The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 2 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1625 · first performed or written 1625 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
In the upper Region: And that you'll find. The Farm of the great Customs, Through all the Ports of the Airs Intelligences; Then Constable of the Castle Rosy-Crosse: Which you must be, and Keeper of the Keys Of the whole cabal, with the Seals; you shall be Principal Secretary to the Stars; Know all their signatures, and combinations, The divine rods, and consecrated roots. What not? Would you turn trees up like the wind, To show your strength? march over heads of armies, Or points of pikes, to show your lightness? force All doors of arts, with the petard, of your wit? read at one view all books? speak all the languages Of several creatures? master all the learnings Were, are, or shallbe? or, to show your wealth, Open all treasures, hid by nature, from The rock of Diamond, to the mine of Seacoal? Sir, you shall do it. But how? Why, by his skill, Of which he has left you the inheritance, Here in a pot: this little galley pot, Of tincture, high rose tincture. there's your a Order, You will ha' your Collar sent you, ere't be long. I looked Sr. for a halter, I was desperate. Reach forth your hand: O Sr. a broken sleeve Keeps the arm back as 'tis i'the proverb. Nay, For that I do commend you: you must be poor With all your wealth, & learning. When you ha'made Your glasses, gardens in the depth of winter, Where you will walk invisible to Mankind, Talked with all birds & beasts in their own language, When you have penetrated hills like air, Dived to the bottom of the Sea, like lead, And risen again like cork, walked in the fire An 'twere a Salamander, passed through all The winding orbs, like an Intelligence, Up to the Empyreum, when you have made The World your gallery, can dispatch a business In some three minutes, with the Antipodes, And in five more, negotiate the Globe over; You must be poor still. By my place, I know it. Where would you wish to be now? or what to see? Without the fortunate purse to bear your charges, Or wishing hat? I will but touch your temples, The corners of your eyes, and tinct the tip, The very tip o' your nose, with this Collyrium And you shall see i' the air all the Ideas, Spirits, and atoms, Flies, that buzz about This way, and that way, and are rather admirable, Than any way intelligible. O, come, tinct me, Tinct me: I long, save this great belly, I long. But shall I only see? See, and command As they were all your valets, or your footboys: But first you must declare, (your Greatness must, For that is now your style) what you would see, Or whom. Is that my style? My Greatness, then, Would see King Zoroastres. Why you shall: Or any one beside. Think whom you please? Your thousand, Your ten thousand, to a million: All's one to me, if you could name a myriad.
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In the vpper Region: And that you'll find. The Farme of the great Customes, Through all the Ports of the Aires Intelligences; Then Constable of the Castle Rosy-Crosse: Which you must be, and Keeper of the Keyes Of the whole Kaball, with the Seales; you shall be Principall Secretarie to the Starres; Know all their signatures, and combinations, The diuine rods, and consecrated roots. What not? Would you turne trees vp like the wind, To shew your strength? march ouer heads of armies, Or points of pikes, to shew your lightnesse? force All doores of arts, with the petarr, of your wit? Reade at one view all books? speake all the languages Of seuerall creatures? master all the learnings Were, are, or shallbe? or, to shew your wealth, Open all treasures, hid by nature, from The rocke of Diamond, to the mine of Sea-coale? Sir, you shall doe it. But how? Why, by his skill, Of which he has left you the inheritance, Here in a pot: this little gally pot, Of tincture, high rose tincture. Ther's your Order, You will ha' your Collar sent you, er't be long. I lookt Sr. for a halter, I was desperate. Reach forth your hand: O Sr. a broken sleeue Keepes the arme back as'tis i'the prouerbe. Nay, For that I doe commend you: you must be poore With al your wealth, & learning. Whē you ha'made Your glasses, gardens in the depth of winter, Where you will walke inuisible to Mankinde, Talkt with all birds & beasts in their owne language, When you haue penetrated hills like ayre, Diu'd to the bottome of the Sea, like lead, And riss'againe like corke, walk't in the fire An 'twere a Salamander, pass'd through all The winding orbes, like an Intelligence, Vp to the Empyreum, when you haue made The World your gallery, can dispatch a busines In some three minuts, with the Antipodes, And in fiue more, negotiate the Globe ouer; You must be poore still. By my place, I know it. Where would you wish to be now? or what to see? Without the fortunate purse to beare your charges, Or wishing hat? I will but touch your temples, The corners of your eyes, and tinct the tip, The very tip o' your nose, with this Collyrium And you shall see i' the aire all the Ideas, Spirits, and Atomes, Flies, that buz about This way, and that way, and are rather admirable, Then any way intelligible. O, come, tinct me, Tinct me: I long, saue this great belly, I long. But shall I onely see? See, and commaund As they were all your vallets, or your foot-boyes: But first you must declare, (your Greatnes must, For that is now your stile) what you would see, Or whom. Is that my stile? My Greatnes, then, Would see King Zoroastres. Why you shall: Or any one beside. Thinke whom you please? Your thousand, Your ten thousand, to a million: All's one to me, if you could name a myriad.