Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 16 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 464 words
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Sir, I count my Profession Crowned, when I plead most causes: and since I have at this present Sir, some importunate avocation of businesses; I will promise you a meditated defence, and when you please but to intimate the instant of your necessity, I shall fly to you as swiftly, as with the wings of Angels. Sir, I partly know you, is not your name Master Logicus? I am called so, Sir. Then fare you well, good Master Logicus. Fare you well good Master Causidicus. Now look to thyself Poeta, for I shall make thee fly to thy railing iambics: but look to thyself, I say, for I have put a sword into a madman's hand against thee. I Perceive to what Centre all the lines of your Circle tend. You would rather say to what Circumference all the lines run from my Centre. Lo, now you have confessed: and is't Astronomia that must so Outshine Arithmetica? well, were her beauties as the Stars, I'll make them want the beauty of all beauties, Number; that they shall only be uncertainly gazed upon, under an Indefinite multitude. You're out, you're out in your Account Arithmetica, believe me you are: I only intimated your suspicion, not expressed mine own desires. Well, geometre's, I have known the time when your love to Arithmetica was more Solid, and not thus Superficial; the time was when geometre's would not do any thing without Arithmetica; not measure a Foot of ground, but ask of Arithmetica how many Inches it was; not an Inch but inquire of Arithmetica how many Grains were in't: but now forsooth the pride of his desires is raised to an Higher pitch; and now Astronomia is the Star upon which his eye is fixed, and now Astronomia is the Magnetic Pole, after which the Loadstone of his heart doth turn. And Astronomia— Peace. What? can't you endure to hear the name of your dearest Astronomia? Not from that mouth. Because I cannot praise her Infinitely? why then methinks not from your own, because you cannot praise her without Measure; well, geometre's, forgive me, but I must love thee. Come, dearest; I'll be a Globe, be thou the Axle-tree: I'll be a Circle, be thou the Diameter: I'll be— A chaste virgin! I think she'll get herself with child by an imagination, without marrying; for she doth already, methinks, Multiply exceedingly, and Bring forth: well, I'll leave you, or else there is no way, Arithmetica, to stay your Progression. Well, geometre's, know, when thou once forsakest Number, thou then runnest headlong into confusion; but this is the misery of enthralled affections; yet since I cannot dissettle them, I will mitigate them; and so long count them at least supportable, as they shall not exceed Number and Measure.
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Sir, I count my Profeſsion Crown'd, when I plead moſt cauſes: and ſince I haue at this preſent Sir, ſome importunate auocation of buſineſſes; I will promiſe you a meditated defence, and when you pleaſe but to intimate the inſtant of your neceſſitie, I ſhall fly to you as ſwiftly, as with the wings of Angels. Sir, I partly know you, is not your name Maſter Logicus? I am called ſo, Sir. Then fare you well, good Maſter Logicus. Fare you well good Maſter Cauſidicus. Now looke to thy ſelfe Poeta, for I ſhall make thee fly to thy rayling Iambicks: but looke to thy ſelfe, I ſay, for I haue put a ſword into a mad-mans hand againſt thee. I Perceiue to what Center all the lines of your Circle tend. You would rather ſay to what Circumference all the lines runne from my Center. Loe, now you haue confes'd: and is't Aſtronomia that muſt ſo Out-ſhine Arithmetica? well, were her beauties as the Starres, Ile make them want the beautie of all beauties, Number; that they ſhall onely bee vncertainely gaz'd vpon, vnder an Indefinite multitude. You're out, you're out in your Account Arithmetica, beleeue mee you are: I onely intimated your ſuſpicion, not expres'd mine owne deſires. Well, Geometres, I haue knowne the time when your loue to Arithmetica was more Solid, and not thus Superficiall; the time was when Geometres would not doe any thing without Arithmetica; not meaſure a Foote of ground, but aske of Arithmetica how many Inches it was; not an Inch but inquire of Arithmetica how many Graines were in't: but now forſooth the pride of his deſires is rais'd to an Higher pitch; and now Aſtronomia is the Starre vpon which his eye is fixt, and now Aſtronomia is the Magneti que Pole, after which the Load-ſtone of his heart doth turne. And Aſtronomia— Peace. VVhat? can't you endure to heare the name of your deareſt Aſtronomia? Not from that mouth. Becauſe I cannot praiſe her Infinitely? why then me thinks not from your owne, becauſe you cannot praiſe her without Meaſure; well, Geometres, forgiue me, but I muſt loue thee. Come, deareſt; Ile be a Globe, be thou the Axle-tree: Ile be a Circle, be thou the Diameter: Ile be — A chaſte virgin! I thinke ſhee'l get her ſelfe with childe by an imagination, without marrying; for ſhee doth already, me thinks, Multiply exceedingly, and Bring foorth: well, Ile leaue you, or elſe there is no way, Arithmetica, to ſtay your Progreſſion. VVell, Geometres, know, when thou once forſakeſt Number, thou then run'ſt headlong into confuſion; but this is the miſery of inthral'd affections; yet ſince I cannot diſſettle them, I will mitigate them; and ſo long count them at leaſt ſupportable, as they ſhall not exceede Number and Meaſure.