Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
And as my Lady takes deserved place Of thy light Mistress, so yield thou to me, Fantastic Mime. Fond Satire why to thee? As the Attendant of the nobler Dame, And of myself more worthy. How more worthy? As one whose whip of steel can with a lash Imprint the Characters of shame so deep, Even in the brazen forehead of proud sin, That not eternity shall wear it out. When I but frowned in my Lucilius brow, Each conscious cheek grew red, and a cold trembling Freezed the i'll soul; while every guilty breast Stood fearful of dissection, as afraid To be anatomized by that skilful hand, And have each artery, nerve, and vein of sin By it laid open to the public scorn. I have untrussed the proudest, greatest tyrants Have quaked below my powerful whip, half dead With expectation of the smarting jerk, Whose wound no salve can cure: each blow doth leave A lasting scar, that with a poison eats Into the marrow of their fames and lives; Th'eternal ulcer to their memories! What can your Apish-fine-gesticulations My manlike-Munkye Mime, vie down to this? When men through sins were grown unlike the Gods, Apes grew to be like men; therefore I think My Apish imitation, Brother Beadle, Does as good service to reform bad manners As your proud whip, with all his ferkes, and jerkes. The Spartans' when they strove t'express the loathsomeness Of Drunkenness to their Children, brought a slave, Some captive, Helot, overcharged with wine Reeling in thus;— His eyes shot out with staring, A fire in his nose, a burning redness Blazing in either cheek, his hair upright, His tongue and senses faltering, and his stomach Oreburdened ready to discharge her load In each man's face he met. This made'em se●… And hate that sin of swine, and not of men. Would I express a complemental youth, That thinks himself a spruce and expert Courtier, Bending his supple hams, kissing his hands, Honouring shoestrings, s●…uing his writhed face To several postures of affection, Dancing an entertainment to his friend, Who would not think it a ridiculous motion? Yet such there be that very much please themselves In such like Antique humours. To out own sin●…s We will be Moles, even to the grossest of 'em, But in another's life we can spy forth The least of faults, with eyes as sharp as eagles, Or the Epidaurean serpent: Now in me, Where self-love casts not her Egyptian mists, They find this mis-becoming ●…oppishnesse, And afterwards apply it to themselves: This (Satire) is the use of Mimic Elves. Sister let's lay this poor contention by, And friendly live together; if one womb Could hold us both, why should we think this room Too narrow to contain us? On this stage we'll plead a trial; and in one year contend Which shall do best, that past, she than that shall By the most sacred and impartial judgement Of our Apollo, best deserve the Bays, Shall hold the entire possession of the place.
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And as my Lady takes deserved place Of thy light Mistresse, so yeild thou to me, Fantastique Mime. Fond Satyre why to thee? As the Attendant of the nobler Dame, And of my selfe more worthy. How more worthy? As one whose whip of steele can with a lash Imprint the Characters of shame so deepe, Even in the brazen forehead of proud sinne, That not eternity shall weare it out. When I but frown'd in my Lucilius brow, Each conscious cheek grew red, and a cold trembling Freez'd the chill soule; while every guilty brest Stood fearfull of dissection, as afraid To be anatomiz'd by that skilfull hand, And have each artery, nerve, and veine of sinne By it laid open to the publique skorne. I have untruss'd the proudest, greatest tyrants Have quak'd below my powerfull whip, halfe dead With expectation of the smarting jerke, Whose wound no salve can cure: each blow doth leave A lasting scar, that with a poison eates Into the marrow of their fames and lives; Th'eternall ulcer to their memories! What can your Apish-fine-gesticulations My manlike-Munkye Mime, vie downe to this? When men through sinnes were grown unlike the Gods, Apes grew to be like men; therefore I think My Apish imitation, Brother Beadle, Does as good service to reforme bad manners As your proud whip, with all his ferkes, and jerkes. The Spartans when they strove t'expresse the loathsomnesse Of Drunkennesse to their Children, brought a slave, Some captive, Helot, overcharg'd with wine Reeling in thus;—His eyes shot out with staring, A fire in his nose, a burning rednesse Blazing in either cheeke, his haire upright, His tongue and senses faltring, and his stomack Oreburden'd ready to discharge her load In each mans face he met. This made'em se And hate that sinne of swine, and not of men. Would I expresse a complementall youth, That thinks himselfe a spruce and expert Courtier, Bending his supple hams, kissing his hands, Honouring shoo-strings, suing his writh'd face To severall postures of affection, Dancing an entertainment to his friend, Who would not think it a ridiculous motion? Yet such there be that very much please themselves In such like Antique humours. To out own sins We will be Moles, even to the grossest of 'em, But in anothers life we can spye forth The least of faults, with eyes as sharpe as eagles, Or the Epidaurean serpent: Now in me, Where selfe-love casts not her Aegyptian mists, They find this mis-becoming oppishnesse, And afterwards apply it to themselves: This (Satyre) is the use of Mimique Elves. Sister let's lay this poore contention by, And friendly live together; if one wombe Could hold us both, why should we think this roome Too narrow to containe us? On this stage Weele plead a tryall; and in one year contend Which shall doe best, that past, she then that shall By the most sacred and impartiall judgment Of our Apollo, best deserve the Bayes, Shall hold the entire possession of the place.