I go into the city to find some prey for mine avail: I hunger while I may see these strangers, that lately Arrived, I were safe if once I might meet them happily, Let them bark that lust, at this kind of gain, He is a fool that for his profit will not take pain: Though it be joined with other men's hurt, I care not at all, For profit I will accuse any man, hap what shall But soft sirs, I pray you buysh what are they that comes here, By their apparel, and countenance some strangers they appear, I will shroud myself secretly, even here for a while, To hear all their talk that I may them beguile. A shorre horse soon curried, my belly waxeth thinner, I am as hungry now as when I went to dinner: Your philosophical diet, is so fine and small, That you may eat your dinner & supper at once, & not surfaite at all. Stephano, much meat breeds heaviness, thin diet makes thee light I may be lighter thereby but I shall never run the faster. I have had sufficiently discourse of amity, Which I had at dinner with Pythias and his pleasant company Hath fully satisfied me, it doth me good to feed mine eyes on him. Course or discourse, your course is very course for all your talk, You had but one bare course, and that was Pike, rise and walk, And surely for all your talk of Philosophy, I never heard that a man with words could fill his belly, Feed your eyes (quoth you) the reason from my wisdom swerveth, I stared on you both, and yet my belly starveth▪ Ah Stephano, small diet maketh a fine memory. I care not for your crafty Sophistry, You two are fine, let me be fed like a gross knave still, I pray you licence me for a while to have my will: At home to tarry whiles you take view of this city, To find some odd victuals in a corner, I am very witty. At your pleasure sir, I will wait on myself this day, Yet attend upon Pythias, which for a purpose tarrieth at home, So doing, you wait upon me also. With wings on my feet I go. Not in vain the Poet saith Natura furca expenllas, tamen usque recurrit. For train up a bonontan never to so good a behaviour, Yet in some point of servility, he will savour: As this Stephano, trusty to me his Master, loving and kind, Yet touching his belly, a very bondman & him find: He is to be borne withal, being so just and true, I assure you, I would not change him for no new: But me thinks, this is a pleasant City, The Seat is good, and yet not strong, and that is great pity.
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¶Then let vs to our lodging departe, when dinner is done, We wyll view this Citie as we haue begonne. ¶ Once agayne in hope of good wynd, I hoyse vp my sayle, I goe into the citie to finde som pray for mine auayle: I hunger while I may sée these straungers, that lately Arriued, I were safe if once I might méete them happily, Let them barke that lust, at this kinde of gaine, He is a foole that for his profit will not take payne: Though it be ioyned with other mens hurt, I care not at all, For profit I wyll accuse any man, hap what shall But soft syrs, I pray you buysh what are they that comes here, By their apparell, and countinaunce some strangers they appeare, I wyll shrowde my selfe secretly, euen here for a while, To heare all their talke that I may them beguyle. ¶ A shorre horse soone curried, my belly waxeth thinner, I am as hungry now as when I went to dinner: Your philosophicall diet, is so fine and small, That you may eate your dinner & supper at once, & not surfaite at all. ¶ Stephano, much meat bréedes heauynes, thinne diet maks thée light ¶ I may be lighter thereby but I shall neuer run the faster. ¶ I haue had sufficiently discourse of amitie, Which I had at dinner with Pithias and his pleasaunt companie Hath fully satisfied me, it doth me good to féede myne eyes on him. ¶ Course or discourse, your course is very course for all your talke, You had but one bre course, and that was Pike, rise and walke, And surely for all your talke of Philosophie, I neuer heard that a man with wordes could fill his belly, Féede your eyes (quod you) the reason from my wisdom swarueth, I stared on you both, and yet my belly starueth▪ ¶ Ah Stephano, small diet maketh a fine memorie. ¶ I care not for your crafti Sophistrie, You two are fine, let mee be fed lyke a grose knaue styll, I pray you license mee for a while to haue my will: At home to tary whiles you take vew of this citie, To finde some odde victualles in a corner, I am very wittie. ¶ At your pleasure sir, I wyll wayte on my selfe this daye, Yet attende vpon Pithias, whiche for a purpose tarieth at home, So dooyng, you wayte vpon mee also. ¶With winges on my feete I go. ¶ Not in vain the Poet saith Natura furca expēllas, tamen vsque recurrit. For trayne vp a bonontan neuer to so good a behauiour, Yet in some poinct of seruilitie, he wyll sauour: As this Stephano, trustie to mée his Mayster, louyng and kinde, Yet touchyng his belly, a very bondman & him finde: He is to be borne withall, beyng so ist and true, I assure you, I would not chaunge him for no new: But mée thinkes, this is a pleasant Citie, The Seate is good, and yet not stronge, and that is great pitie.