Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
You need not; with a wind instrument my master made, In five days you may breathe ten languages As perfect as the Devil, or himself. When may I speak with him? When't please the stars. He pulls you not a hair, nor pares a nail, Nor stirs a foot without due figuring The Horoscope: sit down a while and't please you, I see the heavens incline to his approach. What's this I pray you? An engine to catch stars, A maze t'arrest such Planets as have lurked four thousand years under protection Of Iupiter and Sol. Pray you speak English. Sir, 'tis a perspicil, th'best under heaven: With this I'll read a leaf of that small Iliad That in a walnut shell was desked, as plainly twelve long miles off, as you see Paul's from Highgate. Wonderful workman of so rare an Instrument! 'Twill draw the Moon so near that you would swear The bush of thorns in't prick your eyes: the Crystal Of a large Arch multiplies millions, work's more than by point blank: and by refractions Optic and strange, searcheth like th'eye of truth, All closets that have windows. Have at Rome, I see the Pope, his Cardinals and his mule, The English College and the Iesuits, And what they write and do. Let me see too. So far you can not: for this glass is framed For eyes of thirty: you are nigh threescore. But for some fifty miles 'twill serve you, With help of a refractive glass that's yonder. For trial sir: where are you now? In London. ha' you found the glass within that chamber? Yes. What see you? Wonders, wonders: I see as in a landscape An honourable throng of noble persons, As clear as I were under the same roof. Seems by their gracious brows, and courteous looks Something they see, which if t b'indifferent They'll fav'rably accept: if otherwise They'll pardon, who, or what they be, I know not. Why that's the coure! at Cambridge forty miles hence, what else? A Hall thrust full of bareheads, some bald, some bushed, Some bravely branched. That's th'university Larded with Townsmen. Look you there: what now? Who? I see Dover Peer, a man now landing Attended by two Porters that seem to groan Under the burden of two loads of paper. That's Coriatus Persicus, and's observations Of Asia and Afrique. The price. I dare not sell't. But here's another of a stranger virtue: The great Albumazar by wondrous Art, In imitation of this perspicil, Hath framed an Instrument that multiplies Objects of hearing, as this doth of seeing, That you may know each whisper from Prester Iohn Against the wind, as fresh as 'twere delivered Through a trunk, or Gloster's listening wall. And may I see it sir? bless me once more. 'Tis something ceremonious; but you shall try't. Stand thus. What hear you? Nothing Set your hands thus That th'vertex of the Organ may perpendicularly Point out our Zenith. What hear you now? ha, ha, ha.
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You need not▪ with a wind instrument my master made, In fiue dayes you may breath ten languages As perfect as the Divell, or himselfe. When may I speake with him? When't please the starres. He pul's you not a haire, nor pare's a naile, Nor stirre's a foot without due figuring The Horoscope: sit downe a while and't please you, I see the heavens incline to his approach. What's this I pray you? An engine to catch starres, A mase t'arrest such Planets as haue lurk't Foure thousand yeares vnder protection Of Iupiter and Sol. Pray you speake English. Sir, 'tis a perspicill, th'best vnder heauen: With this Ile read a leafe of that small Iliade That in a wall-nut shell was desk't, as plainly Twelue long miles off, as you see Pauls from Highgate. Wonderfull workman of so rare an Instrument! 'Twill draw the Moone so neere that you would sweare The bush of thornes in't prick your eyes: the Chrystall Of a large Arch multiplie's millions, Worke's more then by poynt blanke: and by refractions Opticke and strange, searcheth like th'eye of truth, All closets that haue windowes. Haue at Rome, I see the Pope, his Card'nals and his mule, The English Colledge and the Iesuits, And what they write and doe. Let me see too. So farre you can not: for this glasse is fram'd For eyes of thirty: you are nigh threescore. But for some fifty miles 'twill serue you, With helpe of a refractiue glasse that's yonder. For triall sir: where are you now? In London. Ha you found the glasse within that chamber? Yes. What see you? Wonders, wonders: I see as in a Land-shappe An honorable throng of noble persons, As cleare as I were vnder the same roofe. Seemes by their gracious browes, and courteous lookes Something they see, which if t b'indifferent They'l fau'rably accept: if otherwise They'l pardon, who, or what they be, I know not. Why that's the coure ▪ at Cambridge forty miles hence, what else? A Hall thrust full of bare-heads, some bald, some busht, Some brauely branch't. That's th'Vniversity Larded with Townes-men. Look you there: what now? Who? I see Douer Peere, a man now landing Attended by two Porters that seeme to grone Vnder the burthen of two loades of paper. That's Coriatus Persicus, and's obseruations Of Asia and Affrick. The price. I dare not sel't. But here's another of a stranger vertue: The great Albumazar by wondrous Art, In imitation of this Perspicill, Hath fram'd an Instrument that multiplies Obiects of hearing, as this doth of seeing, That you may know each whisper from Prester Iohn Against the winde, as fresh as 'twere deliuered Through a trunke, or Glosters listning wall. And may I see it sir? blesse me once more. 'Tis somthing ceremonious; but you shall try't. Stand thus. What heare you? Nothing Set your hands thus That th'vertex of the Organ may perpendicularly Point out our Zenith. What heare you now? ha, ha, ha.