When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 32 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 538 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Omne Animal est, aut homo, aut bestia: And thus 'tis proved my Lord, Omne Animal, est rationalis, vel irrationalis, homo est rationalis, Bestia irrationalis, Ergo omne Animal homo est, vel Bestis: 'mongst all the creatures in this Universe, Or on the earth, or flying in the air, Man only reason hath, others only sense, So what is only sensual, in not man, but beast: For man both sense and reason hath: So every creature, having one of these, is sure or man, or best: and though all beasts are not four-footed. That's certain a louse has six. I beseech your Grace. A way William. Not a word more as I am William. For many beasts have wings serving in stead of feet, and some have horns, of which we thus esteem, Animal cornutum non habet dentes supremas, No horned beast hath teeth above the roof. That's a lie, a Cuckold has. Thrust the Fool out of the presence there. Well, Cedant arma toge, The scholars shall have the fools place. Well Cranmer, you have made me able to prove a man no beast, if he prove not himself so, we'll now leave this: And now resolve me for Divinity, Cranmer I love ye, and I love your Learning, speak and we'll hear ye: God give ye truth that you may give it me, This Land ye know stands wavering in her Faith, Betwixt the Papists and the Protestants, You know we all must die, and this flesh Part, with her part of immortality, Tutor, I do believe both Heaven and Hell: Do you know any third place for the soul's abode Called Purgatory, as some would have me think, For from my Sister Marie and her Tutors, I have oft received Letters to that purpose: I love ye Cranmer, and shall believe whate'er ye speak, Therefore I charge ye tell the truth. How thinks your Grace, is there a place of Purgatory or no? P. Truly I think none, yet must I urge to you what's laid To me, this world you know hath been five Thousand years Still increasing, still decreasing, still replenished, How long it will be, none knows but he that made it, We all do call our selves Gods children, yet sure some are not, But think ye Tutor that the compass of that heaven & hell, Is able to contain those souls so numberless, That ever breathed since the first breath was given, Without a Tertium, or a third place. Who puts these doubts within your Graceshead Are like their own belief, slight, and unregarded, And is as easily answered and confuted: Quod est infinitum, non habet finem, Calum est opus Dei, opus Dei est infinitum: Ergo Calum, est infinitum. That which is infinite hath no end at all, For that eternity, that everlasting essence, That did concord heaven, earth, and hell to be Is of himself all infinite, that heaven and hell are so, His power, his works, and words do witness it, For what is infinite, hath in it sell no-end, Then must the heavens which is his glorious seat, Be incomprehensible containing him, Then what should need a third place to contain, A world of Infinites so vast and main.
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Omne Animal est, aut homo, aut bestia: And thus tis prooued my Lord, Omne Animal, est rationalis, vel irrationalis, homo est rationalis, Bestia irrationalis, Ergo omne Animal homo est, vel Bestis: Mongst all the creatures in this Vniuerse, Or on the earth, or flying in the ayre, Man onely reason hath, others onely sence, So what is onely sensuall, in not man, but beast: For man both sence and reason hath: So euerie creature, hauing one of these, is sure or man, or best: and though all beasts are not foure-footed. Thats certaine a louse has sixe. I beseech your Grace. A way William. Not a word more as I am William. For many beasts haue winges seruing in stead of feet, and some haue horn's, of which we thus esteeme, Animal cornutum non habet dentes supremas, No horned beast hath teeth aboue the roofe. Thats a lye, a Cuckold has. Thrust the Foole out of the presence there. Well, Cedant arma toge, The schollers shall haue the fooles place. Well Cranmar, you haue made me able to prooue a man no beast, if he prooue not himselfe so, wele now leaue this: And now resolue me for Diuinitic, Cranmar I loue ye, and I loue your Learning, speake and wele heare ye: God giue ye truth that you may giue it me, This Land ye know stands wauering in her Faith, Betwixt the Papists and the Protestants, You know we all must die, and this flesh Part, with her part of immortalitie, Tutor, I doe beleeue both Heauen and Hell: Doe you know any third place for the soules abode Cald'd Purgatorie, as some would haue me thinke, For from my Sister Marie and her Tutors, I haue oft receiued Letters to that purpose: I loue ye Cranmar, and shall beleeue what ere ye speake, Therefore I charge ye tell the truth. How thinkes your Grace, is there a place of Purgatorie or no? P. Truly I think none, yet must I vrge to you whats layd To me, this world you know hath ben fiue Thousand yeres Still encreasing, still decreasing, still replenih't, How long it will be, none know's but he that made it, We al do cal our selus Gods children, yet sure some are not, But think ye Tutor that the compasle of that heauen & hell, Is able to containe those soules so numberlesse, That euer breathed since the first breath was giuen, Wthout a Tertium, or a third place. Who puts these doubts within your Graceshead Are like their owne beleefe, slite, and vnregarded, And is as easily answered and confuted: Quod est infitum, non habet finem, Calum est opus Dei, opus Dei est infinitum: Ego Calum, est infinitum. That which is infinite hath no end at all, For that eterniti, that euerlasting essence, That did concord heauen, earth, and hell to be Is of himselfe all infinite, that heauen and hell are so, His power, his workes, and wordes doe witnesse it, For what is infinite, hath in it selle no-end, Then must the heauens which is his glorious seat, Be incomprehensible contayning him, Then what should neede a third place to containe, A world of Infinites so vast and mayne.