Lyly, John · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1587-1591] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
My name is Silena I care not who know it, so I do not: my father keeps me close, so he does, and now I have stolen out, so I have, to go to old Mother Bombie to know my fortune, so I will, for I have as fair a face as ever trod on shoe sole, and as free a foot as ever looked with two eyes. What, I think she is lunatic or foolish? Thou art a fool Candius, so fair a face cannot be the scabbard of a foolish mind, mad she may be, for commonly in beauty so rare, there false passions extreme, Love and beauty disdain a mean, not therefore because beauty is no virtue, but because it is happiness, and we scholars know that virtue is not to be praised, but honoured. I will put on my best grace, sweet wench thy face is lovely, thy body comely, & all that the eyes can see enchanting, you see how unacquainted I am bold to board you. My father boards me already, therefore I care not if your name were Geoffrey. She raves or overreaches. I am one sweet soul that loves you, brought hither by report of your beauty, and here languisheth with your rareness. I thank you that you would call. I will always call on such a saint, that hath power to release my sorrows, yield fair creature to love. I am none of that sect. The loving sect is an ancient sect and an honourable, and therefore should be in a person so perfect. Much. I love thee much, give me one word of comfort. i'faith sir no, and so tell your master. I have no master, but come to make choice of a mistress. Aha, are you there with your bears. Doubtless she is an idiot of the newest cut, I'll once more try her. I have loved thee long Silena. In your t'other hose. Too simple to be natural: too senseless to be artificial. You said you went to know your fortune, I am a scholar and am cunning in palmistry. The better for you sir, here's my hand, what's o'clock. The line of life is good, Venus mount very perfect, you shall have a scholar to your first husband. you are well seen in carnes dirt, your father was a poulter, ha, ha, ha. Why laugh you? Because you should see my teeth. Alas poor wench, I see now also thy folly, a fair fool is like a fresh weed, pleasing leaves and sour juice. I will not yet leave her, she may dissemble. I cannot choose but love thee. I had thought to ask you. Nay then farewell, either to proud to accept, or too simple to understand. You need not be so crusty, you are not so hard backed.
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My name is Silena I care not who knowe it, so I doo not: my father keeps me close, so he does, and now I haue stolne out, so I haue, to goe to olde Mother Bombie to know my fortune, so I wil, for I haue as fayre a face as euer trode on shoo sole, and as free a foote as euer lookt with two eyes. What, I thinke she is lunatike or foolish? Thou art a foole Candius, so faire a face cannot bee the scabbard of a foolish minde, mad she may bee, for commonly in beautie so rare, there fals passions extreame, Loue and beautie disdaine a meane, not therefore because beautie is no vertue, but because it is happines, and we schollers know that vertue is not to be praised, but honored. I wil put on my best grace, sweete wench thy face is louely, thy bodie comely, & all that the eyes can see inchanting, you see how vnacquainted I am bold to boord you. My father boordes mee alreadie, therefore I care not if your name were Geoffrey. She raues or ouer-reaches. I am one sweet soule that loues you, brought hether by reporte of your beautie, and here languisheth with your rarenesse. I thanke you that you would call. I will alwaies call on such a saint, that hath power to release my sorrowes, yeeld fayre creature to loue. I am none of that sect. The louing sect is an auncient sect and an honorable, and therefore should bee in a person so perfect. Much. I loue thee much, giue mee one worde of comfort. I faith sir no, and so tell your master. I haue no master, but come to make choise of a mistres. Aha, are you there with your beares. Doubtles she is an idiot of the newest cut, Ile once more trye hir. I haue loued thee long Silena. In your to ther hose. Too simple to be naturall: too senslesse to be arteficiall. You sayd you went to know your fortune, I am a scholler and am cunning in palmistry. The better for you sir, heres my hand, whats a clocke. The line of life is good, Venus mount very perfect, you shall haue a scholler to your first husband. you are well seene in carnes durt, your father was a poulter, ha, ha, ha. Why laugh you? Because you should see my teeth. Alas poore wench, I see now also thy folly, a fayre foole is lyke a fresh weed, pleasing leaues and soure iuyce. I will not yet leaue her, shee may dissemble. I cannot choose but loue thee. I had thought to aske you. Nay then farewell, either to proud to accept, or too simple to vnderstand. You need not bee so crustie, you are not so hard backt.