Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Good sir, these things might move a mind affected With such delights; but I, whose innocence Is all I can think wealthy, or worth th'enjoying, And which once lost, I have nought to lose beyond it, Cannot be taken with these sensual baits: If you have conscience— 'Tis the beggars virtue, If thou hast wisdom, hear me, CELIA. Thy baths shall be the juice of july-flowers, Spirit of roses, and of violets, The milk of unicorns, and panther's breath Gathered in bags, and mixed with cretan wines. Our drink shall be prepared gold, and amber; Which we will take, until my roof whirl round With the vertigo: and my dwarf shall dance, My eunuch sing, my fool make up the antic. Whilst, we, in changed shapes, act Ovid's tales, Thou, like EUROPA now, and I like JOVE, Than I like MARS, and thou like ERYCINE, So, of the rest, till we have quite run through And wearied all the fables of the gods. Then will I have thee in more modern forms, Attired like some sprightly dame of France, Brave Tuscan lady, or proud Spanish beauty; Sometimes, unto the Persian Sophy's wife; Or the grand-signior's mistress; and, for change, To one of our most artful courtesans, Or some quick Negro, or cold Russian; And I will meet thee, in as many shapes: Where we may, so, transfuse our wandering souls, Out at our lips, and score up sums of pleasures, That the curious shall not know, How to tell them, as they slow; And the envious, when they find What their number is, be pinned. If you have ears that will be pierced; or eyes, That can be opened; a heart, may be touched; Or any part, that yet sounds man, about you: If you have touch of holy saints, or heaven, Do me the grace, to let me scape. If not, Be bountiful, and kill me. You do know, I am a creature, hither ill betrayed, By one, whose shame I would forget it were, If you will deign me neither of these graces, Yet feed your wrath, sir, rather than your lust; (It is a vice, comes nearer manliness) And punish that unhappy crime of nature, Which you miscall my beauty: flay my face, Or poison it, with ointments, for seducing Your blood to this rebellion. Rub these hands, With what may cause an eating leprosy, e'en to my bones, and marrow: any thing, That may disfavour me, save in my honour. And I will kneel to you, pray for you, pay down A thousand hourly vows, sir, for your health, Report, and think you virtuous— Think me cold, Frozen, and impotent, and so report me? That I had NESTOR'S hernia, thou wouldst think. I do degenerate, and abuse my nation, To play with opportunity, thus long: I should have done the act, and then have parleyed. Yield, or I'll force thee.
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Good sir, these things might moue a minde affected With such delights; but I, whose innocence Is all I can thinke wealthy, or worth th'enioying, And which once lost, I haue nought to loose beyond it, Cannot be taken with these sensuall baites: If you haue conscience— 'Tis the beggers vertue, If thou hast wisdome, heare me, CELIA. Thy bathes shall be the iuyce of iuly-flowres, Spirit of roses, and of violets, The milke of vnicornes, and panthers breath Gather'd in bagges, and mixt with cretan wines. Our drinke shall be prepared gold, and amber; Which we will take, vntill my roofe whirle round With the vertigo: and my dwarfe shall dance, My eunuch sing, my foole make vp the antique. Whil'st, we, in changed shapes, act OVIDS tales, Thou, like EVROPA now, and I like IOVE, Then I like MARS, and thou like ERYCINE, So, of the rest, till we haue quite run through And weary'd all the fables of the gods. Then will I haue thee in more moderne formes, Attired like some sprightly dame of France, Braue Tuscan lady, or proud Spanish beauty; Sometimes, vnto the Persian Sophies wife; Or the grand-Signiors mistresse; and, for change, To one of our most art-full courtizans, Or some quick Negro, or cold Russian; And I will meet thee, in as many shapes: Where we may, so, trans-fuse our wandring soules, Out at our lippes, and score vp summes of pleasures, That the curious shall not know, How to tell them, as they slow; And the enuious, when they find What their number is, be pind. If you haue eares that will be pierc'd; or eyes, That can be open'd; a heart, may be touch'd; Or any part, that yet sounds man, about you: If you haue touch of holy saints, or heauen, Do me the grace, to let me scape. If not, Be bountifull, and kill me. You doe know, I am a creature, hither ill betrayd, By one, whose shame I would forget it were, If you will daigne me neither of these graces, Yet feed your wrath, sir, rather then your lust; (It is a vice, comes neerer manlinesse) And punish that vnhappy crime of nature, Which you miscal my beauty: flay my face, Or poison it, with oyntments, for seducing Your bloud to this rebellion. Rub these hands, With what may cause an eating leprosie, E'ene to my bones, and marrow: any thing, That may disfauour me, saue in my honour. And I will kneele to you, pray for you, pay downe A thousand hourely vowes, sir, for your health, Report, and thinke you vertuous— Thinke me cold, Frosen, and impotent, and so report me? That I had NESTOR'S hernia, thou wouldst thinke. I doe degenerate, and abuse my nation, To play with oportunity, thus long: I should haue done the act, and then haue parlee'd. Yeeld, or Ile force thee.