Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 4 of 25
Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Manes had reason: for his name foretold as much. My name? how so sir boy? You know that it is called Mons, à movendo, because it stands still. Good. And thou art named Manes, à manendo, because thou run'st away. Passing reasons, I did not run away, but retire. To a prison, because thou wouldest have leisure to contemplate. I will prove that my body was immortal: because it was in prison. As how? Did your masters never teach you that the soul is immortal? Yes. And the body is the prison of the soul. True. Why then, thus to make my body immortal, I put it to prison. Oh bad. Excellent ill. You may see how dull a fasting wit is: therefore Psyllus let us go to supper with Granichus: Plato is the best fellow of all Philosophers. Give me him that reads in the morning in the school, and at noon in the kitchen. And me. Ah sirs, my master is a king in his parlour for the body, & a God in his study for the soul. Among all his men he commendeth one that is an excellent Musician, then stand I by and clap another on the shoulder and say, this is a passing good Cook. It is well done Granichus, for give me pleasure that goes in at the mouth, not the ear, I had rather fill my guts, than my brains. I serve Apelles, who feedeth me, as Diogenes doth Manes, for at dinner the one preacheth abstinence, the other commendeth counterfeiting: when I would eat meat, he paints a spit, & when I thirst, O faith he, is not this a fair pot, and points to a table, which contains the banquet of the Gods, where are many dishes to feed the eye, but not to fill the gut. What dost thou then? This doth he then bring in many examples that some have lived by favours, & proveth that much easier it is to fat by colours, and tells of birds that have been fatted by painted grapes in winter: & how many have so fed their eyes with their mistress picture, that they never desired to take food, being glutted with the delight in their favours. Then doth he show me counterfeits, such as have forfeited with their filthy & loathsome vomits, and with the riotous Bacchanals of the God Bacchus, and his disorderly crew, which are painted all to the life in his shop. To conclude, I fare hardly, though I go richly, which maketh me when I should begin to shadow a Lady's face, to draw a lambs head, and sometime to set to the body of a maid a shoulder of mutton: for semper animus meus est in patinis. Thou art a God to me: for could I see but a cook's shop painted, I would make mine eyes fat as butter. For I have nought but sentences to fill my maw, as, plures occidit crapula quàm gladius: musateiunantibus amica: repletion killeth delicately: & an old saw of abstinence, Socrates: The belly is the heads grave. Thus with sayings not with meat he maketh a gallimaufry.
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Manes had reason: for his name foretolde as much. My name? how so sir boy? You know that it is called Mons, à mouendo, because it standes still. Good. And thou art named Manes, à manendo, beecause thou runst away. Passing reasons, I did not runne awaye, but retire. To a prison, because thou wouldest haue leasure to contemplate. I will proue that my body was immortall: because it was in prison. As how? Did your maisters neuer teache you that the soule is immortal? Yes. And the body is the prison of the soule. True. Why then, thus to make my body immortall, I put it to prison. Oh bad. Excellent ill. You may see how dull a fasting wit is: therefore Psyllus let vs go to supper with Granichus: Plato is the best fellow of al Phylosophers. Giue me him that reades in the morning in the schoole, and at noone in the kitchin. And me. Ah firs, my maister is a king in his parlour for the body, & a God in his study for the soule. Among all his menne he commendeth one that is an excellente Musition, then stand I by and clap another on the shoulder and say, this is a passing good Cooke. It is well doone Granichus, for giue me pleasure that goes in at the mouth, not the eare, I had rather fill my guttes, then my braines. I serue Apelles, who feedeth mee, as Diogenes dooth Manes, for at dinner the one preacheth abstinence, the other commendeth counterfeiting: when I would eat meate, he paintes a spit, & whē I thirst, O faith he, is not this a faire pot, and pointes to a table, whiche conteines the banquet of the Gods, where are many dishes to feede the eie, but not to fill the gut. What doost thou then? This doth hee then bring in many examples that some haue liued by fauours, & proueth that muche easier it is to fatte by colours, and telles of birdes that haue beene fatted by painted grapes in winter: & howe many haue so fed their eies with their mistresse picture, that they neuer desired to take food, being glutted with the delight in their fauours. Then doth he shew me coū terfeites, such as haue furfeited with their filthy & lothsome vomites, and with the riotous Bacchanalles of the God Bacchus, and his disorderly crew, which are painted al to the life in his shop. To cōclude, I fare hardly, thogh I go richly, which maketh me when I shuld begin to shadow a Ladies face, to draw a Lambes head, and somtime to set to the body of a maide a shoulder of mutton: for semper animus meus est in patinis. Thou art a God to me: for could I see but a Cookes shop painted, I woulde make mine eyes fatte as butter. For I haue nought but sentences to fill my maw, as, plures occidit crapula quàm gladius: musateiunantibus amica: repletion killeth delicately: & an old saw of abstinence, Socrates: The belly is the heades graue. Thus with sayings not with meate he maketh a gallymafrey.