Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 12 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) T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.66 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I muse why sir Adam Prickshaft flies so far from us. I am in a brown study, my dear, if love should be turned into a beast, what beast he were fit to be turned into. I think Sir Adam an Ass, because of his bearing. I think (saving your reverence) Sir Adam a puppy, for a dog is the most loving creature to a christian that is, unless it be a child. No, I think if love should be turned away, and go to serve any beast, it must be an Ape, and my reason— Sir Adam, an Ape? there's no more reason in an Ape, than in a very plain Monkey; for an Ape has no tail, but we all know, or 'tis our duty to know, love has two tails; In my sudsment, if love be a beast, that beast is a bounce of Reddis; for a bounce of Reddis is wise meat without Mutton, and so is love. there's the yawning Captain (saving your reverence that has such a sore mouth) would one day needs persuade me, that love was a Rebato; and his reason was (saving your reverence) that a Rebato was worn out with pinning too often; and so he said love was. And Master Captain Tucca said wisely too, love is a Rebato indeed: a Rebato must be poked; now many women wear Rebates, and many that wear Rebates— Must be poked. Sir Adam Prickshaft has hit the clout The Music speaks to us, we'll have a dance before dinner. The King's at hand. Father the King's at hand. Music talk louder, that thy silver voice, May reach my sovereign's ears. I pray do so, Musicians bestir your singers, that you may have us all by His Grace comes, a Hall varlets, where be my men? blow, blow your cold Trumpets till they sweat; tickle them till they sound again. Best go meet his Grace. Agreed. Pray all stand bare, as well men as women: Sir Adam is best you hide your head for fear your wise brains take key-cold: on afore Sir Kintilian; Sentlemen fall in before the Ladies, in seemly order and fashion; so this is comely. Nay if your pleasures shrink at sight of us, We shall repent this labour, Mistress Bride You that for speaking but one word today, Must lose your head at night; you that do stand Taking your last leave of virginity; You that being well begun, must not be Maid: Win you the Ladies, I the men will woo, ourself will lead my blushing Bride with you. God bless your Majesty, and send you to be along King William Rufus over us, when he sees his times & pleasures. we thank you good Sir Vaughan, we will take your meaning not your words. Loud Music there.
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I muse why sir Adam Prickshaft flyes so farre from vs. I am in a browne study, my deare, if loue should bee turned into a beast, what beast hee were fit to bee turned into. I thinke Sir Adam an Asse, because of his bearing. I thinke (sauing your reuerence) Sir Adam a puppy, for a dog is the most louing creature to a christian that is, vnles it be a childe. No, I thinke if loue should bee turn'd away, and goe to serue any beast, it must bee an Ape, and my reason— Sir Adam, an Ape? ther's no more reason in an Ape, than in a very plaine Monkey; for an Ape has no tayle, but we all know, or tis our duty to know, loue has two tailes; In my sudsment, if loue be a beast, that beast is a bunce of Reddis; for a bunce of Reddis is wise meate without Mutton, and so is loue. Ther's the yawning Captaine (sauing your reuerence that has such a sore mouth) would one day needes perswade me, that loue was a Rebato; and his reason was (sauing your reuerence) that a Rebato was worne out with pinning too often; and so he said loue was. And Master Captaine Tucca sayd wisely too, loue is a Rebato indeede: a Rebato must be poaked; now many women weare Rebatoes, and many that weare Rebatoes— Must be poakt. Sir Adam Prickshaft has hit the cloute The Musicke speakes to vs, we'll haue a daunce before dinner. The King's at hand. Father the King's at hand. Musicke talke lowder, that thy siluer voice, May reach my Soueraignes eares. I pray doe so, Musitions bestir your singers, that you may haue vs His Grace comes, a Hall , where be my men? blow, blow your colde they sweate; tickle them till they sound agen. Bet goe meete his Grace. Agreed. Pray all stand bare, as well men as women: Sir Adam is best you hide your head for feare your wise braines take key-colde: on afore Sir Kintilian; Sentlemen fall in before he Ladyes, in seemely order and fashion; so this is comeye. Nay if your pleasures shrinke at sight of vs, We shall repent this labour, Mistris Bride You that for speaking but one word to day▪ Must loose your head at night; you that doe stand Taking your last leaue of virginity; You that being well begun, must not be Maide: Winne you the Ladies, sthe men will wooe, Our selfe will leade my blushing Bride with you. God blesse your Maiesty, and send you to be along King William Rufus ouer vs, when he sees his times & pleasures. Wee thanke you good Sir Vaughan, wee will take your meaning not your words. Lowde Musicke there.