Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Thank's to your power and curtsy that so placed them. This is the man that's ready for the business. Of a most happy countenance, and timber fit To square to th'gentry: his looks as apt for changing, As he were covered with Camaelions skins. Except my hands; and 'twill be troublesome To fit these fingers to Antonio's gloves. Pray let's about the work as soon as may be. First choose a large low room, whose door's full East, Or near inclining: for th'oriental quarter's Most bountiful of favours. I have a parlour Of a great square and height, as you desire it. Southward must look a wide and spacious window: For howsoever Omar, Alchabitius, Hali, Abenezra, seem something to dissent; Yet Zoroastres, son of Oromasus, Hiarcha, Brachman, Thespion Gymnosophist, Gebir, and Budda Babylonicus, With all the subtle Cabalists and Chaldees, Swear the best influence: for our metamorphosis Stoops from the South, or as some say, Southeast. This room's as fit as you had made't of purpose. Now do I feel the calf of my right leg Tingle, and dwindle to th'smallness of a bedstaff. Such a speech more turns my high shoes straight boots. near were those Authors cited to better purpose. For through that window all Pandolfo's treasures Must take their flight and fall upon my shoulders. Now if this light meridional had a large casement That overlooked some unfrequented alley, 'Twere much more proper: for th'Intelligences Are nice and coy, scorning to mix their essence With thronged disturbance of cross multitudes. Spoken by Art. Albumazar: a provident setter: For so shall we receive what thou hand'st out Free from discovery. But in my conscience All windows point full South for such a business. Go to my house, satisfy your curious choice, But credit me, this parlour's fit, it neighbours To a blind Alley, that in busiest term-time Feels not the footing of one passenger. Now then declining from Theourgia, Artenosoria, Pharmacia, rejecting Necro-puro-geo-hydro-cheiro-coscinomancy, With other vain and superstitious sciences, we'll anchor at the Art Prestigiatory, That represents one figure for another, With smooth deceit abusing th'eyes of mortals. O my right arm! 'tis altered, and methinks Longs for a sword: these words have slain a Ploughman. And since the moon's the only Planet changing: For from the Neomenia in seven days To the Dicotima, in seven more to th'Pauselinum, And in as much from Plenilunium Thorough Dicotima to Neomenia, 'Tis she must help us in this operation. What towns are these? the strangeness of these names, Hath scaled the marks of many a painful harvest, And made my new-piled fingers itch for dice. Deeply considered wondrous Albumazar: O let me kiss those lips that flow with science. For by her various looks she intimates To understanding souls, that only she Hath power t'effect a true formation. Cause then your parlour to be swept carefully, Washed, rubbed, perfumed, hanged round from top to bottom With pure white lunary Tapestry, or needlework; But if 'twere cloth of silver, 'twere much better.
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Thank's to your power and curt'sie that so plac'd them. This is the man that's ready for the businesse. Of a most happy count'nance, and timber fit To square to th'gentry: his lookes as apt for changing, As he were cou'red with Camaelions skins. Except my hands; and 'twill be troublesome To fit these fingers to Antonio's gloues. Pray let's about the worke as soone as may be. First choose a large low roome, whose doore's full East, Or neere inclining: for th'Orientall quarter's Most bountifull of fauours. I haue a parler Of a great square and height, as you desire it. Southward must looke a wide and spatious window: For howsoeuer Omar, Alchabitius, Hali, Abenezra, seeme something to dissent; Yet Zoroastres, sonne of Oromasus, Hiarcha, Brachman, Thespion Gymnesophist, Gebir, and Budda Babylonicus, With all the subtile Cabalists and Chaldees, Sweare the best influence: for our metamorphosis Stoopes from the South, or as some say, South-east. This roome's as fit as you had made't of purpose. Now doe I feele the calfe of my right legge Tingle, and dwindle to th'smalnesse of a bed-staffe. Such a speech more turns my high shooes strait boots. Nere were those Authors cited to better purpose. For through that window all Pandolfo's treasures Must take their flight and fall vpon my shoulders. Now if this light meridionall had a large casement That ouer-look't some vnfrequented alley, 'Twere much more proper: for th'Intelligences Are nice and coy, scorning to mixe their essence With throng'd disturbance of crosse multitudes. Spoken by Art▪ Albumazar: a provident setter: For so shall we receiue what thou hand'st out Free from discovery. But in my conscience All windowes poynt full South for such a businesse. Go to my house, satisfie your curious choyce, But credit me, this parler's fit, it neighbours To a blinde Alley, that in busiest tearme-time Feeles not the footing of one passenger. Now then declining from Theourgia, Artenosoria, Pharmacia, reiecting Necro-puro-geo-hydro-cheiro-coscinomancy, With other vaine and superstitious sciences, Wee'l ancor at the Art Prestigiatorie, That represents one figure for another, With smooth deceit abusing th'eyes of mortals. O my right arme! 'tis alter'd, and me thinkes Longs for a sword: these words haue slaine a Plow-man. And since the Moone's the onely Planet changing: For from the Neomenia in seuen dayes To the Dicotima, in seven more to th'Pauselinum, And in as much from Plenilunium Thorow Dicotima to Neomenia, 'Tis she must helpe vs in this operation. What townes are these? the strangenesse of these names, Hath scal'd the marks of many a painfull haruest, And made my new-pil'd fingers itch for dice. Deeply considred wondrous Albumazar: O let me kisse those lips that flow with science. For by her various lookes she intimates To vnderstanding soules, that onely she Hath power t'effect a true formation. Cause then your parler to be swept carefully, Wash't, rub'd, perfum'd, hang'd round from toppe to bottome With pure white lunary Tapistry, or needle-worke; But if'twere cloath of siluer, 'twere much better.