Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 30 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 T35 Fools, wit and railing · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Turn you into a fools coat; I mean I will go solus, or in solitaries alone; 'ounds youare best give better words, or I'll turn you away indeed; where is Captain Tucky? come Horace; get you home Peter. I'll home to your cost, and I can get into the wine-cellar. Remember where to meet me. Yes I'll meet; Tucca should ha' found I dare meet. Dare defend baldness, which our conquering Muse Has beaten down so flat? Well, we will go, And see what weapons their weak wits do bring; If sharp, we'll spread a large and nobler wing; Tucca, here lies thy Peace: war roars again; My Sword shall never cut thee, but my pen. Thanks good Sir Adam. Welcome red-cheeked Ladies, And welcome comely Widow; Gentlemen, Now that our sorry banquet is put by, From stealing more sweet kisses from your lips Walk in my garden: Ladies let your eyes Shed life into these flowers by their bright beams, Sit, Sit here's a large bower, here all may hear, Now good Crispinus let your praise begin. There, where it left off Baldness. I shall win. No praise, by praising that, which to deprave, All tongues are ready, and which none would have. To prove that best, by strong and armed reason, Whose part reason fears to take, cannot but prove, Your wit's fine temper, and from these win love. I promise you has almost converted me, I pray bring forward your bald reason's M. Poet. Mistress you give my Reasons proper names, For Arguments (like Children) should be like, The subject that begets them; I must strive To crown Bald heads, therefore must baldly thrive; But be it as it can: To what before, Went armed at table, this force bring I more, If a Bare head (being like a deadman's skull) Should bear up no praise else but this, it sets Our end before our eyes; should I despair, From giving Baldness higher place than hair? Nay perdie, hair has the higher place. The goodliest & most glorious strange-built wonder, Which that great Architect hath made, is heaven; For there he keeps his Court, It is his Kingdom, That's his best Masterpiece; yet 'tis the roof, And ceiling of the world: that may be called The head or crown of Earth, and yet that's bald, All creatures in it bald; the lovely Sun, Has a face sleek as gold; the full-cheeked Moon, As bright and smooth as silver: nothing there Wears dangling locks, but sometime blazing Stars, Whose flaming curls set realms on fire with wars. Descend more low; look through man's fivefold sense, Of all, the Eye, bears greatest eminence; And yet that's bald, the hairs that like a lace, Are stitched unto the lids, borrow those forms, Like Penthouses to save the eyes from storms. Right, well said.
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Turne you into a fooles coate; I meane I will go solus, or in solitaries alone; ounds y-are best giue better words, or Ile turne you away indeed; where is Capten Tucky? come Horace; get you home Peter. Ile home to your cost, and I can get into the Wine-Seller. Remember where to meete mee. Yes Ile meete; Tucca should ha found I dare meete. Dare defend baldnes, which our conquering Muse Has beaten downe so flat? Well, we will goe, And see what weapons theyr weake wittes doe bring; If sharpe, we'll spred a large and nobler wing; Tucca, heere lyes thy Peace: warre roares agen; My Swoord shall neuer cutte thee, but my pen. Thankes good Sir Adam. Welcome red-cheekt Ladies, And welcome comely Widdow; Gentlemen, Now that our sorry banquet is put by, From saling more sweet kisses from your lips Walke in my garden: Ladyes let your eyes Shed life into these flowers by their bright beames, Sit▪ Sit here's a large bower, heere all may heare, Now good Crispinus let your praize begin. There, where it left off Baldnes. I shall winne. No praise, by praising that, which to depraue, All tongues are readie▪ and which none would haue. To prooue that best, by strong and armed reason, Whose part reason feares to take, cannot but prooue, Your wit's fine temper, and from these win loue. I promise you has almost conuerted me, I pray bring forward your bald reasons M. Poet. Mistris you giue my Reasons proper names, For Arguments (like Children) should be like, The subiect that begets them; I must striue To crowne Bald heades, therefore must baldlie thriue; But be it as it can: To what before, Went arm'd at table, this force bring I more, If a Bare head (being like a dead-mans scull) Should beare p no praise els but this, it sets Our end before our eyes; should I dispaire, From giuing Baldnes higher place then haire? Nay perdie, haire has the higher place. The goodliest & mot glorious strange-built wonder, Which that great Architect hath made, is heauen; For there he keepes his Court, It is his Kingdome, That's his best Master-piece; yet tis the roofe, And Selng of the world: that may be cal'd The head or crowne of Earth, and yet that's balde, All creatures in it balde; the louely Sunne, Has a face sleeke as gole; the full-cheekt Moone, As brigh and smooth as siluer: nothing there Weares dangling lockes, but sometime blazing Starres, Whose flaing curles se realmes on fire with warres. Descend more low; looke through mans fiue-folde sence, Of all, the Eye, beares greatest eminence; And yet that's balde, the haires that like a lace, Are sticht vnto the , borrow those formes, Like Pent-houses to saue the eyes from stormes. Right▪ well aid.