The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 18 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Yes, and with whom I eat. I may dispute, And how shall I hold argument with such, I neither know their humours, nor their heresies; Which are religions now, and so received? Here's no man among these that keeps a servant, To'inquire his Master of: yet i'the house, I hear it buzzed, there are a brace of Doctors; A Fool, and a Physician: with a Courtier, That feeds on mulberry leaves, like a true Silkworm: A Lawyer, and a mighty Money-Baud, Sir Moth! has brought his politic Bias with him: A man of a most animadverting humour: Who, to endear himself unto his Lord, Will tell him, you and I, or any of us, That here are met, are all pernicious spirits, And men of pestilent purpose, meanly affected Unto the State we live in: and beget Himself a thanks, with the great men o' the time, By breeding Jealice in them of us, Shall cross our fortunes, frustrate our endeavours, Twice seven years after: And this trick be called Cutting of throats, with a whispering, or a penknife. I must cut his throat now: I'm bound in honour, And by the Law of arms, to see it done; I dare to do it; and I dare profess The doing of it: being to such a Rascal, Who is the common offence grown of mankind; And worthy to be torn up from society. You shall not do it here, Sir. Why? will you Entreat yourself, into a beating for him, My courteous brother? If you will, have at you, No man deserves it better (now I think on't) Than you: that will keep consort with such Fiddlers, Pragmatic Flies, Fools, Publicans, and Moths: And leave your honest, and adopted brother. Best raise the house upon him, to secure us; he'll kill us all! I love no blades in belts. Nor I. Would I were at my shop again, In Court, safe stowed up, with my politic bundles. How they are scattered! Run away like Cimici, Into the crannies of a rotten bedstead. I told you such a passage would disperse 'em, Although the house were their Fee-simple in Law, And they possessed of all the blessings in it. Pray heaven they be not frighted from their stomacks: That so my Lady's Table be disfurnished Of the provisions! Not, the Parson's calling By this time, all the covey again, together. Here comes good tidings! Dinners o' the board. Stay Mistress Pleasance, I must ask you a question: Ha' you any suits in Law? I, Mr. Compass? Answer me briefly, it is dinner time. They say you have retained brisk Mr. Practise Here, of your Council; and are to be joined A Patentee with him. In what? who says so? You are disposed to jest. Not, I am in earnest. It is given out i'the house so, I assure you; But keep your right to yourself, and not acquaint A common Lawyer with your case. If he Once found the gap; a thousand will leap after. I'll tell you more anon.
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Yes, and with whom I eat. I may diſpute, And how ſhall I hold argument with ſuch, I neither know their humors, nor their hereſies; Which are religions now, and ſo receiv'd? Here's no man among theſe that keepes a ſervant, To'inquire his Maſter of: yet i'the houſe, I heare it buzz'd, there are a brace of Doctors; A Foole, and a Phyſician: with a Courtier, That feeds on mulbery leaves, like a true Silkeworme: A Lawyer, and a mighty Money-Baud, Sir Moath! has brought his politique Bias with him: A man of a moſt animadverting humor: Who, to indeare himſelfe unto his Lord, Will tell him, you and I, or any of us, That here are met, are all pernitious ſpirits, And men of peſtilent purpoſe, meanely affected Vnto the State wee live in: and beget Himſelfe a thankes, with the great men o' the time, By breeding Jealouſes in them of us, Shall croſſe our fortunes, fruſtrate our endeavours, Twice ſeven yeares after: And this trick be call'd Cutting of throats, with a whiſpering, or a pen-knife. I muſt cut his throat now: I'am bound in honour, And by the Law of armes, to ſee it done; I dare to doe it; and I dare profeſſe The doing of it: being to ſuch a Raskall, Who is the common offence growne of man-kind; And worthy to be torne up from ſociety. You ſhall not doe it here, Sir. Why? will you Intreat your ſelfe, into a beating for him, My courteous brother? If you will, have at you, No man deſerves it better (now I thinke on't) Then you: that will keepe conſort with ſuch Fidlers, Pragmatick Flies, Fooles, Publicanes, and Moathes: And leave your honeſt, and adopted brother. 'Beſt raiſe the houſe upon him, to ſecure us; Hee'll kill us all! I love no blades in belts. Nor I. Would I were at my ſhop againe, In Court, ſafe ſtow'd up, with my politique bundels. How they are ſcatter'd! Run away like Cimici, Into the cranies of a rotten bed-ſtead. I told you ſuch a paſſage would diſperſe 'hem, Although the houſe were their Fee-ſimple in Law, And they poſſeſt of all the bleſſings in it. Pray heaven they be not frighted from their ſtomacks: That ſo my Ladies Table be disfurniſh'd Of the proviſions! No, the Parſons calling By this time, all the covey againe, together. Here comes good tydings! Dinners o' the boord. Stay Mrs. Pleaſance, I muſt aske you a queſtion: Ha' you any ſuites in Law? I, Mr. Compaſſe? Anſwer me briefly, it is dinner time. They ſay you have retain'd brisk Mr. Practiſe Here, of your Councell; and are to be joyn'd A Patentee with him. In what? who ſayes ſo? You are diſpos'd to jeſt. No, I am in earneſt. It is given out i'the houſe ſo, I aſſure you; But keepe your right to your ſelfe, and not acquaint A common Lawyer with your caſe. If hee Once find the gap; a thouſand will leape after. Ile tell you more anone.