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 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
O, retransform me to a glorious shape, And I will learn how I may love to hate her. I cannot retransform thee, woo this woman. This woman? wretched is my state, when I, To find out wisdom, to a fool must fly. Fool, clear thine eyes, this is bright Arete, This is poor Virtue, care not how the world Doth crown her head, the world laughs her to scorn, Yet Sibi sapit, Virtue knows her worth. Run after her, she'll give thee these and these Crowns and Bay-garlands: (honours victories:) Serve her, and she will fetch thee pay from heaven, Or give thee some bright office in the stars. Immortal Arete, Virtue divine, O smile on me, and I will still be thine. Smile thou on me, and I will still be thine: Though I am jealous of thy Apostasy, I'll entertain thee: here, come taste this tree, Here's Physic for thy sick deformity. 'tis bitter: this fruit I shall ne'er digest. Try once again, the bitterness soon dies. Mines sweet, taste mine. But being down 'tis sour, And mine being down has a delicious taste. The path that leads to virtues court is narrow, Thorny and up a hill, a bitter journey But being gone through, you find all heavenly sweets, The entrance is all flinty, but at th'end, To towers of pearl and crystal you ascend. O delicate, O sweet Ambrosian relish, And see, my ugliness drops from my brows, Thanks beauteous Arete: O had I now My Hat and purse again, how I would shine, And gild my soul with none but thoughts divine. That shall be tried, take fruit from both these trees, By help of them, win both thy purse and Hat, I will instruct thee how, for on my wings To England shalt thou ride; thy virtuous brother Is (with that Shadow who attends on thee,) In London, there i'll set thee presently. But if thou lose our favours once again, To taste her sweets, those sweets must prove thy bane. Vice, who shall now be crowned with victory? She that triumphs at last, and that must I. Lincoln, how settest thou her at liberty? No other prison held her but your court, There (in her chamber) hath she hid herself These two days, only to shake off that fear, Which her late violent rapture cast upon her. Where hath the beauteous Agrippina been? In heaven or hell, in or without the world, I know not which, for as I oft have seen (When angry Thamesis hath curled her locks,) A whirlwind come, and from her frizzled brows, Snatch up a handful of those sweaty pearls, That stood upon her forehead, which awhile, Being by the boisterous wind hung in the air, At length hath flung them down and raised a storm. even with such fury was I wherried up, And by such force held prisoner in the clouds, And thrown by such a tempest down again.
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O, re-transforme me to a glorious shape, And I will learne how I may loue to hate her. I cannot re-transforme thée, wooe this woman. This woman? wretched is my state, when I, To find out wisedome, to a foole must flie. Foole, cléere thine eyes, this is bright Arete, This is poore Uertue, care not how the world Doth crowne her head, the world laughes her to scorne, Yet Sibi sapit, Uertue knowes her worth. Runne after her, shéele giue thée these and these Crownes and Bay-garlands: (honours victories:) Serue her, and shée will fetch thée pay from heauen, Or giue thée some bright office in the starres. Immortall Arete, Uertue diuine, O smile on me, and I will still be thine. Smile thou on me, and I will still be thine: Though I am iealous of thy Apostasie, Ile entertaine thée: here, come tast this trée, Here's Phisicke for thy sicke deformitie. Tis bitter: this fruit I shall ne're disgest. Trie once againe, the bitternes soone dies. Mines swéete, tast mine. But being downe tis sowre, And mine being downe has a delicious taste. The path that leades to Uertues court is narrow, Thornie and vp a hill, a bitter iorney But being gon through, you find all heau'nly swéetes, The entrance is all flintie, but at th'end, To towres of pearle and christall you ascend. O delicate, O sweete Ambrosian rellish, And sée, my vglinesse drops from my browes, Thankes beautious Arete: O had I now My Hat and purse againe, how I would shine, And gild my soule with none but thoughts diuine. That shall be tride, take fruit from both these trées, By helpe of them, winne both thy purse and Hat, I will instruct thée how, for on my wings To England shalt thou ride; thy vertuous brother Is (with that Shadow who attends on thée,) In London, there ile set thée presently. But if thou lose our fauours once againe, To taste her swéetes, those swéetes must prooue thy bane. Uice, who shall now be crownd with victorie? Shée that triumphes at last, and that must I. Lincolne, how set'st thou her at libertie? No other prison held her but your court, There (in her chamber) hath shée hid her selfe These two daies, onely to shake off that feare, Which her late violent rapture cast vpon her. Where hath the beautious Agripyna béen? In heauen or hel, in or without the world, I know not which, for as I oft haue seene (When angrie Thamesis hath curld her lockes,) A whirle-wind come, and from her frizeld browes, Snatch vp a handful of those sweatie pearles, That stoode vpon her forhead, which awhile, Being by the boystrous wind hung in the ayre, At length hath flung them downe and raizd a storme. Euen with such furie was I wherryed vp, And by such force held prisoner in the cloudes, And throwne by such a tempest downe againe.