Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 8 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 · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Well then Granichus, be thou a painter to amend thine ill face, and thou Psyllus a Philosopher to correct thine evil manners. But who is that Manes? I care not who I were so I were not Manes. You are taken tardy. Let us slip aside Gravickiis, to see the salutation between Manes and his master. Manes, thou knowest the last day I threw away my dish to drink in my hand, because it was superfluous, now I am determined to put away my man, and serve myself: Quia non egeo tui velte. Master, you know a while ago I ran away, so do I mean to do again, quia'scio tibi esse argentum. I know I have no money, neither will I have ever a man: for I was resolved long sithence to put away both my slaves, money and Maves. So was I determined to shake off both my dogs, hunger and Diogenes. O sweet consent between a crowd and a Jew's harp. Come, let us reconcile them It shall not need: for this is their use, now do they dine one upon another. How now Manes, art thou gone from thy master. No, I did but now bind myself to him. Why, you were at mortalliars. In faith no, we broke a bitter jest one upon another. Why, thou art as dogged as he. My father knew them both little whelps. Well, I will hie me after my master. Why, is it supper time with Diogenes? ay, with him at all times when he hath meat. Why then every man to his home, and let us steal out again anon. Where shall we meet. Why, at Ala vendibili suspensa badera non est epus. O Psyllus habeo te leco parentis, thou blessest me. Stand aside sir boy, till you be called. Hephestion, how do ye like the sweet face of Campaspe? I cannot but commend the stout courage of Timeclea. Without doubt Campaspe had some great man to her father. You know Timoclea had Theagines to her brother. Timoclea still in thy mouth, art thou not in love? Not I. Not with Timoclea you mean, wherein you resemble the Lapwing, who crieth most where her nest is not. And so you lead me from espying your love with Campaspe, you cry Timoclea. Could I as well subdue kingdoms, as I can my thoughts, or were I as far from ambition, as I am from love, all the world would account me as valiant in arms as I know myself moderate in affection. Is love a vice? It is no virtue. Well, now shalt thou see what small difference I make between Alexander and Hephestion. And sith thou hast been always partaker of my triumphs, thou shalt be partaker of my torments. I love Hephestion, I love I love Campaspe, a thing far unfit for a Macedonian, for a king, for Alexander. Why hangest thou down thy head Hephestion? blushing to hear that which I am not ashamed to tell. Might my words crave pardon and my counsel credit, I would both discharge the duty of a subject, for so I am, and the office of a friend, for so I will. Speak Hephestion, for whatsoever is spoken, Hephestion speaketh to Alexander.
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Well then Granichus, be thou a painter to amende thine ill face, and thou Psyllus a Philosopher to correct thine euil manners. But who is that Manes? I care not whoe I were so I were not Manes. You are taken tardie. Let vs slip aside Grauickiis, to see the salutation betweene Manes and his maister. Manes, thou knowest the last daye I threw away my dish to drink in my hand, because it was superfluous, now I am determined to put away my man, and serue my selfe: Quia non egeo ui velte. Maister, you know a while agoe I ran away, so doe I meane to doe againe, quia'scio ibi esse argentum. I know I haue no money, neither will I haue euer a man: for I was resolued long sithēce to put away both my slaues, money and Maues. So was I determined to shake off both my dogges, hunger and Diogenes. O sweete concent betweene a crowde and a Iewes harpe. Come, let vs reconcile them It shal not neede: for this is their vse, now do they dine one vpon another. How nowe Manes, art thou gone from thy mayster. No, I didde but nowe binde my selfe to him. Why, you were at mortalliars. In faith no, we brake a bitter iest one vppon another. Why, thou art as dogged as he. My father knew them both litle whelpes. Well, I wil hie me after my maister. Why, is it supper time with Diogenes? I, with him at al times when he hath meate. Why then euerye man to his home, and let vs steale out againe anon. Where shall we meete. Why, at Ala vendibili suspensa badera non est epus. O Psyllus habeo te leco parentis, thou blessestme. Stand aside sir boy, till you bee called. Hephestion, how doe yee like the sweete face of Campaspe? I cannot but commend the stout courage of Timeclea. Without doubt Campaspe had som great man to her father. You know Timoclea had Theagines to her brother. Timoclea stil in thy mouth, art thou not in loue? Not I. Not with Timoclea you meane, wherein you resemble the Lapwing, who crieth most where her neast is not. And so you lead me from espying your loue with Campaspe, you cry Timoclea. Coulde I aswell subdue kingdomes, as I can my thoughtes, or were I as farre from ambition, as I am from loue, all the world would account me as valiaunt in armes as I know my self moderate in affection. Is loue a vice? It is no vertue. Well, nowe shalt thou see what small difference I make betweene Alexander and Hephestion. And sith thou hast beene alwaies partaker of my triumphes, thou shalt be partaker of my tormentes. I loue Hephestion, I loue I loue Campaspe, a thing farre vnfit for a Macedonian, for a king, for Alexander. Whye hangest thou downe thy head Hephestion? blushing to hear that which I am not ashamed to tell. Might my wordes craue pardon and my counsell credit, I woulde both discharge the duetie of a subiect, for so I am, and the office of a friend, for so I wil. Speake Hephestion, for whatsoeuer is spoken, Hephestion speaketh to Alexander.