Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Be merciful my gentle signior. we'll sue his pardon out. He is reprieved: and now Apollo bless your brains Facundious and Elaborate elegance, make your presence gracious in the eyes of your Mistress. You must along with us, lend private ear. What is your name. Holofernes Pippo. Who gave you that name. Nay let me alone for sposing of a scholar. My godfathers and godmothers in my baptism. Truly gallants I am enamoured on thee boy wilt thou serve me. Yes and please my grandmother when I come to years of discretion. And you have a propensitude to him, he shall be for you: I was solicited to grant him leave to play the Lady in comedies presented by Children, but I knew his voice was to small and his stature to lo, sing, sing a treble Holofernes; sing. A very small sweet voice I'll assure you. 'tis smally sweet indeed. A very pretty Child, hold up thy head, there, buy thee some plums. Nay they must play, you go along with us. Ludendi venia est petita & concessa. Gratias. Pippo's my page, how like you him, ha has he not a good face, ha. Exceeding amiable; come away, I long to see my love my Celia. Carry my rapier hold up so, good child, stay gallants umph a sweet face. I relish not this mirth, my spirit is untwist, My heart is ravelled out in discontents, I am deep thoughtful, and I shoot my soul Through all creation of omnipotence. What art melancholy Lamp. I'll feed thy humour I'll give thee reason straight to hang thyself Marked marked: In heavens handiwork their's nought Believe it. In heavens handiwork there's nought None more vile, accursed, reprobate to bliss Than man, and 'mong men a scholar most. Things only fleshly sensitive, an Ox or Horse, They live and eat, and sleep, and drink, and die And are not touched with recollections Of things o'erpast or staggered infant doubts Of things succeeding: but leave the manly beasts, And give but pence a piece to have a sight: Of beastly man now. What so Lampatho, good truth I will not pay your Ordinary if you come not. Dost thou hear that voice. I'll make a parrot now, As good a man as he in fourteen nights I never heard him vent a syllable: Of his own creating since I knew the use Of eyes and ears? Well he's perfect blessed, Because a perfect beast. I'll gauge my heart He knows no difference essential Twixt my dog and him. The whoreson sot is blessed Is rich in ignorance, makes fair usance on't And every day augments his barbarism So love me Calmness I do envy him forts. I was a scholar: seven useful springs Did I deflower in quotations Of crossed opinions 'bout the soul of man The more I learned the more I learned to doubt Knowledge and wit faiths foes, turn faith about
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Be mercifull my gentle Sinior. Weele sue his pardon out. He is repriued: and now Appollo blesse your braines Facundius and Elaborate ellegance, make your presence gratious in the eyes of your Mistres. You must along with vs, lend priuate eare. What is your name. Holifernes Pippo. Who gaue you that name. Nay let mee alone for sposing of a scholler. My godfathers and god-mothers in my baptisme. Truly gallants I am inamord on thee boy wilt thou serue me. Yes and please my grand-mother when I come to years of discretion. And you haue a propensitude to him, he shall be for you: I was solicited to graunt him leaue to play the Lady in commedies presented by Children, but I knew his voice was to smale and his stature to loe, sing, sing a treble Holifernes; sing. A very smale sweete voice Ile assure you. Tis smally sweete indeede. A very pretty Child, hold vp thy head, there, buy thee some plummes. Nay they must play, you go a long with vs. Ludendi venia est petita & concessa. Gratias. Pippo's my page, how like you him, ha has hee not a good face, ha. Exceeding amiable; come away, I long to see my loue my Celia. Carry my rapier hold vp so, good childe, stay gallants vmph a sweete face. I relish not this mirth, my spirit is vntwist, My heart is raueld out in discontents, I am deepe thoughtfull, and I shoote my soule Through all creation of omnipotence. What art melancholy Lampe. Ile feede thy humor Ile giue thee reason straight to hang thy selfe Mark't mark't: In heauens handiwork theirs naught Beleeue it. In heauens handiwork ther's naught None more vile, accursed, reprobate to blisse Then man, and mong men a scholler most. Things onely fleshly sencitiue, an Oxe or Horse, They liue and eate, and sleepe, and drinke, and die And are not toucht with recollections Of things ore-past or staggerd infant doubtes Of things succeeding: but leaue the manly beastes, And giue but pence a peece to haue a sight: Of beastly man now. What so Lampatho, good truth I will not pay your Ordinary if you come not. Dost thou heare that voice. Ile make a parrat now, As good a man as hee in foureteene nights I neuer heard him vent a sillable: Of his owne creating since I knew the vse Of eyes and eares? Well he's perfect blest, Because a perfect beast. Ile gage my heart He knowes no difference essentiall Twixt my dog and him. The horeson sot is blest Is rich in ignorance, makes faire vsance on't And euery day augments his barbarisme So loue me Calmnes I do enuy him forts. I was a scholler: seauen vse-full springs Did I defloure in quotations Of crossd oppinions bout the soule of man The more I learnt the more I learnt to doubt Knowledge and wit faithes foes, turne fayth about