Marlowe, Christopher · published 1596 · first performed or written 1593 [Jan 26; Jan 30] (Annals) tragedy · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 521 words
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Husband come down, here's one would speak with you from the Duke of Guise. To speak with me from such a man as he? ay, ay, for this Seroune, and thou shalt hate. O let me pray before I take my death. Despatch then quickly. O Christ my Saviour. Christ, villain, why darest thou presume to call on Christ, without the intercession of some Saint? Sancta Iacobus he was my Saint, pray to him. O let me pray unto my God. Then take this with you. What fearful cries comes from the river Seine, That frights poor Ramus sitting at his book? I fear the Guisians have passed the bridge, And mean once more to menace me. Fly Ramus fly, if thou wilt save thy life, Tell me Taleus, wherefore should I fly? The Guisians are hard at thy door, and mean to murder us: hark, hark they come, I'll leap out at the window. Sweet Taleus stay. Who goes there? 'tis Taleus, Ramas bedfellow. What art thou? I am as Ramus is, a Christian. O let him go, he is a catholic. Come Ramus, more gold, or thou shalt have the stab. Alas I am a scholar, how should I have gold? All that I have is but my stipend from the King, Which is no sooner received but it is spent. Who have you there? 'tis Ramus, the king's professor of Logic. Stab him. O good my Lord, wherein hath Ramus been so offencious. Marry sir, in having a smack in all, And yet didst never sound any thing to the depth. Was it not thou that scoff'dst the Organon, And said it was a heap of vanities? He that will be a flat decotamest, And seen in nothing but Epetomies: Is in your judgement thought a learned man. And he forsooth must go and preach in Germany: Excepting against Doctors actions, And ipsi dixi with this quiddity, Argumentum testimonis est in arte fetialis. To contradict which, I say Ramus shall die: How answer you that? your nego argumentum cannot serve, sirrah, kill him. O good my Lord, let me but speak a word. Well, say on. Not for my life do I desire this pause, But in my latter hour to purge myself, In that I know the things that I have wrote, Which as I hear one Shekins takes it ill: Because my places being but three, contains all his: I knew the Organon to be confused, And I reduced it into better form. And this for Aristotle will I say, That he that despiseth him, can near Be good in Logic or Philosophy. And that's because the blockish thorbonest, Attribute as much unto their works, As to the service of the eternal God. Why suffer you that peasant to declaim? Stab him I say and send him to his friends in hell. near was there collier's son so full of pride. My Lord of Anjoy, there are a hundred Protestants. Which we have chased into the river Seine, That swim about and so preserve their lives: How may we do? I fear me they will live.
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Husband come down, heer's one would speak with you from the Duke of Guise. To speek with me from such a man as he? I, I, for this Seroune, and thou shalt hate. O let me pray before I take my death. Despatch then quickly. O Christ my Sauiour. Christ, villaine, why darst thou presume to call on Christ, without the intercession of some Saint? Sancta Iacobus hee was my Saint, pray to him. O let me pray vnto my God. Then take this with you. What fearfull cries comes from the riuer Rene, That frightes poore Ramus sitting at his book? I feare the Guisians haue past the bridge, And meane once more to menace me. Flye Ramus flye, if thou wilt saue thy life, Tell me Taleus, wherfore should I flye? The Guisians are hard at thy doore, and meane to murder vs: harke, harke they come, Ile leap out at the window. Sweet Taleus stay. Who goes there? Tis Taleus, Ramas bedfellow. What art thou? I am as Ramus is, a Christian. O let him goe, he is a catholick. Come Ramus, more golde, or thou shalt haue the stabbe. Alas I am a scholler, how should I haue golde? All that I haue is but my stipend from the King, Which is no sooner receiu'd but it is spent. Who haue you there? Tis Ramus, the Kings professor of Logick. Stab him. O good my Lord, wherein hath Ramus been so offencious. Marry sir, in hauing a smack in all, And yet didst neuer sound any thing to the depth. Was it not thou that scoftes the Organon, And said it was a heape of vanities? He that will be a flat decotamest, And seen in nothing but Epetomies: Is in your iudgment thought a learned man. And he forsooth must goe and preach in Germany: Excepting against Doctors actions, And ipsi dixi with this quidditie, Argumentum testimonis est in arte fetialis. To contradict which, I say Ramus shall dye: How answere you that? your nego argumentum cannot serue, sirra, kill him. O good my Lord, let me but speak a word. Well, say on. Not for my life doe I desire this pause, But in my latter houre to purge my selfe, In that I know the things that I haue wrote, Which as I heare one Shekins takes it ill: Because my places being but three, contains all his: I knew the Organon to be confusde, And I reduc'd it into better forme. And this for Aristotle will I say, That he that despiseth him, can nere Be good in Logick or Philosophie. And thats because the blockish thorbonest, Attribute as much vnto their workes, As to the seruice of the eternall God. Why suffer you that peasant to declaime? Stab him I say and send him to his freends in hell. Nere was there Colliars sonne so full of pride. My Lord of Anioy, there are a hundred Protestants. Which we haue chaste into the riuer Rene, That swim about and so preserue their liues: How may we doe? I feare me they will liue.