Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 51 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Monsieur, furnish yourself with what solemnity of ornament you think fit for this third weapon; at which you are to show all the cunning of stroke, your devotion can possibly devise. Let me alone, sir. I'll sufficiently decipher your amorous solemnities. CRITES, have patience. See, if I hit not all their practic observance, with which they lime twigs, to catch their fantastic ladybirds. ay, but you should do more charitably, to do it more openly; that they might discover themselves mocked in these monstrous affections. lackey, where's the tailor? Here, sir. See, they have their tailor, Barber, Perfumer, milliner, jeweller, Feather-maker, all in common! ay, this is pretty. Here is a hair too much, take it off. Where are thy mullets? Is this pink of equal proportion to this cut, standing of this distance from it? That it is, sir. Is it so, sir, you impudent Poltroon? you slave, you list, you shreds, you.— Excellent. This was the best, yet. 'Sfoot, we must use our tailors thus. This is your true magnanimity. Come, go to: put on. we must bear with you, for the Time's sake. Is the perfume rich, in this jerkin? Taste, smell; I assure you sir, pure beniamin, the only spirited scent, that ever awaked a Neapolitan nostril. You would wish yourself all nose, for the love on't. I frotted a jerkin, for a new-revenued gentleman, yielded me threescore crowns, but this morning, and the same titillation. I savour no sampsuchine, in it. I am a Nullifidian, if there be not three thirds of a scruple more of sampsuchinum, in this confection, then ever I put in any. I'll tell you all the ingredients, sir. You shall be simple, to discover your simples. Simple? why sir? what reck I to whom I discover? I have in it, musk, civet, amber, pheenicobalanus, the decoction of turmeric, sesame, nard, spikenard, calamus odoratus, stacte, opobalsamum, amomum, storax, laudanum, aspalathum, opponax, oenanthe. And what of all these now? what are you the better? Tut, it is the sorting, and the dividing, and the mixing, and the tempering, and the searcing, and the decocting, that makes the fumigation, and the suffumigation. Well, endue me with it. I will, sir. An excellent confection. And most worthy a true voluntary. JOVE! what a coil these musk-worms take, to purchase another's delight? for, themselves, who bear the odours, have ever the least sense of them. Yet, I do like better the prodigality of jewels, and clothes, whereof one passeth to a man's heirs; the other, at least wears out time: This presently expires, and without continual riot in reparation is lost: which who so strives to keep, it is one special argument to me, that (affecting to smell better than other men) he doth indeed smell far worse. I know, you will say it sits well, sir. Good faith, if it do not, sir, let your Mistress be judge. By heaven, if my Mistress do not like it, I'll make no more conscience to undo thee, than to undo an oyster.
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Monsieur, furnish your selfe with what solemnitie of ornament you thinke fit for this third weapon; at which you are to shew all the cunning of stroke, your deuotion can possibly deuise. Let me alone, sir. Ile sufficiently decipher your amorous solemnities. CRITES, haue patience. See, if I hit not all their practicke obseruance, with which they lime twigs, to catch their phantasticke ladiebirds. I, but you should doe more charitably, to doe it more openly; that they might discouer themselues mockt in these monstrous affections. Lacquay, where's the taylor? Heere, sir. See, they haue their Taylor, Barber, Perfumer, Millaner, Ieweller, Feather-maker, all in common! I, this is prettie. Here is a haire too much, take it off. Where are thy mullets? Is this pinke of equall proportion to this cut, standing of this distance from it? That it is, sir. Is it so, sir, you impudent Poultroun? you slaue, you list, you shreds, you.— Excellent. This was the best, yet. S'foot, we must vse our taylors thus. This is your true magnanimitie. Come, goe to: put on. Wee must beare with you, for the times sake. Is the perfume rich, in this jerkin? Taste, smell; I assure you sir, pure beniamin, the onely spirited sent, that euer awak'd a neapolitane nostrill. You would wish your selfe all nose, for the loue ot. I frotted a jerkin, for a new-reuenu'd gentleman, yeelded me threescore crownes, but this morning, and the same titillation. I sauour no sampsuchine, in it. I am a nulli-fidian, if there be not three thirds of a scruple more of sampuchinum, in this confection, then euer I put in any. Ile tell you all the ingredients, sir. You shall be simple, to discouer your simples. Simple? why sir? what recke I to whom I discouer? I haue in it, muske, ciuet, amber, pheenicobalanus, the decoction of turmericke, sesama, nard, spikenard, calamus odoratus, stacte, opobalsamum, amomum, storax, lad num, aspalathum, opponax, oenanthe. And what of all these now? what are you the better? Tut, it is the sorting, and the diuiding, and the mixing, and the tempring, and the earcing, and the decocting, that makes the fumigation, and the uffumigation. Well, indue me with it. I will, sir. An excellent confection. And most worthie a true voluptarie. IOVE! what a coyle these mukse-wormes take, to purchase anothers delight? for, themselues, who beare the odours, haue euer the least sence of them. Yet, I doe like better the prodigalitie of jewels, and clothes, whereof one passeth to a mans heires; the other, at least weares out time: This presently expires, and without continuall riot in reparation is lost: which who so striues to keep, it is one speciall argument to me, that (affecting to smell better then other men) he doth indeed smell farre worse. I know, you will say it sits well, sir. Good faith, if it doe not, sir, let your Mistris be judge. By heauen, if my Mistris doe not like it, I'le make no more conscience to vndoe thee, then to vndoe an oyster.