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 T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
If your wits be not planet strucken, if your brains lie in their right place, you are well enough; for your body is little mended by you fetching fegaries. methinks, father, you look as you did, only your face is more withered. That's not my fault, age is like love, it cannot be hid. Or like Gunpowder afire, or like a fool, or like a young no vice new come to his lands; for all these will show of what house they come: now sir, you may amplify. Shadow, turn thy tongue to a shadow, be silent: Boys be proud, your Father hath the whole world in this compass, I am all felicity, up to the brims. In a minute am I come from Babylon, I have been this half hour in Famagosta. How? in a minute, father? Ha, ha, I see travelers must lie. 'tis their destiny: the Fates do so conspire. I have cut through the air like a Falcon; I would have it seem strange to you. So it does, Sir. But 'tis true: I would not have you believe it neither No more we do not, Sir. But 'tis miraculous & true: desire to see you, brought me to Cyprus; i'll leave you more Gold, and go visit more Countries. Leave us gold enough, and we'll make all Countries come visit us. The frosty hand of age now nips your blood, And strews her snowy flowers upon your head, And give you warning that within few years, Death needs must marry you: those short lines minutes, That dribble out your life, must needs be spent, In peace not travel: rest in Cyprus then. Could you survey ten worlds, yet you must die; And bitter is the sweet that's reaped thereby. Faith father, what pleasure have you met by walking your stations? What pleasure, boy? I have revelled with kings, danced with Queens, dallied with Ladies, worn strange attires, seen fantasticoes, conversed with humorists, been ravished with divine raptures of Doric, Lydian and Phrygian harmonies, I have spent the day in triumphs, and the night in banqueting. Oh rare: this was heavenly. methinks 'twas horrible. He that would not be an Arabian Phoenix to burn in these sweet fires, let him live like an Owl for the world to wonder at. Why, brother, are not all these vanities: Vanities? Ampedo, thy soul is made of lead, too dull, too ponderous to mount up to the incomprehensible glory, that travel lifts men to. My old master's soul is Cork and feathers, and being so light doth easily mount up. Sweeten mine ears, good father, with some more. When in the warmth of mine own countries arms We yawned like sluggards, when this small Horizon Imprisoned up my body, than mine eyes Worshipped these clouds as brightest; but, my boys, The glistering beams which do abroad appear, (In other heavens) fire is not half so clear.
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If your wits be not planet strucken, if your braines lie in their right place, you are well inough; for your body is little mended by you fetching fegaries. Mee thinkes, father, you looke as you did, onely your face is more withered. Thats not my fault, age is like loue, it cannot be hid. Or like Gun-powder a fire, or like a foole, or like a young no uice new come to his lands; for all these will shew of what hause they come: now sir, you may amplifie. Shaddow, turne thy tongue to a shaddow, be silent: Boyes be proud, your Father hath the whole world in this compasse, I am all felicitie, vp to the brummes. In a minute am I come from Babylon, I haue béene this halfe howre in Famagosta. How? in a minute, father? Ha, ha, I sée trauellers must lie. Tis their destinie: the Fates doe so conspire. I haue cut through the ayre like a Falcon; I would haue it séeme straunge to you. So it does, Sir. But tis true: I would not haue you belieue it neither No more we doe not, Sir. But tis miraculous & true: desire to sée you, brought me to Cyprus; ile leaue you more Gold, and goe visite more Countries. Leaue vs gold inough, and wéele make all Countries come visit vs. The frostie hand of age now nips your bloud, And strowes her snowle flowers vpon your head, And giue you warning that within few yeeres, Death néedes must marrie you: those short lines minutes, That dribble out your life, must néedes be spent, In peace not trauell: rest in Cyprus then. Could you suruaie ten worlds, yet you must die; And bitter is the swéete thats reapt thereby. Faith father, what pleasure haue you met by walking your stations? What pleasure, boy? I haue reueld with kings, daunc'd with Quéenes, dallied with Ladies, worne straunge attires, séene fantastics, conuerst with humorists, béene rauisht with diuine raptures of Dorick, Lidian and Phrigian harmonies, I haue spent the day in triumphes, and the night in banquesting. Oh rare: this was heauenly. Me thinkes t'was horrible. He that would not be an Arabian Phenix to burne in these swéete fires, let him liue like an Owle for the world to wonder at. Why, brother, are not all these vanities: Uanities? Ampedo, thy soule is made of lead, too dull, too ponderous to mount vp to the incomprehensible glorie, that trauell lifts men to. My olde masters soule is Corke and feathers, and being so light doth easily mount vp. Swéeten mine eares, good father, with some more. When in the warmth of mine owne countries armes We yawn'd like sluggards, when this small Horizon Imprison'd vp my body, then mine eyes Worshipt these clouds as brightest; but, my boyes, The glistring beames which doe abroad appeare, (In other heauens) fire is not halfe so cleare.