Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 33 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
With the most ingenuous freedom of a Poet, I accept it: Grammaticus, that our contention ending in love, may make a tragic-comedy, I drink to you. I protest to you, Sir, I do put all former wrongs in the preterpluperfect Tense, and am glad of this happy Conjunction, and that we are all of us in such a merry Mood: but by the way, my Masters, these noun-adjectives of the Feminine gender, sit all this while undrunk to: Astronomia.— Intruth, Grammaticus, I am not in Case to pledge you: I pledged Astrologia even now, and I am not since half well. Arithmetica— If you Count again, you shall find that I drunk last. Rhetorica— here's to moisten your eloquent tongue. An eloquent tongue is never dry, Astrologia will pledge you for me. Astrologia— In troth I have been drinking my Belly full of Nectar; but just now, my thoughts were upon the present Conjunction of Mars and Venus. Why how now, Grammaticus! who do you drink to? faith thou art now a Noun Substantive indeed, for thou standst alone by thyself, without being joined to any of these Adjectives. Nay, do not you jest. What? dost thou make a jester of me? Nay, I Conjure you both; by our present meeting, that you go not out of the Circle of harmless mirth. methinks I see a Direct line pass from the Eye of geometre's to Astronomia's. Nay, will you, Poeta? you make Astronomia blush. Some Aqua vitae, I say, for geometre's. Why, Poeta? Why, he's a dying I think, his eyes are fixed in's head already. It may be, Poeta, you measure geometre's his looks by your own. methinks I see a Direct line pass from the Eye of geometre's to Astronomia's. I'm e'en stifled, I do not use to be in such a close Room, I love the Open Air. Alas! Astronomia's extreme ill. Friends, you are all heartily welcome, rest you here I pray, and we'll in with her. Astrologia, follow her, and see you be never from her all the while she's sick. I saw this disastrous chance in the stars, for as Mars and Venus were sporting, they were beheld by the rest of the envious gods. I'll in too, to sit and Talk with her, whiles she's sick. I'll in too, that I may— Be made sit down again. Alas, my Mistress! she did not look well. Astronomia sick? than all the heaven's awry, and my music's quite out of tune. 'Twas, I fear me, a fit of an Ague. Astronomia in a fit of an Ague? I never understood the Motus trepidationis of the Heaven before. Musicians, depart the room. The Musicians go out. By Ioue I came to be merry, and I will be merry. Here's an health to Astronomia. Here's a health to Astronomia. Here's a health to Astronomia. Sir, you wrong us all, not to take off your full measure. Oh, Sir, they that drink with Measure, drink without Measure.
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With the moſt ingenuous freedome of a Poet, I accept it: Grammaticus, that our contention ending in loue, may make a Tragike-Comedie, I drinke to you. I proteſt to you, Sir, I doe put all former wrongs in the praeter-plu-perfect Tence, and am glad of this happy Coniunction, and that we are all of vs in ſuch a merry Mood: but by the way, my Maſters, theſe Noune-Adiectiues of the Foeminine gender, ſit all this while vn-drunke to: Aſtronomia. — Intruth, Grammaticus, I am not in Caſe to pledge you: I pledg'd Aſtrologia euen now, and I am not ſince halfe well. Arithmetica— If you Count again, you ſhal find that I drunk laſt. Rhetorica—here's to moyſten your eloquent tongue. An eloquent tongue is neuer drie, Aſtrologia will pledge you for me. Aſtrologia— In troth I haue been drinking my Belly full of Nectar; but iuſt now, my thoughts were vpon the preſent Coniunction of Mars and Ʋenus. Why how now, Grammaticus! who doe you drinke to? faith thou art now a Noune Subſtantiue indeed, for thou ſtandſt alone by thy ſelfe, without being ioyn'd to any of theſe Adiectiues. Nay, doe not you ieſt. What? doſt thou make a Ieſter of me? Nay, I Coniure you both; by our preſent meeting, that you goe not out of the Circle of harmeleſſe mirth. Me thinks I ſee a Direct line paſſe from the Eye of Geometres to Aſtronomia's. Nay, will you, Poeta? you make Aſtronomia bluſh. Some Aqua vitae, I ſay, for Geometres. Why, Poeta? Why, hee's a dying I thinke, his eyes are fixt in's head alreadie. It may be, Poeta, you meaſure Geometres his lookes by your owne. Me thinks I ſee a Direct line paſſe from the Eye of Geometres to Aſtronomia's. I'm eu'n ſtifled, I doe not vſe to be in ſuch a cloſe Roome, I loue the Open Aire. Alas! Aſtronomia's extreme ill. Friends, you are all heartily welcome, reſt you here I pray, and weele in with her. Aſtrologia, follow her, and ſee you be neuer from her all the while ſhee's ſicke. I ſaw this diſaſtrous chance in the ſtarres, for as Mars and Venus were ſporting, they were beheld by the reſt of the enuious gods. Ile in too, to ſit and Talke with her, whiles ſhee's ſicke. Ile in too, that I may — Be made ſit downe againe. Alas, my Miſtris! Shee did not looke well. Aſtronomia ſicke? then all the Heauen's awry, and my Muſike's quite out of tune. 'Twas, I feare me, a fit of an Ague. Aſtronomia in a fit of an Ague? I neuer vnderſtood the Motus trepidationis of the Heauen before. Muſicians, depart the roome. The Muſicians go out. By Ioue I came to be merry, and I will be merry. Here's an health to Aſtronomia. Here's a health to Aſtronomia. Here's a health to Aſtronomia. Sir, you wrong vs all, not to take off your full meaſure. Oh, Sir, they that drinke with Meaſure, drinke without Meaſure.