Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 8 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.79 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Oh, Astronomia! there's my chiefest grief, I confess; for as 'tis held policy in rich men to love; so I fear it will prove ridiculous in me, if once I grow poor. Sir, not many years since, before I undertook with you our journey about the wide world, I was myself driven to the like straits; I mean, Sir, in that Cod-piece-ago, when the innocency of men did not blush to show all that Nature gave them, indeed, because they did no more, then, that taught them: then, when they wore doublets with craws, and sleeves with pockets, then (I say) the fashion was so long at a stand, that I had like to have been at a fall: than your Philosopher in the University, scorned nothing but (the unjust cause of scorn) fine apparel, showing the severity of his profession, by the ruggedness of his gown: but since, I think, I have fashioned them all; though, of late, some of your gorbellied country-chuffs, have cast themselves into their frieze jerkins, with great tinned buttons silvered o'er, rather out of a proud niggardliness than an honest thrift. Well, but what course shall I take, if I get money? marry, Sir, this: wear apparel of the best, be merry, wanton, toying, bold; affront any man: get a faire-false-diamond— on your finger, and by all means have a gilt watch, which sometimes, to know how the day passes, you must draw out in the Marketplace, though peradventure there be a Clock hard by within the view of your eye; 'twill imply, you reckon not your day by the people's Dial: or sometimes you may draw it forth before a rich man's door, (you know in our travails we observed the like in a Gentleman at Venice) and assure yourself, at the next meeting, he'll give you the salutation. Oh! thou hast a rare wit, my fine Phantastes! well, let's commit it to the heavens, and if my stars bless me but to obtain Astronomia; I'll count it as an enjoying of the whole world, which I have yet but seen. ANd did she not say, Melancholico, she was a divine Lady? Yes, she did. And did she not say she had made rare devices, rare devices (for she repeated it) to cause Harmony? Yes, she did. Fa, la, la, la, la, sol, la, mi, fa, hum— and did she not say she would not change her service for any under Heaven? Yes, she did. Hum. And did she not say she could say more? Yes, she did. Fa, la, la, la, la, sol, la, mi, fa, pretty little Musica! Fa, la, la, la, la, sol, la, mi, fa, for she sung it three times I remember, pretty Musica; divine Astronomia!— the juice of the God's Nepenthe were vinegar to one of her kisses: divine Astronomia! Unjust, blind god of love, or not enfire My breast; or, if thou dost, crown my desire. What Siquis is that? I'll read it, Sir.
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Oh, Aſtronomia! there's my chiefeſt griefe, I confeſſe; for as 'tis held policy in rich men to loue; ſo I feare it will proue ridiculous in me, if once I grow poore. Sir, not many yeeres ſince, before I vndertooke with you our iourney about the wide world, I was my ſelfe driuen to the like ſtreights; I meane, Sir, in that Cod-piece-ago, when the innocency of men did not bluſh to ſhew all that Nature gaue them, indeed, becauſe they did no more, then, that taught them: then, when they wore doublets with crawes, and ſleeues with pockets, then (I ſay) the faſhion was ſo long at a ſtand, that I had like to haue beene at a fall: then your Philoſopher in the Vniuerſitie, ſcorn'd nothing but (the vniuſt cauſe of ſcorne) fine apparell, ſhewing the ſeuerity of his profeſſion, by the ruggedneſſe of his gowne: but ſince, I thinke, I haue faſhion'd them all; though, of late, ſome of your gor-belli'd country-chuffes, haue caſt themſelues into their frieze jerkins, with great tinn'd buttons ſiluer'd or'e, rather out of a proud niggardlineſſe then an honeſt thrift. Well, but what courſe ſhall I take, if I get mony? Mary, Sir, this: weare apparell of the beſt, be merry, wanton, toying, bold; affront any man: get a faire-falſe-diamond — on your finger, and by all meanes haue a gilt watch, which ſometimes, to know how the day paſſes, you muſt draw out in the Market-place, though peraduenture there be a Clocke hard by within the view of your eye; 'twill imply, you reckon not your day by the peoples Dyall: or ſometimes you may draw it forth before a rich mans doore, (you know in our trauailes wee obſeru'd the like in a Gentleman at Venice) and aſſure your ſelfe, at the next meeting, hee'l giue you the ſalutation. Oh! thou haſt a rare wit, my fine Phantaſtes! well, let's commit it to the heauens, and if my ſtars bleſſe me but to obtaine Aſtronomia; Ile count it as an enioying of the whole world, which I haue yet but ſeene. ANd did ſhee not ſay, Melancholico, ſhee was a diuine Lady? Yes, ſhee did. And did ſhe not ſay ſhe had made rare deuices, rare deuices (for ſhe repeated it) to cauſe Harmony? Yes, ſhee did. Fa, la, la, la, la, ſol, la, mi, fa, hum—and did ſhee not ſay ſhee would not change her ſeruice for any vnder Heauen? Yes, ſhee did. Hum. And did ſhee not ſay ſhee could ſay more? Yes, ſhee did. Fa, la, la, la, la, ſol, la, mi, fa, pretty little Muſica! Fa, la, la, la, la, ſol, la, mi, fa, for ſhee ſung it three times I remember, pretty Muſica; diuine Aſtronomia!—the iuyce of the Gods Nepenthe were vineger to one of her kiſſes: diuine Aſtronomia! Vniuſt, blind god of loue, or not enfire My breſt; or, if thou doſt, crowne my deſire. What Siquis is that? Ile reade it, Sir.