Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Here see A Day that does arise Like his, but with more eyes, And warms us with a better fire, than he. Then laugh we, &c. Thus then we chase the night With these true floods of light, This Lesbian wine, which with its sparkling streams, Darting diviner Graces, Cast's Glories round our Faces, And dulls the Tapers with Majestic Beams. Then laugh we, &c. Well said! now the other charge to the honour of Cratander. I feel a rumbling in my head, as if the Cyclops were forging Thunder in my Brains: But no matter, give it me: our ancient Orpheus says it, Perpetual drunkenness is the reward of Virtue. Which the most vicious have: must I still meet Some thing must grieve me more than your misfortunes? The Chain and Fetter were your Innocence. We don't fire Temple's Sir: we kill no Father Nor Mother, 'tis not Incest to be merry. But to be drunk is all. Do but consider, (If that at least you can) how Greece itself Now suffers in you; thus, say they, the Grecians Do spend their Nights: Your vices are esteemed The Rites and Customs of your Country, whiles The beastly Revelling of a Slave or two, Is made the nation's Infamy. Your wreathes Blush at your Ignominy: what praise is't When't shall be said, Philotas stood up still After the hundreth Flagon; when 'tis known He did not so in war? you're now just fit To reach the Spartan boys sobriety; Are all good Principles washed out? howe'er Be without vices, if not virtuous. That I should have authority to command Vices but not forbid 'em! I would put you Once more into his charge, but that you would Make even the Dungeon yet more infamous. Gentlemen hear me; Cratander Speaks well, and like a good commonwealthsman. Out you dissembling Rascal; are you of Cratander's faction. Good Gentlemen don't kick me: I shall leave all my drink behind me, if you do. Must we still thus be checked? we live not under A King, but a Pedagogue: he's insufferable Troth he's so proud now he must be killed to make a supper for the immortal Cannibals, that there's no Ho with him. I never thought he would have been either so womanish, as to have been chaste himself, or so uncivil as to keep us so: but he talks of lying with surprised Cities, and committing Fornication with Victory, and making Mars Pimp for him. These are the fruits of Learning; we suffer all this merely because he hath a little familiarity with the Devil in Philosophy, and can conjure with a few Notions out of Socrates. In good troth I take it very scurvily at his hands, that he will not let me deserve hanging. I'd thought to have done all the villainies in the world, and left a name behind me: but he's severe forsooth, and cries out Virtue, Mistress Virtue. Diseases take her; I ne'er knew any good she did in Commonwealth yet. I wonder how he dares be so impudent, as to be good in a strange place.
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Here see A Day that does arise Like his, but with more eyes, And warmes us with a better fire, than hee▪ Then laugh we, &c. Thus then we chase the night With these true floods of light, This Lesbian wine, which with it's sparkling streams, Darting diviner Graces, Cast's Glories round our Faces▪ And dulls the Tapers with Majestique Beames. Then laugh we, &c. Well said! now the other charge to the honour of Cratander. I feele a rumbling in my head, as if the Cyclops were forging Thunder in my Braines: But no matter, give it me: our ancient Orpheus sayes it, Perpetuall drunkennesse is the reward of Vertue. Which the most vitious have: must I still meet Some thing must greeve me more than your misfortunes? The Chayne and Fetter were your Innocence. We don't fire Temples Sir: we kill no Father Nor Mother, 'tis not Incest to be merry. But to be drunke is all. Doe but consider▪ (If that at least you can) how Greece it selfe Now suffers in you; thus, say they, the Grecians Do spend their Nights: Your vices are esteem'd The Rites and Customes of your Country, whiles The beastly Revelling of a Slave or two, Is made the Nations Infamy. Your wreathes Bluh at your Ignominy: what prayse is't When't shall be said, Philotas stood up still After the hundreth Flagon; when 'tis knowne He did not so in warre? you're now just fit To reach the Spartan boyes sobriety; Are all good Principles wash'd out? how e're Be without vices, if not vertuous. That I should have authority to command Vices but not forbid 'em! I would put you Once more into his charge, but that you would Make even the Dungeon yet more infamous. Gentlemen heare me; Cratander Speakes well, and like a good Common-wealth's▪ man▪ Out you dissembling Raskall; are you of Cratander's faction. Good Gentlemen don't kicke me: I shall leave al my drinke behind me, if you doe. Must we still thus be check'd? we live not under A King, but a Pedagogue: hee's insufferable Troth hee's so proud now he must be kill'd to make a supper for the immortall Canniballs, that there's no Ho with him. I never thought he would have beene either so womanish, as to have been chast himselfe, or so uncivill as to keepe us so▪ but hee talkes of lying with surpriz'd Cities, and committing Fornication with Victory, and making Mars Pimpe for him. These are the fruits of Learning; we suffer all this meerely because he hath a little familiarity with the Devill in Philosophy, and can conjure with a few Notions out of Socrates. In good troth I take it very scurvily at his hands, that he will not let me deserve hanging. I'd thought to have done all the villanies in the world, and left a name behinde me: but hee's severe forsooth, and cryes out Vertue, Mistris Vertue. Diseases take her; I ne're knew any good she did in Common-wealth yet. I wonder how he dares be so impudent, as to be good in a strange place.