The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 36 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
You gentle Shepherds and inhabitors Of these remote, and solitary parts Of mountainous Arcadiae, shut up here Within these Rocks, those unfrequented Cliffs, The walls and Bulwarks of our liberty, From out the noise of tumult, and the throng Of sweating toil, rattling concurrency, And have continued still the same and one In all successions from antiquity, Whilst all the states on earth besides have made A thousand revolutions, and have rolled From change to change, and never yet found rest, Nor ever bettered their estates by change. You, I invoke this day in general, To do a work that now concerns us all: lest that we leave not to posterity, Th' Arcadia that we found continued thus By our forefathers care who left it us. For none of you I know, whose judgement's grave Can aught discern, but sees how much we are Transformed of late, and changed from what we were; And what distempers daily do arise Amongst our people, never felt before, At which I know you marvel, as indeed You well may marvel, whence they should proceed: And so did good Ergastus here, and I, Until we set ourselves more warily To search it out, which by good hap we have, And found the Authors of this wickedness. Which Devils attired here in the shape of men, We have produced before you, to the end You may take speedy order to suppress Our growing follies, and their impiousness. Indeed these odious wretches which you see, Are they who have brought in upon our rest, These new and unknown mischiefs of debate, Of wanton pride, of scandalous reports, Of vile deluding chaste and honest loves, Of undeserved suspicious desperate griefs, And all the sadness we have seen of late. And first this man, this Lincus here you see, Montanus you, and you Acrysius know, With what deceit, and with what cunning art, He entertained your strifes, abused you both, By first persuading you that you had right In your demands, and then the right was yours, And would have made as many rights, as men Had means, or power, or will to purchase them; Could he have once attained to his desires. We do confess our error, that we were Too easily persuaded by his craft, To wrangle for imagined titles, which We here renounce, and quit for evermore, And we desire the memory thereof May die with us, that it be never known Our feeble age hath such example shown. And now this other strange impostor here, This Alcon, who like Lincus hath put on, The habit too of empty gravity, To catch opinion, and conceit withal, Comes here to set us all at variance too, With nature, as this other with ourselves, And would confound her, working with his art, And labours how to make our minds first sick, Before our bodies, and persuade our health It is not well, that he may have thereby Both it and sickness ever under cure. And foreign drugs brings to distempers here And make us like the wanton world abroad.
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You gentle Shepheards and inhabitors Of these remote, and solitarie parts Of Montaynous Arcadiae, shut vp here Within these Rockes, those vnfrequented Clifts, The walles and Bulwarkes of our libertie, From out the noise of tumult, and the throng Of sweating toyle, ratling concurrencie, And haue continued still the same and one In all successions from antiquitie, Whilst all the states on earth besides haue made A thousand reuolutions, and haue rowld From change to change, and neuer yet found rest, Nor euer bettered their estates by change. You, I inuoke this day in generall, To doe a worke that now concernes vs all: Least that we leaue not to posteritie, Th' Arcadia that we found continued thus By our forefathers care who leaft it vs. For none of you I know, whose iudgment's graue Can ought discerne, but sees how much we are Transformd of late, and changd from vvhat we were; And what distempers dayly doe arise Amongst our people, neuer felt before, At which I know you meruaile, as indeed You well may meruaile, whence they should proceed: And so did good Ergastus here, and I, Vntill we set our selues more warily To search it out, which by good hap we haue, And found the Authors of this wickednesse. Which Diuels attyr'd here in the shape of men, We haue produc'd before you, to the end You may take speedy order to suppresse Our growing follies, and their impiousnesse. Indeed these odious wretches which you see, Are they who haue brought in vpon our rest, These new and vnknowne mischiefes of debate, Of wanton pride, of scandalous reportes, Of vile deluding chaste and honest loues, Of vndeseru'd suspitious desperate griefes, And all the sadnesse we haue seene of late. And first this man, this Lincus here you see, Montanus you, and you Acrysius know, With what deceipt, and with what cunning arte, He intertaind your strifes, abusd you both, By first perswading you that you had right In your demandes, and then the right was yours, And would haue made as many rightes, as men Had mnes, or power, or will to purchase them; Could he haue once attain'd to his desires. We doe confesse our errour, that we were Too easily perswaded by his craft, To wrangle for imagin'd titles, which We here renounce, and quit for euermore, And we desire the memory thereof May dye with vs, that it be neuer knowne Our feeble age hath such example showne. And now this other strange impostour here, This Alcon, who like Lincus hath put on, The habite too of emptie grauitie, To catch opinion, and conceipt withall, Comes here to set vs all at variance too, With nature, as this other with our selues, And would confound her, working with his arte, And labours how to make our minds first sick, Before our bodies, and perswade our health It is not well, that he may haue thereby Both it and sicknesse euer vnder cure. And forraine druggs bringes to distemper's here And make vs like the wanton world abroad.