Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 8 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
If you swear, dam me Faninus, or Crispinus, Or to the law (Our kingdoms golden chain) To Poets dam me, or to player's dam me, If I brand you, or you, tax you, scourge you: I wonder then, that of five hundred, four hundred five, Should all point with their fingers in one instant At one and the same man? Dear Faninus. Come, you cannot excuse it. Hear me, I can— You must daub on thick colours then to hide it. We come like your Physicians, to purge Your sick and dangerous mind of her disease. In troth we do, out of our loves we come, And not revenge, but if you strike us still, We must defend our reputations: Our pens shall like our swords be always sheathed, Unless too much provoked, Horace if than They draw blood of you, blame us not, we are men: Come, let thy Muse bear up a smother sail, 'tis the easiest and the basest Art to rail, Deliver me your hands, I love you both, As dear as my own soul, prove me, and when I shall traduce you, make me the scorn of men. Enough, we are friends. What reads Asinius? By my troth here's an excellent comfortable book, it's most sweet reading in it. Why, what does it smell of Bubo? Mass it smells of Rose-leaves a little too. Then it must needs be a sweet book, he would fain perfume his ignorance. I warrant he had wit in him that penned it. 'tis good yet a fool will confess truth. The whoreson made me meet with a hard style in two or three places as I went over him. I believe thee, for they had need to be very low & easy styles of wit that thy brains go over. where's this gallant? Morrow Gentlemen: what's, this device done yet Horace? God's so, what mean you to let this fellow dog you into my Chamber? Oh, our honest Captain, come, prithee let us see. Why you bastards of nine whores, the Muses, why do you walk here in this gorgeous gallery of gallant inventions, with that whoreson poor lime & hair-rascal? why— O peace good Tucca, we are all sworn friends, Sworn, that Iudas yonder that walks in Rug, will dub you Knights ath post, if you serve under his band of oaths, the copper fact rascal will for a good supper out swear twelve dozen of grand juries. A pox on't, not done yet, and been about it three days? By Iesu within this hour, save you Captain Tucca. Damn thee, thou thin bearded Hermaphrodite, dam thee, I'll save myself for one I warrant thee, is this thy Tub Diogenes? Yes Captain this is my poor lodging. Morrow Captain Tucca, will you whiff this morning?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If you sweare, dam me Faninus, or Crispinus, Or to the law (Our kingdomes golden chaine) To Poets dam me, or to Players dam me, If I brand you, or you, tax you, scourge you: I wonder then, that of fiue hundred, foure hundred fiue, Should all point with their fingers in one instant At one and the same man? Deare Faninus. Come, you cannot excuse it. Heare me, I can— You must dabe on thicke collours then to hide it. We come like your Phisitions, to purge Your sicke and daungerous minde of her disease. In troth we doe, ot of our loues we come, And not reuenge, but if you strike vs still, We must defend our reputations: Our pens shall like our swords be alwayes sheath'd, Vnlesse too much prou, i then They draw bloud of you, blame vs not, we are men: Come, let thy Muse beare vp a smoother sayle, Tis the easiest and the basest Arte to raile, Deliuer me your hands, I loue you both, As deare as my owne soule, prooue me, and when I shall traduce you, make me the scorne of men. Enough, we are friends. What reads Asinius? By my troth heer's an excellent comfortable booke, it's most sweet reading in it. Why, what does it smell of Bubo? Mas it smels of Rose-leaues a little too. Then it must needs be a sweet booke, he would faine perfume his ignorance. I warrant he had wit in him that pen'd it. Tis good yet a foole will confesse truth. The whoorson made me meete with a hard stile in two or three places as I went ouer him. I beleeue thee, for they had need to be very lowe & easie Stiles of wit that thy braines goe ouer. Wher's this gallant? Morrow Gentlemen: what's, this deuise yet Horace? Gods so, what meane you to let this fellow dog you into my Chamber? Oh, our honest Captayne, come, prethee let vs see. Why you bastards of nine whoores, the Muses, why doe you walk heere in this gorgeous galey of gallant inuentions, with that whooreson poore lyme & hayre-rascall? why— O peace good Tucca, we are all sworne friends, Sworne, that Iudas yonder that walkes in Rug, will dub you Knights ath poste, if you serue vnder his band of oaths, the copper fact rascal wil for a good supper out sweare twelue dozen of graund Iuryes. A pox ont, not done yet, and bin about it three dayes? By Iesu within this houre, saue you Captayne Tucca. Dam thee, thou thin bearded Hermaphrodite, dam thee, Ile saue my selfe for one I warrant thee, is this thy Tub Diogines? Yes Captaine this is my poore lodging. Morrow Captaine Tucca, will you whiffe this morning?