Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I'll put out one million to use, after the rate of seven score to the hundredth: and yet I won't, no fie, for then you will ha' my humour brought ah stage for a usurer; to prevent with scandalous report, i'll put it into my scribe-major's hand, and he shall deal for me. There's is a simple cloak to cover his villainy. 'tis a very short one,: and passing 'slight to hide his knavery. it cannot chose but be seen through, another million i'll lay to bestow in Offices. I will have wealth or i'll rake it out ath kennels else, chimneys ha' smoked for already, and now i'll deal upon seacoal and salt, now, now, now, it comes, sweet gold, honest Dorus, fortunate Demetrius, divine gold, how, how, shall I adore thee, O let me do the homage of my knees: now now, for the tongue of a Poet, though I hate poetry worse than any of the seven deadly sins, I could wish myself a Poet for some hour, to write a Poem in the praise of my divine mistress; and see the very bed wherein her divinity is lodged: happy, happy, thrice happy Dametas, now like an o'erjoyed lover, let me open the sheets of my heavenly mistress, with reverence, so with humble reverence, and like a blushing lover that puts out the light ere he presumes to touch the bed of his love so let me darken the candles of my body, mine eyes, and first bless my hands with touching, next enrich mine ears with hearing, and lastly make happy my eyes with with seeing, and let them convey the joy down into the bosom of my thoughts, by degrees, softly by degrees. Did you ever see Ass make such a ceremonious preparation be not offended sweet mistress that I presume to touch. a fools head of your own, Has a been at any cost of all this invocate for a coxcomb and a bell. beshrew my judgement but he deserves it, And his desert were near so much, he could but bear away the bell, and so you say he doth: A coxcomb and a bell, oh indignity: damnable oak, vile and evil accursed Dorus, unfortunate Dametas, Diana I tell thee thou art no honest gods to use a Gentleman thus. What here a writing, your help good spectacles, lend me your help good spectacles, some comfortable news good spectacles: Who hath his hire hath well his labours placed, Earth thou didst seek, and store of earth thou hast. He that vain hopes pursues for love of pelf, Shall lose his wits and likely find himself, Then think thy pains rewarded well, Thou broughst the fool, bear back the bell: Of other matters what ensues Adonis' bower shall tell the news, Villainous poetry, I am made a flat fool by poetry, But though I can do 'em no further disgrace, my fatal curse, a Wronged gentleman's fatal curse dwell ever upon them, Diana hear me, and let my words find gracious acceptance.
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Ile put out one million to vſe, after the rate af ſeuen ſcore to the hundreth: and yet I wnot, no fie, for then you wil ha my humor brought ath ſtage for a vſerer; to preuent with ſcandalous report, ile put it into my Scribe-maiors hand, and he ſhall deale for mee. Theres is a ſimple cloake to couer his villany. Tis a very ſhort one,: and paſſing ſlite to hide his knauerie. it cannot choſe but be ſeene through, An other Milion ile lay to beſtow in Offices. I wil haue welth or ile rake it out ath kennels elſe, chimnies ha ſmoakt for alreadye, and now ile deale vpon ſea-cole and ſalt, now, now, now, it comes, ſweet gold, honeſt Dorus, fortunate Demetrius, deuine gold, how, how, ſhal I adore thee, O let me do the homage of my knees: now nowe, for the tongue of a Poet, tho I hate poetrie worſe then any of the ſeauen deadly ſinnes, I could wiſh my ſelfe a Poet for ſome houre, to write a Poem in the praiſe of my diuine miſtres; and ſee the verie bed wherein her diuinitie is lodged: happy, happy, thrice happie Dametas, now like an oreioid louer, let mee open the sheets of my heauenlie miſtris, with reuerence, ſo with humble reuerence, and like a blushing louer that puts out the light ere he preſumes to touch the bed of his loue ſo let me darken the candles of my bodie, mine eies, and firſt bleſſe my hands with touching, next inrich mine ears with hearing, and laſtlie make happie my eies with with ſeeing, and let them convey the ioy downinto the boſome of my thoughts, by degrees, ſoftly by degrees. Did you euer ſee Aſſe make ſuch a ceremonious preparation be not offended ſweet miſtris that I preſume to touch. a fooles head of your owne, Has a bin at any coſt of al this inuocate for a coxcomb and a bel. beshrow my iudgement but he deſetues it, And his deſert were neere ſo much, he could but beare away the bel, and ſo you ſaie he doth: A coxcombe and a bel, oh indignity: damnable ok, vile and euil accueſt Dorus, vnfortunate Dametas, Diana I tel thee thou art no honeſt goddes to vſe a Gentleman thus. What here a writing, your helpe good ſpectacles, lend me your helpe good ſpectacles, ſome comfortable newes good ſpectacles: Who hath his hire hath well his labours plaſt, Earth thou didſt ſeeke, and ſtore of earth thou haſt. He that vaine hopes purſues for loue of pelfe, Shall looſe his wits and likely finde himſelfe, Then thinke thy paines rewarded well, Thou broughſt the foole, beare backe the bell: Of other matters what enſues Adonis bower ſhall tell the newes, Villanous poetry, I am made a flat foole by poetry, But though I can do em no futther diſgrace, my fatall curſe, a Wronged gentlemans fatall curſe dwell euer vpon them, Diana Heere me, and let my words finde gratious acceptance.