Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 22 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 · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
It is true Lays, a featherbed hath no fellow, good drink makes good blood, and shall pelting words spill it? I mean to enjoy the world, and to draw out my life at the wire-drawers, not to curtal it off at the cuttelers. You may talk of war, speak big, conquer worlds with great words: but stay at home, where in steed of Alarms you shall have dances, for hot battles with fierce men, gentle skirmishes with fair women. These pewter coats can never sit so well as satin doublets. Believe me, you cannot conceive the pleasure of peace, unless you despise the rudeness of war. It is so. But see Diogenes prying over his tub: Diogenes, what sayest thou to such a morsel? I say, I would spit it out of my mouth, because it should not poison my stomach. Thou speakest as thou art,' it is no meat for dogs. I am a dog, and Philosophy rates me from carrion. uncivil wretch, whose manners are answerable to thy calling, the time was thou wouldest have had my company, had it not been, as thou saidst too dear. I remember there was a thing, that I repented me of, and now thou hast told it, indeed it was too dear of nothing, and thou dear to nobody. Down villain, or I will have thy head broken? Will you couch? avaunt cur: Come sweet Lays, let us go to some place, and possess peace. But first let us sing, there is more pleasure in tuning of a voice, then in a volley of shot. Now let us make haste, lest Alexander find us here. methinketh Hephestion you are more melancholy than you were accustomed; but I perceive it is all for Alexander. You can neither brook this peace, nor my pleasure, be of good cheer, though I wink, I sleep not. Melancholy I am not, nor well content: for I know not how there is such a rust crept into my bones with this long ease, that I fear I shall not scour it out with infinite labours. Yes, yes, if all the travails of conquering the world will set either thy body or mine in tune, we will undertake them. But what think you of Apelles? Did ye ever see any so perplexed? He neither answered directly to any question, nor looked steadfastly upon any thing. I hold my life the painter is in love. It may be: for commonly we see it incident in artificers to be enamoured of their own works, as Archidamus of his wooden dove, Pygmalion, of his ivory Image, Arachne of his wooden swan, especially painters, who playing with their own conceits, now coveting to draw a glancing eye, than a rolling, now a winking; still mending it, never ending it, till they be caught with it, and then poor souls they kiss the colours with their lips, with which before they were loath to taint their fingers. I will find it out. Page, go speedily for Apelles, will him to come hither, and when you see us earnestly in talk, suddenly cry out, Apelles shop is on fire. It shall be done.
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It is true Lays, a featherbed hath no fellow, good drinke makes good bloud, and shal pelting wordes spill it? I meane to enjoy the world, and to draw out my life at the wiredrawers, not to curtall it off at the cuttelers. You may talke of warre, speake bigge, conquer worldes with great wordes: but stay at home, where in steede of Alarums you shall haue daunces, for hot battelles with fierce menne, gentle skirmishes with faire womenne. These pewter coates canne neuer sitte so well as satten dublets. Beleeue mee, you cannot conceiue the pleasure of peace, vnlesse you despise the rudenes of warre. It is so. But see Diogenes prying ouer his tubbe: Diogenes, what saiest thou to such a morsel? I say, I would spit it out of my mouth, because it should not poyson my stomacke. Thou speakest as thou arte, 'it is no meate for dogges. I am a dogge, and Phylosophy rates mee from carion. Vnciuill wretch, whose manners are aunswerable to thy callynge, the tyme was thou wouldest haue hadde my companie, had it not beene, as thou saidst too deare. I remember there was a thing, that I repented me of, and now thou haste told it, indeede it was too deare of nothing, and thou deare to no bodye. Downe villaine, or I wil haue thy head broken? Will you couch? Auaunt curre: Come sweete Lays, let vs goe to some place, and possesse peace. But first let vs sing, there is more pleasure in tuning of a voyce, then in a vollye of shotte. Now let vs make haste, least Alexander finde vs here. Mee thinketh Hephestion you are more melancholy then you were accustomed; but I perceiue it is all for Alexander. You can neither brooke this peace, nor my pleasure, be of good cheare, though I winke, I sleepe not. Melancholy I am not, nor well content: for I know not how there is such a ruste crept into my bones with this long ease, that I feare I shall not scowre it out with infinite labours. Yes, yes, if all the trauailes of conquering the world will set either thy body or mine in tune, wee will vndertake them. But what think you of Apelles? Did yee euer see any so perplexed? Hee neither aunswered directly to any question, nor looked stedfastly vppon anye thing. I hold my life the painter is in loue. It may be: for commonly we see it incident in artificers to be inamoured of their own workes, as Archidamus of his woodden douc, Pygmalion, of his iuorie Image, Arachue of his woddē swan, especially painters, who playing with their own conceites, now coueting to draw a glauncing eie, then a rolling, now a wincking; stil mending it, neuer ending it, till they bee caught with it, and then poore soules they kisse the colours with their lippes, with which before they were loth to tainte theyr fingers. I wil finde it out. Page, goe speedelye for Apelles, will him to come hether, and when you see vs earnestly in talke, sadenly cry out, Apelles shoppe is on fire. It shal be done.