Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.74 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Grows here, whoever broached the wine, The butt stands here, my forehead bears the sign, It merits none, the shame's nor yours nor his, That foot's even made that never treads a miss, Beauty came first from Heaven, Prometheus, Stole it to make proud women bewteous, Now, stolen goods thrive not: women steal from men Then blame not them to seek their own again. king's have for this been felons, and 'tis proved, He never was divine that never loved. I find no law for this. Custom you prove, And what's more Ancient than to pilfer lovet A quillet well applied. Then bury grief, If this be felony, myself's a thief. A nimble wit, just of the length of mine. But come my liege, forget, it so will I, Our infant griefs must be old men and die, Not whilst her fault survives, What news with thee. I bring your honour comfortable news, Your son's returned from Pisa, A comes ill, And yet I hope his blessed arrive will kill This monster grief. He is a toward Prince. Toward enough, and yet most strangely weaned And wedded from this world's society. A parlous youth, sharp and satirical, Would a but spend some study in the law, 'a would prove a passing subtle Barrister. Has a quick wit. And a speaks Latin too, Truly and so few Lawyers use to do. Health to this honoured presence: passing good! Welcome sweet Prince. Thanks: superpassing good! But honoured father, see how he proceeds: Learning was first made pilot to the world, And in the chair of contemplation, Many degrees above the turning clouds Held in his hand the nine-leafed marble book, Drawn full of silver lines and golden Stars. But Son? But father, it was learning's place, Till empty outsides, shadows daubed with gold Plucked him down headlong, then he lost his wits, And ever since lives Zany to the world, Turns Pageant-Poet, toiler to the press, Makes himself cheap, detested, hissed and stale, To every bubble and dull Groom. Who for his outsides gaudy, will presume To make poor wit a hackney to his pride. And with blunt rolled jests spurgall his side Till his soul bleed, O, I am more than mad, To see mere shadows censure and control, The substance, worthier both in sense and soul Fie Polymetes, though the rob of learning, Sit comely on a Prince, yet wean thy thoughts From this strict contemplation, and embrace Public assemblies, knightly exercise. How's that? to swear and give the sudden stab? Sell Lands to purchase fashions? O 'tis base! Bought gentry, should trueborn worth disgrace. Practice to hunt. No, some that use that sport giv't over, being scarce one hair the better for't. Then practise Revels. Revels sprightly play, Yet every year, some revel all away. All these are trivial: Prince, be a Lawyer: Of all Land monsters, some that bear that name, Might well be spared, whose vulture Avarice Devours men living: they of all the rest, Deal most with Angels, & yet prove least blessed.
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Growes here, who euer broacht the wyne, The butt ſtands here, my forehead bears the ſigne, It merrits none, the ſhame's nor yours nor his, That foot's euen made that neuer treads a miſſe, Beauty came firſt from Heauen, Prometheus, Stole it to make proud women bewteous, Now, ſtolne goods thriue not: women ſteale from men Then blame not them to ſeeke their owne agen. Kings haue for this bene felons, and tis prou'd, He neuer was diuine that neuer lou'd. I finde no law for this. Cuſtome you proue, And what's more Auncient then to pilfer louet A quillet well applide. Then bury griefe, Yf this be fellonie, my ſelf's a theife. A nimble witte, iuſt of the length ofmine. But come my leidge, forget, it ſo will I, Our infant griefs muſt be old men and die, Not whil ſt hir fault ſuruiues, What newes with thee. I bring your honor comfortable newes, Your ſonne's return'd from Piſa, A comes ill, And yet I hope his bleſt arriue will kill This monſter griefe. He is a toward Prince. Toward inough, and yet moſt ſtrangely wean'd And wedded from this worlds ſocietie. A palous youth, ſharpe and ſattyricall, Would a but ſpend ſome ſtudy in the law, A would proue a paſſing ſubtle Barriſter. Ha's a quick wit. And a ſpeakes Latin too, Truely and ſo few Lawyers vſe to doe. Health to this honour'd preſence: paſſing good! Welcome ſweet Prince. Thanks: ſuperpaſſing good! But honord father, ſee how he proceedes: Learning was firſt made pilot to the world, And in the chaire of contemplation, Many degrees aboue the turning cloudes Held in his hand the nine-leaf'd marble booke, Drawne full of ſiluer lines and golden Stars. But Sonne? But father, it was learnings place, Till emptie outſides, ſhadowes daub'd with golde Pluckt him downe headlong, then aloſt his wits, And euer ſince liues Zany to the world, Turnes Pageant-Poet, toyler to the preſſe, Makes himſelfe cheape▪ deteſted, hiſt and ſtale, To euerie bubble and dull Groome. Who for his out-ſides gawdie, will preſume To make poore wit a hackney to his pride. And with blunt rowled Ieſtes ſpur-gall his ſide Till his ſoule bleede, O, I am more then mad, To ſee meere ſhadowes cenſure and controule, The ſubſtance, worthier both in ſence and ſoule Fie Polymetes, though therobe of learning, Sit comely on a Prince, yet weane thy thoughts From this ſtrict contemplation, and embrace Publique aſſemblies, knightly exerciſe. How's that? to ſweare and giue the ſunden ſtab? Sell Lands to purchaſe faſhions? O tis baſe! Bought gentrie, ſhould true-borne worth diſgrace. Practiſe to hunt. No, ſome that vſe that ſport Giu't ore, being ſcarce one haire the better for't. Then practiſe Reuels. Reuels ſprightly play, Yet euerie yeare, ſome reuell all away. All theſe are triuiall: Prince, be a Lawyer: Of all Land monſters, ſome that beare that name, Might well be ſparde, whoſe vultur Auarice Deuours men liuing: they of all the reſt, Deale moſt with Angells, & yet proue leaſt bleſt.