Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.75 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Why good sir bring me but acquainted them. There is a glass within shows you yourself By a reflection; go and speak 'em there. I should be glad to see 'em any where▪ Retire yourselves again, for these are sights Made to revive not burden with delights. My indignation boileth like a pot, An overheated pot, still, still it boileth, It boyleth and it bubbleth with disdain. My Spirit within me too fumeth, I say Fumeth, and steemeth up, and runneth over With holy wrath, at these delights of flesh. The Actors beg your silence— The next virtue, whose extremes we would present, wants a name both in the Greek and Latin, Wants it a name? 'tis an unchristian virtue. But they describe it such a modesty as directs us in the pursuit, and refusal of the meaner honours●… and so answers to Magnanimity, as Liberality to Magnificence: But here, that humour of the persons, being already forestalled, and no Pride now so much practised, or countenanced as that of Apparel, let me present you Philotimia, an overcurious Lady too neat in her attire▪ and for Aphilotimus, Luparius a nasty sordid sloven. Pride is a vanity worthy the correction. Philotimia▪ Luparus▪ Col●…. What mole dressed me to day? O patience▪ Who would be troubled with these mop-eyd Chambermaids? there's a whole hair on this side more than t'other, I am no Lady else!— come on you sloven! Was ever Christian Madam so tormented To wed a swine as I am? make you ready. I would the Tailor had been hanged for me That first invented clothes— O nature, nature! More cruel unto man then all thy creatures! Calves come into the world with doublets on; And Oxen have no breeches to put off. The Lamb is borne with her Freeze-coat about her; Hogs go to bed in rest, and are not troubled With pulling 〈◊〉 their hose and shoes i'th'morning, With gar●…ing, ●…rdling, trussing, buttoning, And a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that afflict humanity. To 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉! she hath made this cheek By much too 〈◊〉, and hath forgot to whiten The natural redness of my nose, she knows not What 'tis wants dealbation! O fine memory! If she has not set me in the self same teeth That I wore yesterday, I am a jew. Does she think that I can eat twice with the same, Or that my mouth stands as the Vulgar does? What? are you snorting there? you'll rise, you sluggard And make you ready? Rise, and make you ready? Two works of that, your happy birds make one; They when they rise are ready. Blessed birds! They fortunate creatures sleep in their own clothes, And rise with all their feather beds about them: Would nakedness were come again in fashion; I had some hope then when the breasts went bare Their bodies too would have come to 't in time. Beshrew her for't, this wrinkle is not filled! You'll go and wash— you are a pretty husband▪
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Why good sir bring me but acquainted them. There is a glasse within shewes you your selfe By a reflection; goe and speake 'em there. I should be glad to see 'em any where▪ Retire your selves againe, for these are sights Made to revive not burden with delights. My indignation boileth like a pot, An over-heated pot, still, still it boyleth, It boy leth and it bubleth with disdaine. My Spirit within me too fumeth, I say Fumeth, and steemeth up, and runneth ore With holy wrath, at these delights of flesh. The Actours beg your silence—The next vertue, whose extreames we would present, wants a name both in the Greeke and Latine, Wants it a name? 'tis an unchristian vertue. But they describe it such a modesty as directs us in the pursuit, and refusall of the meaner honours and so answers to Magnanimity, as Liberality to Magnificence: But here, that humor of the persons, being already forestall'd, and no Pride now so much practis'd, or countenanc'd as that of Apparell, let me present you Philotimia, an overcurious Lady too neat in her attire▪ and for Aphilotimus, Luparius a nasty sordid sloven. Pride is a vanity worthy the correction. Philotimia▪ Luparus▪ Col. What mole drest me to day? O patience▪ Who would be troubled with these mop-eyd Chambermaids? Ther's a whole haire on this side more then t'other, I am no Lady else!—come on you sloven! Was ever Christian Madam so tormented To wed a swine as I am? make you ready. I would the Tailor had bin hang'd for mee That first invented cloathes—O nature, nature! More cruell unto man then all thy creatures! Calves come into the world with dublets on; And Oxen have no breeches to put off. The Lambe is borne with her Freeze-coat about her; Hoggs goe to bed in rest, and are not troubled With pulling their hose and shoos i'th'morning, With garing, rdling, trussing, buttoning, And a that afflict humanity. To ! shee hath made this cheek By much too , and hath forgot to whiten The naturall rednesse of my nose, she knowes not What 'tis wants dealbation! O fine memory! If she has not set me in the selfe same teeth That I wore yesterday, I am a jew. Does she think that I can eate twice with the same, Or that my mouth stands as the Vulgar does? What? are you snorting there? youle rise, you sluggard And make you ready? Rise, and make you ready? Two workes of that, your happy birds make one; They when they rise are ready. Blessed birds! They fortunate creatures sleepe in their own clothes, And rise with all their feather beds about them: Would nakednesse were come again in fashion; I had some hope then when the brests went bare Their bodies too would have come to 't in time. Beshrew her for't, this wrinkle is not fill'd! Youll goe and wash—you are a pretty husband▪