Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
just in the devils mouth, thou shalt have place, Fawns thou shalt, behold this generous Nymphadoro a gallant of a clean boot, straight back, and beard of a most hopeful expectation, he is a servant of fair Dulcimel's her very creature borne to the PRINCE's sole adoration, a man so spent in time to her, that piety (if no more of grace) must follow him when we have gained the room, second his suit Hercules. I'll be your intelligencer. Our very heart, and if need be work to most desperate ends. Well urged. Words fit acquaintance, but full actions friends. Thou shalt not want Fawnus. You promise well. Be thou but firm, that old doting iniquity of age, that only eyed lecherous Duke thy Lord shall be baffled to extremest derision, his son prove his fool father's own issue. And we, and thou with us blessed and enriched past all misery of possible contempt, and above the hopes of greatest conjectures. Nay as for wealth vilia miretur vulgus. I know by his physiognomy, for wealth he is of my addiction, & bids a fico for't. Why thou art but a younger brother, but poor Baldazozo. Faith to speak truth, my means are written in the book of fare, as yet unknown, and yet I am at my fool, and my hunting gelding, come, Viah, to this feastful entertainment. I never knew till now, how old I was, By him by whom we are, I think a Prince Whose tender sufferance never felt a gust Of boulder breathings, but still lived gently fanned With the soft gales of his own flatterers lips Shall never know his own complexion. Dear sleep and lust I thank you, but for you, Mortal till now, I scarce had known myself Thou grateful poison, sleek mischief Flattery Thou dreamful slumber (that doth fall on kings As soft and soon as their first holy oil,) Be thou for ever damned, I now repent Severe indictions to some sharp styles, Freeness, so't grow not to licentiousness Is grateful to just states. Most spotless kingdom, And men oh happy borne under good stars. Where what is honest, you may freely think, Speak what you think, and write what you do speak, Not bound to servile soothings. But since our rank Hath ever been afflicted with these flies (That blow corruption on the sweetest virtues) I will revenge us all upon you all With the same stratagem, we still are caught, Flattery itself, and sure all knows the sharpness Of reprehensive language is even blunted To full contempt, since vice is now termed fashion And most are grown to ill even with defence, I vow to waste this most prodigious heat That falls into my age, like scorching flames In depth of numbed December, in flattering all In all of their extremest viciousness, Till in their own loved race they fall most lame, And meet full butt, the close of Vice's shame.
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Iust in the diuels mouth, thou shalt haue place, Fawns thou shalt, behold this generous Nymphadoro a gallant of a cleane boote, straight back, and beard of a most hopefull expectation, he is a seruant of faire Dulcimels her very creature borne to the Princes sole adoration, a man so spent in time to her, that pietie (if no more of grace) must follow him when we haue gayned the roome, second his suite Hercules. Ile be your intelligencer. Our very heart, and if neede be worke to most desperate ends. Well vrged. Wordes fit acquaintance, but ful actions friends. Thou shalt not want Fawnus. You promise well. Be thou but firme, that old doting iniquitie of age, that only eyed lecherous Duke thy Lord shall be baffuld to extreamest derision, his sonne proue his foole fathers owne issue. And wee, and thou with vs blessed and inriched past all miserie of possible contempt, and aboue the hopes of greatest coniectures. Nay as for wealth vilia miretur vulgus. I know by his physiognomy, for wealth he is of my addiction, & bid's a fico for't. Why thou art but a yonger brother, but poore Baldazozo. Faith to speake truth, my means are written in the booke of fare, as yet vnknowne, and yet I am at my foole, and my hunting gelding, come, Viah, to this feastfull entertainment. I neuer knew till now, how old I was, By him by whome we are, I thinke a Prince Whose tender sufferance neuer felt a gust Of boulder breathings, but still liu'd gently fann'd With the soft gales of his owne flatterers lippes Shall neuer know his owne complexion. Deere sleepe and lust I thanke you, but for you, Mortall till now, I scarse had knowne my selfe Thou gratefvll poyson, sleeke mischiefe Flatterie Thou dreamefull slumber (that doth fall on kings As soft and soone as their first holy oyle,) Be thou for euer dam'd, I now repent Seuere indictions to some sharpe stiles, Freenes, so't grow not to licentiousnes Is gratfull to iust states. Most spotlesse kingdome, And men o happie borne vnder good starrs. Where what is honest, you may freely thinke, Speake what you thinke, and write what you doe speake, Not bound to seruile soothings. But since our rancke Hath euer been afflicted with these flyes (That blow corruption on the sweetest vertues) I will reuenge vs all vpon you all With the same stratagem, we still are caught, Flatterie it selfe, and sure all knowes the sharpenesse Of reprehensiue language is euen blunted To full contempt, since vice is now term'd fashion And most are growne to ill euen with defence, I vow to wast this most prodigious heat That fals into my age, like scorching flames In depth of numb'd December, in flattering all In all of their extreamest vitiousnesse, Till in their owne lou'd race they fall most lame, And meet full butte, the close of Vices shame.