The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia) · chunk 6 of 32
Zouche, Richard · published 1639 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1620] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
My joy and love esteemed by your own You well approve, and make me confident Upon your judgement in a lesser thing: My working thoughts to celebrate this day, Have here brought forth a rude impolished Rhyme Wherewith I dare trust your friendly censure. You may be bold, on me, who cannot blame whatever quick Invention hath composed. Nay, flattery becomes you not; 'tis this. What is't an Epigram? I have mistaken. Nay Sir, by your favour, I will presume upon your courtesy to read it. Our Civil Law doth seem a royal thing, It hath more Titles than the Spanish King: But yet the Common Law quite puts it down, In getting, like the Pope, so many a Crown. Nay, now I pray conceal not what you think, You know Iudicium ought to be conformed To Laws, and not to speak his mind of them. I ask your censure of my Epigram, Not of the Laws. I think that it were fit It had a gloss to show your meaning, what You understand by Titles, and by Crowns; Those words are doubtful: but Sir shall I see The other? Stay, her's Fallacy. THese are the Dragons that so duly keep The golden fruit which I so long to crop: Oh that I could enchant them! well, I'll try: Say, faithful followers of young Intellect, Is your dear Lord come by? or where's he gone? How? our dear Lord come by; or where's he gone? What means Lord Fallacy? did not great Discourse Send for him by your Brother? We hither came, thinking to find him here. I know not that, but this I do assure you, He is departed from the Court, and fled: The cause my sorrow doth forbid to show; Thus much my love hath made me let you know. 'Twere needless now for us to ask the cause, Let's think upon some means to find him out. Can you advise us Fallacy? Not I; You better both can finde and judge what's sit. I am amazed. And so I swear am I. Well, if my counsel may do any good, I wish that both of you pursue him straight; You towards Rheims, Invention, and you Iudicium to Verona, nor return Till you have found him: you may better seek In any place than here, where oh alas, Discourse distracted is enough to affright Far stronger wits. Discourse distracted? how? O pardon me, I know not. Come, let's go, You vex him with your fruitless Questions. Well may you speed, I would go on your way, But that my piety here bids me stay: What are you gone? ne'er may you meet again, Or meeting, ne'er return. I cannot like Such curious fellows in strange Commonwealths. And now for young Lord Intellect, my hope Stands resolute of quickly taking him, I may go prosecute my chief designs.
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My joy and love esteemed by your owne You well approve, and make me confident Upon your judgment in a lesser thing: My working thoughts to celebrate this day, Have here brought forth a rude impollisht Rime Where-with I dare trust your friendly censure. You may be bold, on me, who cannot blame What ever quick Invention hath compos'd. Nay, flattery becomes you not; 'tis this. What is't an Epigram? I have mistaken. Nay Sir, by your favour, I will presume upon your courtesie to read it. Our Civill Law doth seeme a royall thing, It hath more Titles than the Spanish King▪ But yet the Common Law quite puts it downe, In getting, like the Pope, so many a Crowne. Nay, now I pray conceale not what you thinke, You know Iudicium ought to be conform'd To Lawes, and not to speake his minde of them. I aske your censure of my Epigram, Not of the Lawes. I thinke that it were fit It had a glosse to shew your meaning, what You understand by Titles, and by Crownes; Those words are doubtfull: but Sir shall I see The other? Stay, her's Fallacy. THese are the Dragons that so duely keepe The golden fruit which I so long to crop: Oh that I could inchant them! well, Ile trie: Say, faithfull followers of young Intellect, Is your deare Lord come by? or where's he gone? How? our deare Lord come by; or where's he gone? What meanes Lord Fallacy? did not great Discourse Send for him by your Brother? We hither came, thinking to finde him here. I know not that, but this I doe assure you, He is departed from the Court, and fled: The cause my sorrow doth forbid to shew; Thus much my love hath made me let you know. 'Twere needlesse now for us to aske the cause, Let's thinke upon some meanes to finde him out. Can you advise us Fallacy? Not I; You better both can finde and judge what's sit. I am amaz'd. And so I sweare am I. Well, if my counsell may doe any good, I wish that both of you pursue him straight; You towards Rhemes, Invention, and you Iudicium to Verona, nor returne Till you have found him: you may better seeke In any place than here, where oh alas, Discourse distracted is enough to affright Farre stronger wits. Discourse distracted? how? O pardon me, I know not. Come, let's goe, You vexe him with your fruitlesse Questions. Well may you speed, I would goe on your way, But that my piety here bids me stay: What are you gone? ne're may you meete againe, Or meeting, ne're returne. I cannot like Such curious fellows in strange Common-wealths. And now for yong Lord Intellect, my hope Stands resolute of quickly taking him, I may goe prosecute my chiefe designes.