Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 51 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 491 words
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Nay, Logicus, you have little reason to say so, I can tell you: for if we take a view of the most illustrious Age, that ever the world enjoyed, which I think to be the time of the twelve Roman Caesars; wherein Arms and Learning were at their height, you may observe Poetry to have been most famous, embraced by Emperors, admired by all who laboured to have their names amongst the Learned. But for Logicians, alas, (I must speak the truth) as their names were unknown, so were their endeavours buried in obscurity: Indeed those times were thrifty, and active: but these, out of a wanton softness of a dainty sloth, do only spin out these Spiderwebs of curiosity; and it hath been often my meditation, to have an amputation of such Excrescencies, and to cause that our youth which is to be instructed for future use, should not consume the strength of their wits, in an injurious labour of fruitless vanities. I do not deny a just knowledge of your faculty, to be most necessary, and ourselves thereinto have an advantage of former times: but yet, alas! how many thousand famous Orators have there been without Logic? how many eternal Poets without Logic? whose divine eloquence could speak beyond all Logic; without all Logic. Reverend Polites, necessity has imposed a bad message upon me, though unfit: Astronomia is in a trance, and only the Heavens know whether or no she will again recover. (I knew it boded no good luck, that all my Lute-strings cracked last night of their own accord.) All the gods forbid; ah dear Astronomia, grief upon grief still: Indeed Musica, thou wast an unfit Messenger for such sad news: for this contention, it must rest undecided till another occasion. Causidicus, I warn you to be in a readiness to appear, when you are sent for. Pardon, good Polites, honoured Polites, good Polites, pardon. Grammaticus what thinkest thou of this departure? is it not pretty? By my faith, I could make a bad Construction of it: this may be but a trick; well, Poeta, I perceive you have some Invention. You abuse the integrity of our Honourable judge. Thou talk of integrity? go, go, thou art a cracked Pitcher, a broken pisspot, Polites talks against Logicians; whenas your Logicians are the only Scholars in the world: but the best is he does but talk against them. The only Scholars? the only Dunces. Sirrah, Dunces? Yes Loggerhead, Dunces: dost thou murmur? thou know'st not the Letters of thy Alphabet yet. How you Slave? Nay, never make a Vizard of thy scurvy face: I say thou know'st not the Letters of thy Alphabet: have not I heard thee say? Omne A. est B. Omne B. est C. Ergo Omne A. est C. and indeed I think there is a like reason, for A. may as well be C. as B. but fare you well Blockhead, fare you well.
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Nay, Logicus, you haue little reaſon to ſay ſo, I can tel you: for if we take a view of the moſt illuſtrious Age, that euer the world inioy'd, which I thinke to be the time of the twelue Romane Caeſars; wherein Armes and Learning were at their height, you may obſerue Poetrie to haue beene moſt famous, embraced by Emperours, admired by all who laboured to haue their names amongſt the Learned. But for Logicians, alas, (I muſt ſpeake the truth) as their names were vnknowne, ſo were their endeuours buried in obſcuritie: Indeede thoſe times were thriftie, and actiue: but theſe, out of a wanton ſoftneſſe of a daintie ſloth, doe onely ſpinne out theſe Spider-webs of curioſitie; and it hath beene often my meditation, to haue an amputation of ſuch Excreſcencies, and to cauſe that our youth which is to bee inſtructed for future vſe, ſhould not conſume the ſtrength of their wits, in an iniurious labour of fruitleſſe vanities. I doe not denie a iuſt knowledge of your facultie, to be moſt neceſſarie, and our ſelues thereinto haue an aduantage of former times: but yet, alas! how many thouſand famous Oratours haue there beene without Logicke? how many eternall Poets without Logicke? whoſe diuine eloquence could ſpeake beyond all Logicke; without all Logicke. Reuerend Polites, neceſſitie has impos'd a bad meſſage vpon me, though vnfit: Aſtronomia is in a trance, and onely the Heauens know whether or no ſhe will againe recouer. (I knew it boded no good lucke, that all my Luteſtrings crack't laſt night of their owne accord.) All the gods forbid; ah deare Aſtronomia, griefe vpon griefe ſtill: Indeed Muſica, thou waſt an vnfit Meſſenger for ſuch ſad newes: for this contention, it muſt reſt vndecided till another occaſion. Cauſidicus, I warne you to bee in a readineſſe to appeare, when you are ſent for. Pardon, good Polites, honour'd Polites, good Polites, pardon. Grammaticus what thinkeſt thou of this departure? is it not prettie? By my faith, I could make a bad Conſtruction of it: this may bee but a tricke; well, Poeta, I perceiue you haue ſome Inuention. You abuſe the integritie of our Honorable Iudge. Thou talke of integritie? goe, goe, thou art a crackt Pitcher, a broken Piſſe-pot, Polites talkes againſt Logicians; when as your Logicians are the onely Schollers in the world: but the beſt is he does but talke againſt them. The onely Schollers? the onely Dunces. Sirrah, Dunces? Yes Logger-head, Dunces: doeſt thou murmure? thou know'ſt not the Letters of thy Alphabet yet. How you Slaue? Nay, neuer make a Vizard of thy ſcuruie face: I ſay thou know'ſt not the Letters of thy Alphabet: haue not I heard thee ſay? Omne A. eſt B. Omne Bſt C. Ergo Omne A. eſt C. and indeede I thinke there is a like reaſon, for A. may as well bee C. as B. but fare you well Blockhead, fare you well.