The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 3 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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I have named him. youhave reason. ay, I have reason. Because he's said to be the Father of conjurers, And a cunning man i'the stars. ay, that's it troubles us. A little for the present: For, at this time He is confuting a French Almanac, But he will straight have done, Ha' you but patience; Or think but any other in mean time, Any hard name. Then, Hermes Trismegistus. O, {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Why, you shall see him, A fine hard name. Or him, or whom you will, As I said to you afore. Or what do you think Of Howl-glass, in stead of him? No, him I have a mind to. O', but Ulenspiegel Were such a name! but you shall have your longing. What luck is this, he should be busy to? He is weighing water, but to fill three hourglasses, And mark the day in pennyworths like a cheese, And he has done. 'tis strange you should name him Of all the rest! there being Iamblicus, Or Porphyrie, or Proclus, any name That is not busy. Let me see Pythagoras. Good. or Plato, Plato, is framing some ideas, Are now bespoken, at a groat a dozen, Three gross at least: And, for Pythagoras, He has rashly run himself on an employment, Of keeping Asses from a field of beans; And cannot be staved off. Then, Archimedes. Yes, Archimedes! ay, or Aesop. Nay, Hold your first man, a good man, Archimedes, And worthy to be seen; but he is now Inventing a rare Mousetrap with Owls wings And a Cats-foot, to catch the Mice alone: And Aesop, he is filing a Fox tongue, For a new fable he has made of Court; But you shall see 'em all, stay but your time And ask in season; Things asked out of season A man denies himself. At such a time As Christmas, when disguising is o' foot, To ask of the inventions, and the men, The wits, and the engines that move those Orbs! methinks, you should inquire now, after Skelton, Or Mr. Scogan. Scogan? what was he? O' a fine gentleman, and a Master of Arts, Of Henry the fourth's times, that made disguises For the king's sons, and writ in ballad-royal Daintily well. But, wrote he like a Gentleman? In rhyme! fine tinkling rhyme! and flowand verse! With now & then some sense! & he was paid for't, Regarded, and rewarded: which few Poets Are now adays. And why. 'Cause every Dabbler In rhyme is thought the same. But you shall see him. Hold up your nose. I had rather see a Brathman, Or a Gymnosophist yet. You shall see him, Sir. Is worth them both. And with him Domine Skelton, The worshipful Poet Laureate to K. Harry And Tytire tu of those times. Advance quick Scogan, And quicker Skelton, show your crafty heads, Before this Heir of arts, this Lord of learning, This Master of all knowledge in reversion.
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I haue nam'd him. You'haue reason. I, I haue reason. Because he's said to be the Father of coniurers, And a cunning man i'the starres. I, that's it troubles vs. A little for the present: For, at this time He is confuting a French Almanack, But he will straight haue don, Ha' you but patience; Or thinke but any other in meane time, Any hard name. Then, Hermes Trismegistus. O, Why, you shall see him, A fine hard name. Or him, or whom you will, As I said to you afore. Or what do you thinke Of Howle-glasse, in stead of him? No, him I haue a minde to. O', but Vlen-spiegle Were such a name! but you shal haue your longing. What lucke is this, he should be busie to? He is waighing water, but to fill three houreglasses, And marke the day in pen'orths like a cheese, And he has done. Tis strange you should name him Of all the rest! there being Iamblicus, Or Porphyrie, or Proclus, any name That is not busy. Let me see Pythagoras. Good. or Plato, Plato, is framing some Idea's, Are now bespoken, at a groat a dozen, Three grosse at least: And, for Pythagoras, He 'has rashly run himselfe on an imployment, Of keeping Asses from a feild of beanes; And cannot be stau'd off. Then, Archimedes. Yes, Archimedes! I, or Aesope. Nay, Hold your first man, a good man, Archimedes, And worthy to be seene; but he is now Inventing a rare Mouse-trap with Owles wings And a Catts-foote, to catch the Mise alone: And Aesop, he is filing a Fox tongue, For a new fable he has made of Court; But you shall see 'hem all, stay but your time And aske in season; Things ask'd out of season A man denies himselfe. At such a time As Christmas, when disguising is o' foote, To aske of the inventions, and the men, The witts, and the ingines that moue those Orbes! Me thinkes, you should enquire now, after Skelton, Or Mr. Scogan. Scogan? what was he? O' a fine gentleman, and a Master of Arts, Of Henry the fourth's times, that made disguises For the Kings sonnes, and writ in ballad-royall Daintily well. But, wrote he like a Gentleman? In rime! fine tinckling rime! and flowand verse! With now & then some sense! & he was paid for't, Regarded, and rewarded: which few Poets Are now adaies. And why. 'Cause euery Dabler In rime is thought the same. But you shall see him. Hold vp your nose. I had rather see a Brathman, Or a Gymnosophist yet. You shall see him, Sir. Is worth them both. And with him Domine Skelton, The worshipfull Poet Laureat to K. Harry And Tytire tu of those times. Aduance quick Scogan, And quicker Skelton, shew your craftie heads, Before this Heyre of arts, this Lord of learning, This Master of all knowledge in reuersion.