Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I can not tell, 'tis now grown fashion, What's out of rail's out of fashion: A man can scarce put on a tucked up cap A buttoned frisado suit, scarce eat good meat, anchovies, caviar, but he's satired And termed Fantastical: by the muddy spawn Of slimy newts, when troth, fantasticness, That which the natural Sophisters term Phantusia incomplexa, is a function Even of the bright immortal part of man. It is the common pass, the sacred door, Unto the prive chamber of the soul That barred nought passeth past the baser Court: Of outward sense by it th'inamorate, Most lively thinks he sees the absent beauties Of his loved mistress. By it we shape a new creation, Of things as yet unborn, by it we feed: Our ravenous memory, our intention feast Slid he that's not fantastical's a beast. Most Fantastical protection of fantasticness. Faith 'tis good. So 't be fantastical 'tis wit's life blood. Come signior my legs are girt. Fantastically. After a special humour a new cut. Why then 'tis, rare, 'tis excellent. uds fut And I were to be hanged I would be choked Fantastically, he can scarce be saved That's not fantastical, I stand ferme to it. Nay then sweet sir give reason, come on, when. 'tis hell to run in common base of men. Hast not run thyself out of breath bully. And I have not jaded thy ears more than I have tired my tongue, I could run discourse, put him out of his full pace. I could poor speech till thou cried'st ho, but troth, I dread a glut, and I confess much love To freer gentry whose pert agile spirits Is too much frost-bit numbed with ill strained snibs Hath tender-reached my speech. By Brutus' blood He is a turf that will be slave to man. But he's a beast that dreads his mistress fan. Come all mirth and solace, capers, healths and whiffs Tomorrow are my nuptials celebrate: All friends all friends. I protest— Nay leave protests, pluck out your snarling fangs. When thou hast means be Fantastical and sociable; go to, here's my hand and you want forty shillings I am your Maecenas though not Atavis Edite regibus. Why content and I protest— I'll no protest. Well and I do not leave these fopperies do not lend me forty shillings, & there's my hand, I embrace you, love you, nay adore thee, for by the juice of wormwood, thou hast a bitter brain. You Simplicius? wilt leave that staring fellow Admiration, and Adoration of thy acquaintance wilt. A scorn out 'tis odious, too eager a defence argues a strong opposition, & to vehement a praise, draws a suspicion of other's worthy disparagement. Set tapers to bright day, it ill befits Good wines can vent themselves, and not good wits. Good truth I love you, and with the grace of Heaven, I'll be very civil and— Fantastical.
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I can not tell, tis now growne fashion, Whats out of railyng's out of fashion: A man can skarce put on a tuckt vp cap A button'd frizado sute, skarce eate good meate, Anchoues, cauiare, but hee's Satyred And term'd Phantasticall: by the muddy spawne Of slymie Neughtes, when troth, Phantasticknesse, That which the naturall Sophysters tearme Phantusia incomplexa, is a function Euen of the bright immortal part of man. It is the common passe, the sacred dore, Vnto the priue chamber of the soule That bar'd nought passeth past the baser Court: Of outward scence by it th'inamorate, Most liuely thinkes he sees the absent beauties Of his lou'd mistres. By it we shape a new creation, Of things as yet vnborne, by it wee feede: Our rauenous memory, our intention feast Slid he thats not Phantasticall's a beast. Most Phantasticall protection of Phantasticknesse. Faith tis good. So 't be phantastical tis wits life bloud. Come Sinior my legges are girt. Phantastically. After a spetiall humor a new cut. Why then tis, rare, tis excellent. vds fut And I were to be hangd I would bee chokt Phantastically, he can skarce be sau'd Thats not phantasticall, I stand ferme to it. Nay then sweete sir giue reason, come on, when. Tis hell to runne in common base of men. Hast not runne thy selfe out of breath bulley. And I haue not iaded thy eares more then I haue tierd my tongue, I could runne discourse, put him out of his full pace. I could poer speech till thou crid'st ho, but troth, I dread a glut, and I confesse much loue To freer gentry whose pert agill spirits Is t'o much frost-bit numb'd with il straind snibbes Hath tender-reach'd my speech. By Brutus bloud He is a turfe that will be slaue to man. But he's a beast that dreades his mistresse fanne. Come all merth and folace, capers, healthes and whiffes To morrow are my nuptialls celebrate: All friends all friends. I protest — Nay leaue protestes, pluck out your snarling phanges. When thou hast meanes be Phantasticall and sociable; goe to, heres my hand and you want fortie shillings I am your Maecenas though not Atauis Edite regibus. Why content and I protest— Ile no protest. Well and I doe not leaue these fopperies doe not lend me fortie shillings, & ther's my hand, I imbrace you, loue you, nay adore thee, for by the iuice of worm-woode, thou hast a bitter braine. You Simplicius? woult leaue that staring fellow Admiratiō, and Adoration of thy acquaintance wilt. A skorne out tis odious, too eager a defence argues a strong opposition, & to vehement a praise, drawes a suspition of others worthy disparigement. Set tapers to bright day, it ill befittes Good wines can vent themselues, and not good wittes. Good truth I loue you, and with the grace of Heauen, Ile be very ciuell and — Phantasticall.