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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Hide your heads, the terrible curse comes like a stone upon you Rancour, spite, malice, hate, and all disasters, Strengthen my faith against all portastor. May their intents tho pure as crystal glasses, Be counted faults and capital trespasses, O may their lives and laboured industry, Though worthy of Apollo's plaud it be The clearest thought in loyalty excelling Be by some Dor presented for libeling, when they have writ a scene in which their brains, Have dropped there dearest sweets, and their swollen veins, Emptied their Conduits of their purest spirit, As they stand gaping to receive their merit, In stead of plaudities their chiefest blisses Let their deserts be crowned with mews and hisses: Behind each post and at the gallery corners, Sit empty gulls, slight fools and false informers, Let some sly Fox out of discretion's embers, Term them the lands unnecessary members, And like the dear when they have spent their breath, to make king's sport let them be torn to death, Even by their friends, 'twould set my thoughts a twanging Might I but see one of them go to hanging. A passing strange curse and no question he has traveled far for some of the rhymes, He must travail further that finds any reason in't, No matter for reason theirs rhyme enough and that be good. Some: of it is no better than it should be, or my judgement deceives me. Sure he had some reason to make this rhyme, and a man could pick it out, rather than i'll be counted inquisitive, mine ears shall content themselves with the rhymes only, and leave the reason to the scanning of poets whom it more nearly concerns. But where's the wag that invited us to this banquet of mirth shrunk in the wetting? 'ttwere a rare jest now if whilst the boy kept us here in expectation of Dametas' gullery his M: had made an escape with the duke's daughters, that or some knavery else upon my life, I had the boy in shroud suspicion at the first. And this his sudden and stolen departure, confirms it currant then we are sped, for in suspicion's face, I see some subtle stratagem in chase. Will your lordship believe me now: nay and I sayit your worship may swear't, though I have but a (poor as to say) hole of mine own I hope the spirits have more denomination over me, than to make it a common slaughter house of carnality where every jack may command flesh for his money, No more words sweet woman I confess I was in the wrong, there is not the hole the Fox hides his head in: and therefore for the love of womanhood conceal mine errors, for howsoever I complained 'tis thy forehead aches, thy temples ha' the terrible blow as the say, thy husband is a bad man. my husband: ay, ay, good woman thy husband: he is as I say a fleshly member and I fear he hath overcome the foolish thing my daughter.
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Hide your heads, the terrible curſe comes like a ſton vpon you Rancor, ſpite, mallice, hate, and all diſaſters, Strengthen my faith againſt all portaſtors. May their intents tho pure as chriſtall glaſſes, Be counted falts and capitall treſpaſſes, O may their liues and labourd induſtrie, Though worthy of Apolloes plaud it be The cleereſt thought in loyalty excelling Be by ſome Dor preſented for libelling, when they haue writ a ſeeine in which their braines, Haue dropt there deereſt ſweets, and their ſwoln vaines, Emptied their Cundits of their pureſt ſpirit, As they ſtand gaping to receiue their merrit, In ſted of plaudities their chiefeſt bliſſes Let their deſarts be crownd with mewes and hiſſes: Behinde each poſt and at the gallery corners, Sit empty guls, ſlight fooles and falſe informers, Let ſome ſlye Foxe out of diſcreations embers, Terme them the lands vnneceſſary members, And like the deere when they haue ſpent their breath, to make kings ſport let them betorne to death, Euen by their friends, twold ſet my thoughts a twanging Might I but ſee one of them go to hanging. A paſſing ſtrange curſe and no queſtion he has traueld far for ſome of the rimes, He muſt trauaile further that finds any reaſon int, No matter for reaſon theirs rime enough and that be good. Som: of it is no better then it ſhould be, or my iudgement deceiues me. Sure he had ſome reaſon to make this rime, and a man could pick it out, rather then ile be counted inquiſitiue, mine eares ſhal content themſelues with the rimes onely, and leaue the reaſon to the ſcanning of poets whom it more neerly concerns. But wheres the wag that inuited vs to this banquet of mirth ſhrunke in the wetting? tware a rare ieſt now if whilſt the boy kept vs heere in expectation of Dametas gullery his M: had made an eſcape with the duks daughters, that or ſome knauery elſe vpon my life, I had the boy in ſhrowd ſuſpiſion at the firſt. And this his ſuddaine and ſtolne departure, confirmes it currant then we are ſped, for in ſuſpiſions face, I ſee ſome ſuttle ſtratagem in chaſe. Will your lordſhip beleeue me now: nay and I ſait your worſhip may ſwert, tho I haue but a (poore as to ſay) hole of mine own I hope the ſpirits haue more denomination ouer me, then to make it a common ſlaughter houſe of carnallity where euery iacke may command fleſh for his mony, No more words ſweet woman I confeſſe I was in the wronge, there is not the hole the Foxe hides his head in: and therefore for the loue of womanhood conceale mine errors, for howſoeuer I complaind tis thy forhed aks, thy temples ha the terrible blow as the ſay, thy husband is a bad man. my husband: I, I, good woman thy husband: he is as I ſay a fleſhly member and I fear he hath ouercome the fooliſh thing my daughter.