Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 530 words
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Gold is but the earth's garbage, a weed bred by the sun, the very rubbish of barren ground. Tush Licio, thou art unlettered, all the earth is an egg, the white, silver, the yolk, gold. Why thou fool, what hen should lay that egg? I warrant a Goose. Nay I believe a Bull. Blirt to you both, it was laid by the Sun. The Sun is rather a cock than a hen. 'tis true girl, else how could Titan have trodden Daphne? I weep over both your wits, if I prove in every respect no difference between an egg and gold, will you not then grant gold to be an egg? Yes, but I believe thy idle imagination will make it an addle egg. Let us hear. Proceed Doctor egg. Gold willbe cracked: A common saying, a cracked crown. I that's a broken head. Nay then I see thou hast a broken wit. Well, suppose gold will crack. So will an egg. On. An egg is roasted in the fire. Well. So is gold tried in the fire. forth. An egg (as Physicians say) will make one lusty. Conclude. And who knows not that gold will make one frolic? Pipenetta this is true, for it is called egg, as a thing that doth egg on, so doth gold. Let us hear all. Eggs potched are for a weak stomach, & gold boiled, for a consuming body. Spoken like a Physician. Or a fool of necessity. An egg is eaten at one sup, and a portague lost at one cast. Gamester-like concluded. Eggs make custards, and gold makes spoons to eat them. A reason dough-baked. O! the oven of his wit was not thoroughly heated. Only this odds I find between money and eggs, which makes me wonder, that being more pence in the world than eggs, that one should have three eggs for a penny, and not three pence for an egg. A wonderful matter, but your wisdom is overshot in your comparison, for eggs have chickens, gold hath none. Mops I pity thee, gold hath eggs, change an angel into ten shillings, and all those pieces are the angels eggs. He hath made a spoke, wilt thou eat an egg? but soft, here come our masters, let us shrink aside. A short answer, yet a sound, Bacchus is pithy and pitiful. In Pactolus go bathe thy wish, and thee, Thy wish the waves shall have, and thou be free. I understand no Oracles, shall the water turn every thing to gold, what then shall become of the fish: shall he be free from gold? what then shall become of us, of his crown, of our Country? I like not these riddles. Thou Martius art so warlike, that thou wouldest cut of the wish with a sword, not cure it with a salve: but the Gods that can give the desires of the heart, can as easily withdraw the torment. Suppose Vulcan should so temper thy sword, that were thy heart never so valeant, thine arm never so strong, yet thy blade should never draw blood, wouldest not thou wish to have a weaker hand, and a sharper edge? Yes.
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Gold is but the earths garbadge, a weed bred by the sunne, the very rubbish of barren ground. Tush Licio, thou art vnlettered, al the earth is an egge, the white, siluer, the yolk, gold. Why thou foole, what hen should lay that egge? I warrant a Goose. Nay I beleeue a Bull. Blirt to you both, it was layd by the Sunne. The Sun is rather a cock than a hen. Tis true girle, els how could Titan haue troaden Daphne? I weep ouer both your wits, if I proue in euerie respect no difference between an egge and golde, will you not then graunt gold to be an egge? Yes, but I beleue thy idle imagination wil make it an addle egge. Let vs heare. Proceed Doctor egge. Gold wilbe crackt: A common saying, a crackt crowne. I thats a broken head. Nay then I see thou hast a broken wit. Wel, suppose gold wil crack. So wil an eg. On. An egge is rosted in the fire. Well. So is gold tried in the fire. Foorth. An egge (as Physicions say) will make one lustie. Conclude. And who knowes not that gold will make one frolike? Pipenetta this is true, for it is called egge, as a thing that doth egge on, so doth gold. Let vs heare all. Egges potcht are for a weake stomach, & golde boyld, for a consuming bodie. Spoken like a Physicion. Or a foole of necessitie. An egge is eaten at one sup, and a portague lost at one cast. Gamester-like concluded. Egs make custards, and gold makes spoones to eat them. A reason dowe-baked. O! the ouen of his wit was not throwly heated. Only this ods I finde betweene mony and egs, which makes me wonder, that being more pence in the world than egs, that one should haue three egges for a peny, and not three pence for an egge. A wonderful matter, but your wisdome is ouershotte in your comparison, for egs haue chickens, gold hath none. Mops I pittie thee, gold hath egs, change an angel into ten shillings, and all those peeces are the angels egges. He hath made a spoke, wilt thou eat an egge? but soft, here come our masters, let vs shrinke aside. A short answere, yet a sound, Bacchus is pithy and pitifull. In Pactolus go bathe thy wish, and thee, Thy wish the waues shal haue, and thou be free. I vnderstand no Oracles, shal the water turne euery thing to gold, what then shal become of the fish: shal he be free from gold? what then shal become of vs, of his crowne, of our Countrie? I like not these riddles. Thou Martius art so warlike, that thou wouldest cut of the wish with a sworde, not cure it with a salue: but the Gods that can geue the desires of the heart, can as easilie withdraw the torment. Suppose Vulcan should so temper thy sword, that were thy heart neuer so valeant, thine arme neuer so strong, yet thy blade shoulde neuer draw bloud, wouldest not thou wish to haue a weaker hand, and a sharper edge? Yes.