Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 488 words
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In despite of sway-bellies, gluttons, & sweet mouthed Epicures, I'll have thee maintain a Paradox in commendations of hunger. I shall never have the stomach to do't. Seest thou this Crusado? do it, & turn this into a feast Covetousness and lechery are two devils, they'll tempt a man to wade through deep matters: I'll do't though good cheer conspire my death, for speaking treason against her. Fall to it then with a full mouth. Oh famine, inspire me with thy miserable reasons. I begin, master. O miserable invocation. Silence. There's no man but loves one oh l these three-beasts, a Horse, a Hound, or a Whore; the Horse by his goodwill, has his head ever in the manger; the Whore with your ill will has her hand ever in your purse; and a hungry Dog eats dirty puddings. This is profound, forward: the conclusion of this now. The conclusion is plain: For since all men love one of these three monsters, being such terrible eaters, therefore all men love hunger. A very lean argument. I can make it no fatter. Proceed, good Shadow; this fats me. Hunger is made of Gunpowder. Give fire to that opinion. Stand by, lest it blow you up: hunger is made of Gunpowder, or Gunpowder of hunger; for they both eat through stone walls; hunger is a grindstone, it sharpens wit, hunger is fuller of love then Cupid, for it makes a man eat himself; hunger was the first that ever opened a cook's shop; Cooks the first that ever made sauce; sauce being liquorish, licks up good meat; good meat preserves life: Hunger therefore preserves life. By my consent thou shouldst still live by hunger. Not so, hunger makes no man mortal: hunger is an excellent Physician: for he dares kill anybody: hunger is one of the seven liberal sciences. O learned? Which of the seven? Music, for she'll make a man leap at a crust: but, as few care for her six sisters, so none love to dance after her pipe: Hunger, master, is hungry and covetous, therefore the Crusado. But hast thou no sharper reasons than this? Yes one: the dagger in Cyprus had never stabbed out such six penny pipes, but for hunger. Why, you dolt, these pies are but in their minority. My belly and my purse have been twenty times at daggers drawing, with parting the little urchins. Peace, Idiot, peace, my Father is returned. Touch me not, boys, I am nothing but air, let none speak to me, till you have marked me well. Now speak your mind. Villain, why hast thou chalked my Father's back? Only to mark him, & to try what colour air is of. Regard him not, Ampedo: Andelocia, Shadow: view me, am I as you are, or am I transformed? I thought travel would turn my father, mad man or fool. How should you be transformed I see no change.
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In despite of sway-bellies, gluttons, & swéet mouth'd Epicures, Ile haue thée maintaine a Paradox in commendations of hunger. I shall neuer haue the stomacke to doo't. Séest thou this Crusadd? do it, & turne this into a feast Couetousnesse and lecherie are two diuels, they'le tempt a man to wade through déepe matters: Ile doo't though good cheare cōspire my death, for speaking treason against her. Fall to it then with a full mouth. Oh famine, inspire me with thy miserable reasons. I begin, master. O miserable inuocation. Silence. Theres no man but loues one o l these thrée-beastes, a Horse, a Hound, or a Whore; the Horse by his goodwill, has his head euer in the maunger; the Whore with your ill will has her hand euer in your purse; and a hungrie Dogge eates durtie puddings. This is profound, forward: the conclusion of this now. The conclusion is plaine: For since all men loue one of these thrée monsters, being such terrible eaters, therefore all men loue hunger. A very leane argument. I can make it no fatter. Procéede, good Shaddow; this fats me. Hunger is made of Gun-powder. Giue fire to that opinion. Stand by, lest it blow you vp: hunger is made of Gun-powder, or Gun-powder of hunger; for they both eate through stone walles; hunger is a grindstone, it sharpens wit, hunger is fuller of loue then Cupid, for it makes a man eate himselfe; hunger was the first that euer open'd a Cookes shop; Cookes the first that euer made sawce; sawce being lickerish, lickes vp good meate; good meate preserues life: Hunger therefore preserues life. By my consent thou shouldst still liue by hunger. Not so, hunger makes no man mortall: hunger is an excellent Physition: for hee dares kill any body: hunger is one of the seuen liberall sciences. O learned? Which of the seuen? Musicke, for shéele make a man leape at a crust: but, as few care for her sixe sisters, so none loue to daunce after her pipe: Hunger, master, is hungrie and couetous, therefore the Crusado. But hast thou no sharper reasons then this? Yes one: the dagger in Cyprus had neuer stabd out such sixe penie pipes, but for hunger. Why, you dolt, these pies are but in their minority. My belly and my purse haue beene twentie times at daggers drawing, with parting the little vrchins. Peace, Idiot, peace, my Father is return'd. Touch mee not, boyes, I am nothing but ayre, let none speake to me, till you haue markt me well. Now speake your mind. Uillaine, why hast thou chalkt my Fathers backe? Onely to marke him, & to trie what colour aire is of. Regard him not, Ampedo: Andelocia, Shaddowe: view me, am I as you are, or am I transform'd? I thought trauel would turne my father, mad man or foole. How should you be transform'd I see no chaunge.