News from the New World Discovered in the Moon · chunk 2 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1620 [Jan 7] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
There he speaks reason to you sir. I confess it, but it is the Printing I am offended at, I would have no news printed; for when they are printed they leave to be news; while they are written, though they be false, they remain news still. See men's divers opinions! It is the Printing of'hem makes 'em news to a great many, who will indeed believe nothing but what's in Print. For those I do keep my Presses, and so many Pens going to bring forth wholesome relations, which once in half a score years (as the age grows forgetful) I Print over again with a new date, and they are of excellent use. Excellent abuse rather. Mr. Chronicler do not you talk, I shall— Nay Gentlemen, be at peace one with another; we have enough for you all three, if you dare take upon trust. I dare, I assure you. And I, as much as comes. I dare too, but nothing so much as I ha'done; I have been so cheated with false relations i'my time, as I ha' found it a far harder thing to correct my book, than collect it. Like enough; but to your news Gentlemen, whence come they? From the Moon, ours sir. From the Moon! which way? by sea? or by Land? By Moonshine, a nearer way I take it. O by a Trunk! I know it, a thing no bigger than a Flute-case; A neighbour of mine, a spectacle-maker, has drawn the Moon through it at the boar of a whistle, and made it as great as a Drum-head twenty times, and brought it within the length of this Room to me, I know not how often. Tut, that's no news; your perplexive Glasses are common. Not, it will fall out to be Pythagoras' way I warrant you, by writing, and reading i'th' Moon. Right, and as well read of you, I'faith: for Cornelius Agrippa has it, In disco Lunae, there 'tis found. Sir, you are lost I assure you; for ours came to you neither by the way of Cornelius Agrippa, nor Cornelius Drible. Nor any glass of— Not Philosopher's fantasy. Methematicians Perspicil. Or brother of the Rosy crosses intilligence, no forced way, but by the neat and clean power of Poetry, The Mistress of all discovery. Who after a world of these curious uncertainties, hath employed thither a servant of hers in search of truth: who has been there— In the Moon. In person. And is this night returned. Where? which is he? I must see his Dog at his girdle, and the bush of thorns at his back, ere I believe it. Do not trouble your faith than, for if that bush of thorns should prove a goodly Grove of Okes; in what case were you, and your expectation.
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There he ſpeakes reaſon to you ſir. I confeſſe it, but it is the Printing I am offended at, I would have no newes printed; for when they are printed they leave to bee newes; while they are written, though they be falſe, they remaine newes ſtill. See mens divers opinions! It is the Printing of'hem makes 'hem news to a great many, who will indeed beleeve nothing but what's in Print. For thoſe I doe keepe my Preſſes, and ſo many Pens going to bring forth wholſome relations, which once in halfe a ſcore yeares (as the age growes forgetfull) I Print over againe with a new date, and they are of excellent uſe. Excellent abuſe rather. Mr. Chronicler doe not you talke, I ſhall— Nay Gentlemen, bee at peace one with another; wee have enough for you all three, if you dare take upon truſt. I dare, I aſſure you. And I, as much as comes. I dare too, but nothing ſo much as I ha'done; I have beene ſo cheated with falſe relations i'my time, as I ha' found it a far harder thing to correct my booke, then collect it. Like enough; but to your newes Gentlemen, whence come they? From the Moone, ours ſir. From the Moone! which way? by ſea? or by Land? By Moone-ſhine, a neerer way I take it. Oh by a Trunck! I know it, a thing no bigger than a Flute-caſe; A neighbour of mine, a ſpectacle-maker, has drawn the Moone through it at the boare of a whiſtle, and made it as great as a Drum-head twentie times, and brought it within the length of this Roome to me, I know not how often. Tut, that's no newes; your perplexive Glaſſes are common. No, it will fall out to be Pythagoras way I warrant you, by writing, and reading i'th Moone. Right, and as well read of you, I'faith: for Cornelius Agrippa has it, In diſco Lunae, there tis found. Sir, you are loſt I aſſure you; for ours came to you neither by the way of Cornelius Agrippa, nor Cornelius Drible. Nor any glaſſe of— No Philoſophers phantaſie. Methematicians Perſpicill. Or brother of the Roſie croſſes intilligence, no forc'd way, but by the neat and cleane power of Poetrie, The Miſtris of all diſcovery. Who after a world of theſe curious uncertainties, hath employed thither a ſervant of hers in ſearch of truth: who has been there— In the Moone. In perſon. And is this night return'd. Where? which is he? I muſt ſee his Dog at his girdle, and the buſh of thornes at his backe, ere I beleeve it. Doe not trouble your faith then, for if that buſh of thornes ſhould prove a goodly Grove of Okes; in what caſe were you, and your expectation.