Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Then thus we seal our resolution— Thus I ascend, and from proud Fortune's wheel, Pull my own fate: forgiveness Mahomet My hopes make me profane; and my proud thoughts Usurp above thy greatness: Apprehension? Thou that givest food unto the soul of man, The best companion to relieve the mind. What sweet suggestions of my future bliss Have I from thee? O I am transported Beyond the power of reason! the present time Craves a more sober temper. Madam this disguise Must carry you unknown unto my chamber Where we have much to do: release your thoughts, Give freedom to those faculties of nature, That made your sex first dare to reach at pleasure. Be proud and lustful, let ambition sway The power of action in you: murder and blood Are the two pillars of a Statesman's good. A A Politician Proteus-like must alter His face and habit, and like water seem Of the same colour that the vessel is That doth contain it, varying his form With the Chameleon at each objects change. Twice like a Serpent have I cast my skin, Once when with mourning sighs I wept for Iulia, And made the two Dukes weep for Iulia, That coat is cast: now like an Amourist, I come in loving terms to court my Iulia, And seem a lover but of all shapes This sits me worst: whose constellation Stamped in my rugged brow the signs of death, Envy and ruin: strong antipathies 'gainst love and pleasure: yet must my tongue with passionate oaths and protestations, With sighs, smooth glances, and officious terms, Spread artificial mists before the eyes Of credulous simplicity: he that will be high, Must be a Parasite, to fawn and lie. Your pleasure. How stand your thoughts affected to the marriage I lately did acquaint you with, are you resolved? I am Rather to die than live to see that hour I would see Iulia, pray her company? I will. Your presence is most welcome: What business of import? Nought for the instant but a wooing scene, Prepare your wit my Lord to fight with words. The Champions straight approach, but two to two. My loved dear Lady. Beauteous Madam. Fair as the morning. Be as thy beauty seems, propitious, loving: Attractive Sunshine: all affections moving. More than a subject, and more humbly bent. How supple seems ambition? Uncle you're too low: Divinest fair to whom all hearts should bow. Fit attributes for heaven: my Lord, my feature Is but earthmould, the weak frame of nature. Yet graced with heavenly virtue, it seems divine I know your lights above me, yet let it shine Like the days beauty on the lowly plains. Subjects are no fit loves for Sovereigns. High comets from the earth draw up then nurture. Yet from the Sun true stars have all their lustre. True star on earth: You flatter, pray forbear.
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Then thus we seale our resolution— Thus I ascend, and from proud Fortunes wheele, Pul my owne fate: forgiuenes Mahomet My hopes make me prophane; and my proud thoughts Vsurpe aboue thy greatnesse: Apprehension? Thou that giuest foode vnto the soule of man, The best companion to relieue the minde. What sweete suggestions of my future blisse Haue I from thee? O I am transported Beyond the power of reason! the present time Craues a more sober temper. Madam this disguise Must carry you vnknowne vnto my chamber Where we haue much to do: release your thoughts, Giue freedome to those faculties of nature, That made your sexe first dare to reach at pleasure. Be proud and lustfull, let ambition sway The power of action in you: murder and blood Are the two pillars of a States-mans good. A A Pollititian Proteus-like must alter His face and habit, and like water seeme Of the same colour that the vessell is That doth containe it, varying his forme With the Cameleon at each obiects change. Twice like a Serpent haue I cast my skin, Once when with mourning sighs I wept for Iulia, And made the two Dukes weepe for Iulia, That coat is cast: now like an Amorist, I come in louing tearmes to court my Iulia, And seeme a louer but of all shapes This sits me worst: whose constellation Stampt in my rugged brow the signes of death, Enuy and ruine: strong Antipahyes Gainst loue and pleasure: yet must my tongue with passionate oathes and protestations, With sighes, smooth glances, and officious tearmes, Spread artificiall mists before the eies Of credulous simplieity: he that will be high, Must be a Parasite, to fawne and lye. Your pleasure. How stand your thoughts affected to the marriage I lately did acquaint you with, are you resolu'd? I am Rather to dye then liue to see that houre I would see Iulia, pray her company? I will. Your presence is most welcome: What businesse of import? Nought for the instant but a wooing sceane, Prepare your wit my Lord to fight with words. The Champions straight approch, but two to two. My lou'd deere Lady. Beauteous Madam. Faire as the morning Be as thy beauty seemes, propitious, louing: Attractiue Sunshine: all affections mouing. More then a subiect, and more humbly bent. How supple seemes ambition? Vncle y'ar too low: Deuinest faire to whome all hearts should bow. Fit attributes for heauen: my Lord, my feature Is but earthmould, the weake frame of nature. Yet grac't with heauenly vertue, it seemes deuine I know your lights aboue me, yet let it shine Like the daies beauty on the lowly plaines. Subiects are no fit loues for Soueraignes. High comets from the earth draw vp then nurture. Yet from the Sunne true starres haue all their lustre. True starre on earth: You flatter, pray 'forbeare.