Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 35 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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Call upon God a mighty, and no Muses, your Muse I warrant is otherwise occupied, there is no dealing with your Muse now, therefore I pray marse, marse, marse, oundes your Moose? We shall have sport to see them; come bright beauties, The Sun stoops low, and whispers in our ears, To hasten on our Mask, let's crown this night, With choice composed wreaths of sweet delight. O Night, that Dies the Firmament in black, And like a cloth of clouds dost stretch thy limbs; Upon the windy Tenters of the Air: O thou that hangest upon the back of Day, Like a long mourning gown: thou that art made Without an eye, because thou shouldst not see A lovers Revels: nor participate The bridegroom's heaven; o heaven, to me a hell: I have a hell in heaven, a blessed curse; All other Bridegrooms long for Night, and tax The Day of lazy sloth; call Time a Cripple, And say the hours limp after him: but I Wish Night for ever banished from the sky, Or that the Day would never sleep: or Time, Were in a swoon; and all his little Hours, Could never lift him up with their poor powers. But backward runs the course of my delight; The day hath turned his back, and it is night: This night will make us odd; day made us even, All else are damned in hell, but I in heaven. Let lose thy oath, so shall we still be even. Then am I damned in hell, and not in heaven. Must I then go 'tis easy to say no, Must is the King himself, and I must go; Shall I then go? that word is thine; I shall, Is thy command: I go because I shall; Will I then go? I ask myself; o ill, King, says I must; you, I shall; ay, I will. Had I not sworn. Why didst thou swear? The King Sat heavy on my resolution, Till (out of breath) it panted out an oath. An oath? why, what's an oath? 'tis but the smoke, Of flame & blood; the blister of the spirit, Which riseth from the Steam of rage, the bubble That shoots up to the tongue, and scalds the voice, (for oaths are burning words) thou swor'st but one, 'tis frozen long ago: if one be numbered, What Countrymen are they? where do they dwell, That speak nought else but oaths? They're men of hell. An oath? why 'tis the traffic of the soul, 'tis law within a man; the seal of faith, The bond of every conscience; unto whom, We set our thoughts like hands: yea, such a one I swore, and to the King: A King contains A thousand thousand; when I swore to him, I swore to them; the very hairs that guard His head, will rise up like sharp witnesses Against my faith and loyalty: his eye Would straight condemn me: argue oaths no more, My oath is high, for to the King I swore.
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Call vpon God a mighty, and no Muses, your Muse I warrant is otherwise occupied, there is no deling with your Muse now, therefore I pray marse, marse, marse, oundes your Moose? We shal haue sport to see them; come bright beauties, The Sunne stoops low, and whispers in our eares, To hasten on our Maske, let's crowne this night, With choise composed wreathes of sweet delight. O Night, that Dyes the Firmament in blacke, And like a cloth of cloudes dost stretch thy limbes; Vpon the windy Tenters of the Ayre: O thou that hang'st vpon the backe of Day, Like a long mourning gowne: thou that art made Without an eye, because thou shouldst not see A Louers Reuels: nor participate The Bride-groomes heauen; ô heauen, to me a hell: I haue a hell in heauen, a blessed cursse; All other Bride-groomes long for Night, and taxe The Day of lazie slouth; call Time a Cripple, And say the houres limpe after him: but I Wish Night for euer banisht from the skie, Or that the Day would neuer sleepe: or Time, Were in a swound; and all his little Houres, Could neuer lift him vp with their poore powers. But backward runnes the course of my delight; The day hath turn'd his backe, and it is night: This nigh will make vs odde; day made vs eeuen, All else are damb'd in hel, but I in heauen. Let loose thy oath▪ so shall we still be eeuen. Then am I damb'd in hell, and not in heauen. Must I then goetis easie to say no, Must is the King himslfe, and I must goe; Shall I then goe? that word is thine; I shall, Is thy commaund: I goe because I shall; Will I then goe? I aske my selfe; ô ill, King, saies I must; you, I shall; I, I will. Had I not sworne. Why didst thou sweare? The King Sat heauy on my resoluion, Till (out of breath) it panted out an oath. An oath? why, what's an oath? tis but the smoake, Of flame & bloud; the blister of the spirit, Which rizeth from the Steame of rage, the bubble That shootes vp to the tongue, and scaldes the voice, (or oathes are burning words) thou wor'st but one, Tis frozen long agoe: if one be numbred, VVhat Countrimen are they? where doe they dwell▪ That speake naught else but oathes? hey're men of hell. An oath? why tis the trafficke of the sule, Tis law within a man; the seale of faith, The bond of euery conscience; vnto whom, VVe set our thoughts like hands: yea, such a one I swore, and to the King: A King containes A thousand thousand; when I swore to him, I swore to them; the very haires that guard His head, will rise vp like sharpe witnesses Againt my faith and loyalty: his eye VVould raight condemne me: argue oathes no more, My oath is high, for to the King I swore.