Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 hundreth: and yet I want, no fie, for than you will have my humour brought ath stage for a usurer; to prevent with scandalous report, i'll put it into my Scribe-majors hand, & he shall deale for me. There's a simple cloak▪ to cover his villainy. 'tis a very short one: and passing slate to hide his knavery. It cannot choose but be seen through. An other million i'll lay to beslow in Offices. I will have wealth, or i'll rake it out ath kennels else, chimneys ha' smoked for't already, and now i'll deal upon sea-coal 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 he very bed wherein her divinity is lodged: happy, happy, thrice happy Dametas, now like an o'er joyed 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 every mine ears with hearing, and lastly make happy my eyes 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 fool's 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 ne'er 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 goddess to use a Gentleman thus. What's 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 thee news, Villainous poetry, I am made a flat fool by poetry; But though I can do them no▪ further disgrace, my fatal curse, A wronged gentleman's fatal curse devil ever upon them: Diana here me, and let my words find gracious acceptance.
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Ile put out one million to uſe, after the rate of ſeven ſcore to the hundreth: and yet I wont, no fie, for then you will haue my humour brought ath ſtage for a vſurer; to prevent with ſcandalous report, ile put it into my Scribe-majors hand, & he ſhall deae for me. There's a ſimple cloake▪ to cover his villany. Tis a very ſhort one: and paſſing ſlte to hide his knavery. It cannot chuſe but be ſeene through. An other million ile lay to beſlow in Offices. I will haue wealth, or ile rake it out ath kennels elſe, chimnies ha' ſmoakt for't already, and now ile deale upon ſea-cole and ſalt, now, now, now, it comes, ſweet gold, honeſt Dorus, fortunate Demetrius, divine gold, how, how ſhal I adore thee? O let me doe the homage of my knees: now, now, for the tongue of a Poet, though I hate poetry worſe then ny of the ſeven deadly ſins, I could wiſh my ſelfe a Poet for ſome houre, to write a Poem in the praiſe of my divine miſtreſſe; and ſee he very bed wherein her divinitie is lodged: happy, happy, thrice happy Dametas, now like an o're joyd lover, let mee open the ſheets of my heavenly miſtreſſe 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 loue, ſo let me darken the candles of my body, mine eyes, and firſt bleſſe my hands with touching, next enrich mine eares with hearing, and laſtly make happy my eyes with ſeeing, and let them convey the joy downe into the boſome of my thoughts by degrees, ſoftly by degrees. Did you ever ſee Aſſe make ſuch a ceremonious preparation? Be not offended ſweet mitreſſe that I preſume to touch. A fooles head of your owne. Has a beene at any coſt of all this invocate for a coxcombe and a bell. Beſhrow my judgement but he deſerues it. And his deſert were nere ſo much, he could but beare away the bell, and ſo you ſay he doth. A coxcombe and a bell, oh indignity: damnable oake, vile and evill accurſt Dorus, unfortunate Dametas; Diana I tell thee thou art no honeſt goddeſſe to uſe a Gentleman thus. Whats 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 plac't, Earth thou didſt ſeeke, and ſtore of earth thou haſt. He that vaine hopes purſues for loue of pelfe, Shall looſe his vvits and likely find himſelfe. Then thinke thy paines revvarded vvell, Thou broughſt the foole, beare backe the bell: Of other matters vvhat enſues, Adonis bovver ſhall tell thee nevves, Villanous poetry, I am made a flat foole by poetry; But though I can doe them no▪ further diſgrace, my fatall curſe, A vvronged gentlemans fatall curſe dvvell ever upon them: Diana here me, and let my vvords find gratious acceptance.