Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.68 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Why so, two fools laugh at one another, I at my little tattle gammer echo, and she at me. Shortly there will creep out in print some filthy book of the old hoary wandering Knight, meaning me: would I were that book, for then I should be sure to creep out from hence: I should be a good soldier, for I traverse my ground rarely, marry I see neither enemy nor friends, but Popinjays, and Squirrels, and Apes, and Owls, and Daws, and Wagtails, and the spite is that none of these grass-eaters can speak my language, but this fool that mocks me, and swears to have the last word (in spite of my teeth) ay, and she shall have it because she is a woman, which kind of cattle are indeed all Echo, nothing but tongue, and are like the great bell of S. Michael's in Cyprus, that keeps most rumbling when men would most sleep. a pox on thee for mocking me. a pox on thee for mocking me. Why so, Snipsnap, this war is at an end, but this wilderness is world without end, to see how travel can transform: my teeth are turned into Nut crackers, a thousand to one I break out shortly, for I am full of nothing, but waxing kernels, my tongue speaks no language but an Almond for parrot, and crack me this Nut: If I hop three days more up and down this cage of cuckoos nests, I shall turn wild man sure, and be hired to throw Squibs among the Commonalty upon some terrible day. In the mean time to tell truth here will I lie. Farewell fool. farewell fool. Are not these comfortable words to a wise man? All hail signor tree, by your lean i'll sleep under your leaves, I pray bow to me, and i'll bend to you, for your back and my brows must, I doubt, have a game or two at Noddy err I wake again: down great heart, down. hay, ho, well, well. Fortune smiles, cry holiday, Dimples on her cheeks do dwell, Fortune frowns, cry welladay, Her love is heaven, her hate is hell: Since heaven and hell obey her power, Tremble when her eyes do lower, Since heaven and hell her power obey, When she smiles, cry holy day. Holiday with joy we cry And bend, and bend and merrily, Sing Hymns to Fortune's deity, Sing Hymns to Fortune's deity. Let us sing, merrily, merrily, merrily, With our song let heaven resound, Fortune's hands our heads have crowned, Let us sing merrily, merrily, merrily. Accursed Queen of chance, what had we done, Who having sometimes like young Phaeton's, Rid in the burnished Chariot of the Sun, And sometimes been thy minions, when thy fingers Weaned wanton love-nets in our curled hair, And with sweet juggling kisses warmed our cheeks: Oh how have we offended thy proud eyes, That thus we should be spurned and trod upon, Whilst those infected limbs of the sick world, Are fixed by thee for stars in that bright Sphere, Where in our Sun like Radiance did appear. Accursed Queen of chance, damned sorceress.
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Why so, two fooles laugh at one another, I at my little tattle gammer eccho, and shee at me. Shortly there will créepe out in print some filthie booke of the olde boarie wandring Knight, meaning me: would I were that booke, for then I should be sure to créepe out from hence: I should bee a good souldiour, for I trauerse my ground rarely, marrie I sée neither enemie nor friends, but Popiniayes, and Squirrels, and Apes, and Owles, and Dawes, and Wagtailes, and the spite is that none of these grasse-eaters can speake my language, but this foole that mockes me, and sweares to haue the last word (in spite of my téeth) I, and shee shall haue it because shee is a woman, which kind of cattell are indéede all Eccho, nothing but tongue, and are like the great bell of S. Michaels in Cyprus, that kéepes most rumbling when men would most sléepe. a poxe on thée for mocking me. a poxe on thée for mocking me. Why so, Snip snap, this warre is at an end, but this wildernesse is world without end, to sée how trauell can transforme: my teeth are turn'd into Nut crackers, a thousand to one I breake out shortly, for I am full of nothing, but waxing kernels, my tongue speakes no language but an Almond for Parrat, and cracke me this Nut: If I hop thrée daies more vp and downe this cage of Coockooes nests, I shall turne wilde man sure, and be hyred to throw Squibs among the Cōminaltie vpon some terrible day. In the meane time to tell truth here will I lie. Farwell foole. farwell foole. Are not these comfortable words to a wise man? All haile Signior trée, by your leane ile sléepe vnder your leaues, I pray bow to me, and ile bend to you, for your backe and my browes must, I doubt, haue a game or two at Noddie erre I wake againe: downe great heart, downe. Hey, ho, well, well. Fortune smiles, cry holyday, Dimples on her chéekes doe dwell, Fortune frownes, cry wellada, Her loue is heauen, her hate is hell: Since heauen and hell obey her power, Tremble when her eyes doe lowre, Since heauen and hell her power obey, When shée smiles, crie holy day. Holy-day with ioy we cry And bend, and bend and merily, Sing Hymnes to Fortunes deitie, Sing Hymnes to Fortunes deitie. Let vs sing, merrily, merrily, merrily, With our song let heauen resound, Fortunes hands our heads haue crown'd, Let vs sing merrily, merrily, merrily. Accursed Quéene of chaunce, what had we done, Who hauing sometimes like young Phaetons, Ryd in the burnisht Charriot of the Sun, And sometimes béene thy minions, when thy fingers Wean'd wanton loue-nets in our curled hayre, And with swéete iugling kisses warm'd our chéekes: Oh how haue we offended thy proud eyes, That thus we should be spurnd and trod vpon, Whilst those infected limmes of the sicke world, Are fixt by thée for starres in that bright Sphere, Where in our Sunne like Radiance did appeare. Accursed Quéene of chaunce, damn'd forceresse.