Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 6 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Oh! I can easily guess why she speaks against me: I perceive all eminency of gifts is attended on by envy: but tush, Old— I say no worse: let her chide the gods that gave me my Foreknowledge of things above her apprehension: believe me, I saw this great contention before, in the present Conjunction of Saturn and Mars: But for Geographus, I would wish your Height of worth, Astronomia, would not Descend unto his Baseness. You abuse me, Astrologia: baseness? Nay, than I perceive there is somewhat of fate in love; and that the Stars do not rule men, but men the Stars; why there's no Proportion of worth between him and geometre's, a man cut out by the very Square of all virtue. ay, and let Arithmetica be cast out of the Number of the Sciences; if in his very face (I speak it freely behind his back) appear not to my eye the very Figure of sincerity. Alas! would you Parallel geometre's with Geographus? you may as well liken the Middle of the Earth to the whole Circumference: or, but some Angle to a whole Map. Nay, you are the whole Heaven-wide, Astronomia, on the contrary part; for though geometre's think there be too great Disparity between him and me, and that Arithmetica stands now but for a Cipher in his account; yet, that conceit of his shall never make a Fraction or Division in my love, but as he was once mine Entire, so shall I ever hold it the golden Rule of friendship, rather to Add unto, then subtract from my first affection: but let us not multiply words: Musica, prithee what dost thou think of this? Truly, I think Geographus to be a liberal Gentleman, and therefore may not consent unto Astrologia, when she calls him base, yet I think he has some Crotchets now and then of a traveler: and for geometre's, I take him for a plain Solid fellow: but in my conceit, in his discourse he's somewhat obtuse, blunt, blunt. ay, that's but thy conceit. Indeed I must confess I have more conceit than judgement: But in my fancy, there's Poeta, h'as more love in's little finger, than both they in their whole bodies. Marry thou sayst true, for I think there he is indeed. Come, let's begone; for I think every one now a Spy: for my mother told me she'd set more Eyes beside Musicas to attend me hereafter: but Musica, do thou turn that way and meet him, that if he be one, I may know whom to thank for my mother's next kind salutation. FA, la, la, la, la, Sol, la, mi, fa. How now my Treble, my Minikin, art thou so pleasant? Oh sir, I see you keep your old Tenor still: you are always Descanting. But my little Fidde, where hast thou been? Sounding your Harmonious virtues, to a Consort of Ladies.
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Oh! I can eaſily gueſſe why ſhee ſpeakes againſt me: I perceiue all eminency of gifts is attended on by enuy: but uſh, Olde — I ſay no worſe: let her chide the gods that gaue me my Fore-knowledge of things aboue her apprehenſion: beleeue mee, I ſaw this great contention before, in the preſent Coniunction of Saturne and Mars: But for Geographus, I would wiſh your Height of worth, Aſtronomia, would not Deſcend vnto his Baſeneſſe. You abuſe me, Aſtrologia: baſeneſſe? Nay, then I perceiue there is ſomewhat of fate in loue; and that the Starres doe not rule men, but men the Starres; why there's no Proportion of worth betweene him and Geometres, a man cut out by the very Square of all vertue. I, and let Arithmetica be caſt out of the Number of the Sciences; if in his very face (I ſpeake it freely behind his back) appeare not to my eye the very Figure of ſincerity. Alas! would you Paralell Geometres with Geographus? you may as well liken the Middle of the Earth to the whole Circumference: or, but ſome Angle to a whole Mappe. Nay, you are the whole Heauen-wide, Aſtronomia, on the contrary part; for though Geometres thinke there bee too great Diſparity betweene him and me, and that Arithmetica ſtands now but for a Cipher in his account; yet, that conceit of his ſhall neuer make a Fraction or Diuiſion in my loue, but as hee was once mine Intire, ſo ſhall I euer hold it the golden Rule of friendſhip, rather to Adde vnto, then Subſtract from my firſt affection: but let vs not multiply words: Muſica, prethee what doſt thou thinke of this? Truely, I thinke Geographus to be a liberall Gentleman, and therefore may not conſent vnto Aſtrologia, when ſhe calls him baſe, yet I thinke hee has ſome Crotchets now and then of a Traueller: and for Geometres, I take him for a plaine Solid fellow: but in my conceit, in his diſcourſe hee's ſomewhat obtuſe, blunt, blunt. I, that's but thy conceit. Indeed I muſt confeſſe I haue more conceit then iudgement: But in my fancy, there's Poeta, h'as more loue in's little finger, then both they in their whole bodyes. Marry thou ſay'ſt true, for I thinke there hee is indeed. Come, let's begon; for I thinke euery one now a Spy: for my mother told me ſhee'd ſet more Eyes beſide Muſicaes to attend mee hereafter: but Muſica, doe thou turne that way and meet him, that if he be one, I may know whom to thanke for my mothers next kind ſalutation. FA, la, la, la, la, Sol, la, mi, fa. How now my Treble, my Minikin, art thou ſo pleaſant? Oh ſir, I ſee you keepe your old Tenor ſtill: you are alwaies Deſcanting. But my little Fidde, where haſt thou beene? Sounding your Harmonious vertues, to a Conſort of Ladies.