The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 1 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1625 · first performed or written 1625 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.70 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Like a lightning from the sky, or an arrow shot by Love, Or a Bird of his let fly; Be't a Sparrow, or a Dove: With that winged haste, come I, loosed from the Sphere of Ioue, To wish goodnight to your delight. Oh, oh! In Saturn's name, the Father of my Lord! What overcharged piece of Melancholy Is this, breaks in between my wishes thus, With bombing sighs? No! no Intelligence! Not yet! and all my vows now nine days old! Blindness of fate! Puppies had seen by this time: But I see nothing! that I should! or would see! What mean the Brethren of the Rosie-Crosse So to desert their votary! O! 'tis one Hath vowed himself unto that airy order, And now is gaping for the fly they promised him. I'll mix a little with him for my sport. Have I both in my lodging, and my diet, My clothes, and every other solemn charge Observed 'em! made the naked boards my bed! A faggot for my pillow! hungered sore! And thirsted after'em! To look gaunt, and lean! Which will not be. (Who's that?) yes, and outwatched, Yea, and outwalked any Ghost alive In solitary circle, worn my boots, Knees, arms, and elbows out! Ran on the score! That have I (who suggests that?) and for more Than I will speak of, to abate this flesh, And have not gained the sight; Nay scarce the sense, (Voice, thou art right) of any thing but a cold Wind in my stomach. And a kind of whimsy. Here in my head, that puts me to the staggers, Whether there be that Brotherhood, or no. Believe frail man, they be: And thou shalt see. What shall I see? Me. Thee? Where? Here. If you Be Mr. Mere-fool. Sir, our name is merry-fool. But by contraction Mere-fool. Then are you The wight I seek: and Sr. my name is Iohphiel, Intelligence to the Sphere of Iupiter, An aery jocular spirit, employed to you From Father OUTIS. OUTIS? who is he? Know ye not OUTIS? Then know Nobody: The good old Hermit, that was said to dwell Here in the forest without trees, that built The Castle in the air, where all the Brethren Rhodostaurotic live. It flies with wings, And runs on wheels: where Iulian de Campis Holds out the brandished blade. Is't possible They think on me? Rise, be not lost in wonder, But hear me, and be faithful. All the Brethren Have heard your vows, salute you, and expect you, By me, this next return. But the good Father Has been content to die for you. For me? For you. Last new-year's day, which some give out Because it was his Birthday, and began The year of jubilee, he would rest upon it, Being his hundred five and twentieth year: But the truth is, having observed your Genesis, He would not live, because he might leave all He had to you. What had he? Had? An office, Two, three, or four. Where?
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Like a lightning from the skie, or an arrow shot by Loue, Or a Bird of his let fly; Bee't a Sparrow, or a Doue: With that winged hast, come I, loosed from the Sphere of Ioue, To wish good-night to your delight. Oh, oh! In Saturn's name, the Father of my Lord! What ouer-charged peice of Melancholie Is this, breakes in betweene my wishes thus, With bombing sighes? No! no Intelligence! Not yet! and all my vowes now nine dayes old! Blindnes of fate! Puppies had seene by this time: But I see nothing! that I should! or would see! What meane the Brethren of the Rosie-Crosse So to desert their votary! O! tis one Hath vow'd himselfe vnto that aërie order, And now is gaping for the flie they promis'd him. I'll mixe a little with him for my sport. Haue I both in my lodging, and my diet, My cloaths, and euery other solemne charge Obseru'd 'hem! made the naked bords my bed! A fagot for my pillow! hungred sore! And thirsted after'hem! To looke gaunt, and leane! Which will not be. (Who's that?) yes, and outwatcht, Yea, and out-walked any Ghost aliue In solitarie circle, worne my bootes, Knees, armes, and elbowes out! Ran on the score! That haue I (who suggests that?) and for more Then I will speake of, to abate this flesh, And haue not gaind the sight; Nay scarce the sense, (Voice, thou art right) of any thing but a cold Wind in my stomacke. And a kind of whimsie. Here in my head, that puts me to the staggers, Whether there be that Brotherhood, or no. Beleeue fraile man, they be: And thou shalt see. What shall I see? Mee. Thee? Where? Here. If you Be Mr. Mere-Foole. Sir, our name is Mery-Foole. But by contraction Mere-Foole. Then are you The wight I seeke: and Sr. my name is Iohphiel, Intelligence to the Sphere of Iupiter, An aëry iocular spirit, imploy'd to you From Father OVTIS. OVTIS? who is hee? Know yee not OVTIS? Then know Nobody: The good old Hermit, that was said to dwell Here in the forest without trees, that built The Castle in the aire, where all the Brethren Rhodostaurotick liue. It flies with wings, And runnes on wheeles: where Iulian de Campis Holds out the brandisht blade. Is't possible They thinke on mee? Rise, be not lost in wonder, But heare mee, and be faithfull. All the Brethren Haue heard your vowes, salute you, and expect you, By mee, this next returne. But the good Father Has bin content to die for you. For mee? For you. Last New-years day, which some giue out Because it was his Birth-day, and began The yeare of Iubile, he would rest vpon it, Being his hundred fiue and twentith yeare: But the truth is, hauing obseru'd your Genesis, He would not liue, because he might leaue all He had to you. What had hee? Had? An office, Two, three, or foure. Where?