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 0.81 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Not all, i'll wander once more through the world: Wisdom I know hath with her blessed wings Fled to some bosom: if I meet that breast, There i'll erect my temple, and there rest. Fortune nor Vice, shall then ere have the power, (By their loose eyes) to entice my Paramour; Then will I cast off this deformity, And shine in glory, and triumph to see You conquered at my feet, that tread on me. Virtue begins to quarrel: Vice, farewell. Stay, Fortune, whilst within this Grove we dwell, If my Angelical and Saintlike form Can win some amorous fool to wanton here, And taste the fruit of this alluring tree, Thus shall his saucy brows adorned be, To make us laugh. It will be rare: adieu. Foul hellbred fiend, Virtue shall strive with you, If any be enamoured of thine eyes, Their love must needs beget deformities. Men are transformed to beasts, feasting with sin; But if (in spite of thee) their souls I win, To taste this fruit, though thou disguise their head, Their shapes shall be remetamorphosed. I dare thee do thy worst. My best i'll try. Fortune shall judge who wins the sovereignty. The world to the circumference of heaven, Is as a small point in Geometry, Whose greatness is so little, that a less Cannot be made: into that narrow room, Your quick imaginations we must charm, To turn that world: and (turned) again to part it Into large kingdoms, and within one moment, To carry Fortunatus on the wings Of active thought, many a thousand miles. Suppose then since you last beheld him here, That you have sailed with him upon the seas, And leapt with him upon the Asian shores, Been feasted with him in the Tartars palace, And all the Courts of each Barbarian kings: From whence (being called by some unlucky star,) (For happiness never continues long) Help me to bring him back to Arragon; Where for his pride (Riches make all men proud) On a slight quarrel, by a covetous Earl, Fortune's dear minion is imprisoned: There think you see him sit with folded arms, Tears dropping down his cheeks, his white hairs torn, His legs in rusty fetters, and his tongue Bitterly cursing that his squint-eyed soul Did not make choice of wisdom's sacred love; Fortune (to triumph in unconstancy), From prison bails him; (liberty is wild) For being set free, he like a lusty eagle, Cuts with his venturous feathers through the sky, And lights not till he finds the Turkish court. Thither transport your eyes, and there behold him, reveling with the Emperor of the East; From whence (through fear) for safeguard of his life, (Flying into the arms of ugly night,) Suppose you see him brought to Babylon; And that the Sun (clothed all in fire) hath rid One quarter of his hot celestial way With the bright morning, and that in this instant, He and the Soldan meet, but what they say, Listen you, the talk of Kings none dare bewray.
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Not all, ile wander once more through the world: Wisedome I know hath with her blessed wings Fied to some bosome: if I méete that brest, There ile erect my temple, and there rest. Fortune nor Uice, shall then ere haue the power, (By their loose eyes) to intice my Paramour; Then will I cast off this de formitie, And shine in glorie, and triumph to sée You conquerd at my féete, that tread on me. Uertue begins to quarrell: Uice, farewell. Stay, Fortune, whilst within this Groue we dwel, If my Angelicall and Saint-like forme Can win some amorous foole to wanton here, And taste the fruite of this alluring trée, Thus shall his sawcie browes adorned bée, To make vs laugh. It will be rare: adiew. Foule hel-bred fiend, Uertue shall striue with you, If any be enamoured of thine eyes, Their loue must néedes beget deformities. Men are transformed to beastes, feasting with sinne; But if (in spite of thée) their soules I winne, To taste this fruite, though thou disguise their head, Their shapes shall be re-metamorphosed. I dare thée doe thy worst. My best ile trie. Fortune shall iudge who winnes the soueraigntie. The world to the circumference of heauen, Is as a small point in Geometrie, Whose greatnes is so little, that a lesse Cannot be made: into that narrow roome, Your quicke imaginations we must charme, To turne that world: and (turn'd) againe to part it Into large kingdomes, and within one moment, To carrie Fortunatus on the wings Of actiue thought, many a thousand miles. Suppose then since you last beheld him here, That you haue saild with him vpon the seas, And leapt with him vpon the Asian shores, Béene feasted with him in the Tartars palace, And all the Courts of each Barbarian kings: From whence (being cald by some vnluckie starre,) (For happines never continues long) Helpe me to bring him backe to Arragon; Where for his pride (Riches make all men proude) On a slight quarrell, by a covetous Earle, Fortune's dear minion is imprisoned: There thinke you see him sit with folded armes, Teares dropping downe his cheekes, his white hairs torne, His legges in rusty fetters, and his tongue Bitterly cursing that his squint-eide soule Did not make choice of wisedome's sacred love; Fortune (to triumph in unconstancie), From prison bailes him; (libertie is wild) For being set free, he like a lustie eagle, Cuts with his ventrous feathers through the skie, And lights not till he finds the Turkish court. Thither transport your eyes, and there behold him, Revelling with the Emperour of the East; From whence (through feare) for safegard of his life, (Flying into the armes of ugly night,) Suppose you see him brought to Babylon; And that the Sunne (clothed all in fire) hath rid One quarter of his hot celestial way With the bright morning, and that in this instant, He and the Soldan meete, but what they say, Listen you, the talke of Kings none dare bewray.