The Conspiracy (Pallantus and Eudora) · chunk 20 of 63
Killigrew, Henry · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [Jan 8(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Poliander, Menetius, well met; what have you seen the thing yet? What thing? The thing that haunts the Court, it has something like a man, and pretends to be one, he comes among the Ladies like a Rough water Dog to a Flock of fowl, and flutter as fast from him, scattering feathers as they pass, I mean their Fans and such movables, he has done no hurt yet, the Guard dare not mingle with him, he's too boisterous for their company, one glance of him as he passed by broke the king's draught, which a cubit Cup could ne'er do. See, see, here he comes, with as many patches and such like properties as would furnish a whole cashiered Company to beg with, sure he was Scar-bearer to some Army let's observe it what it will do, look, look, 'tis pleased with the hangings. He cannot be thus by nature, nor by accident, he has studied to appear horrid. Danger is not so dreadful in itself as it appears in him. I cannot forbear, for curiosity's sake, i'll enter parley with it, what rare things shall I know if I can get him speak, I'll inquire the fortune of the Kingdom for the next thousand years, that's not worth the asking. I'll inquire the age of the World and where her treasure lies, he cannot choose but know the very heart of the earth. If I cannot persuade, I'll conjure something from him. Boe, boe, O Bullbeggar! what art thou? who let thee lose? where is any gold hid? my fears were just, nothing but a charm will do it. This was not terrible enough. This won't do it, it must be more terrible yet, I adjure thee by those Boots, thy Velvet eye, by all the tailor's work about thee— Peace Fool— Oah. The King will hear thee and thou wilt be whipped for bawling. Prithee good devil something of the other World. Ha, ha, ha. I hope he has satisfied your curiosity Comastes, Ha, ha, ha. Nay, I'll not leave him thus, be baffled by a Goblin? I'll follow it to the place where it shakes the Chain, that certain. Ha, ha, ha, come let's see the end of the Conjuration. My Lord, Cupid put his hoodwink on you that he used to aim with, and than you could not miss the mark, I fear the second view will not be so delightful, the most excellent things scarce please twice. My Lord, think not so, for were the World dark about her, or I blind to all things else, in her I could find variety enough, and so long as she were not eclipsed I could not envy him that were so placed, that he at once could see the whole earth as in a Map.
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Poliander, Menetius, well met; what have you seene the thing yet? What thing? The thing that haunts the Court, it has something like a man, and pretends to be one, he comes among the Ladyes like a Rough water Dog to a Flock of Fowle, and flutter as fast from him, scattering feathers as they passe, I meane their Fanns and such moveables, he has done noe hurt yet, the Guard dare not mingle with him, hee's too boysterous for their company, one glance of him as he past by broke the Kings draught, which a cubit Cup could nee'r doe. See, see, here he comes, with as many patches and such like properties as would furnish a whole casheer'd Company to beg with, sure he was Scarr-bearer to some Army lett's observe it what it will doe, looke, looke, 'tis pleas'd with the hangings. He cannot be thus by nature, nor by accident, he has studied to appeare horrid. Danger is not so dreadfull in it selfe as it appeares in him. I cannot forbeare, for curiosity sake, i'le enter parly with it, what rare things shall I know if I can get him speake, I'le inquire the fortune of the Kingdome for the next thousand yeares, that's not worth the asking. I'le inquire the age of the World and where her treasure lyes, he cannot chuse but know the very heart of the earth. If I cannot perswad, I'le conjure something from him. Boe, boe, O Bull-begger! what art thou? who let thee loose? where is any gold hid? my fears were just, nothing but a charme will doe it. This was not terrible enough. This won't doe it, it must bee more tirrible yet, I adjure thee by those Boots, thy Velvet eye, by all the Taylors worke about thee— Peace Foole— Oah. The King will heare thee and thou wilt be whipt for balling. Prethee good divell something of the other World. Ha, ha, ha. I hope hee has satisfied your curiosity Comastes, Ha, ha, ha. Nay, I'le not leave him thus, be bafled by a Goblin? I'le follow it to the place where it shakes the Chaine, that certaine. Ha, ha, ha, come let's see the end of the Conjuration. My Lord, Cupid put his hood-winke on you that he us'd to aime with, and than you could not misse the marke, I feare the second view will not be so delightfull, the most excellent things scarse please twice. My Lord, thinke not so, for were the World darke about her, or I blind to all things else, in her I could find variety enough, and so long as she were not ecclipsed I could not envy him that were so plac'd, that he at once could see the whole earth as in a Map.