The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 4 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 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Seemeth we are called of a moral intent If the words, that are spoken, as well now be meant. That Mr. Scogan I dare you ensure. Then, Son, our acquaintance is like to endure. A pretty game! like Crambe Mr. Scogan, Give me thy hand. thouart very lean, methinks. Is't living by thy wits? If it had been that, My worshipful Son, thou hadst ne'er been so fat. He tells you true Sr. Here's a gentleman (My pair of crafty Clerks) of that high carat, As hardly hath the age produced his like. Who not content with the wit of his own times, Is curious to know yours, and what hath been, Or is, or shall be. Note his Latitude! O, vir amplissimus! (Vt scholis dicimus) Et gentilissimus! The question-issimus Is, should he ask a sight now, for his life; I mean, a person, he would have restored, To memory of these times, for a Playfellow, Whether you would present him, with an Hermes, Or, with an Howl-glass? An owlglass To come, to pass On his Father's Ass; There never was, By day, nor night, A finer sight. With feathers upright In his horned cap, And crooked shape, Much like an Ape. With Owl on fist, And Glass at his wrist. Except the sour Knaves entertained for the guards, Of the Kings, & the Queens that triumph in the cards. ay, that were a sight and a half, I confess, To see 'em come skipping in, all at a mess! With Elinor Rumming. To make up the mumming; That comely Gill, That dwelled on a hill, But she is not grill: Her face all bouzy, Droopy, and drowsy, Scurvy, and lousy, Comely crinkled, Wondrously wrinkled, Like a roast pig's ear, Bristled with hair. Or, what do you say to Ruffian Fitz-Ale? An excellent sight, if he be not too stale. But then, we can mix him with modern Vapours, The Child of Tobacco, his pipes, and his papers. You talked of Elinor Rumming, I had rather See Ellen of Troy. Her you shall see. But credit me, That Marie Ambree (Who marched so free. To the siege of Gaunt, And death could not daunt, As the Ballad doth vaunt) Were a braver wight, And a better sight. Or Westmister Meg, With her long leg, As long as a Crane; And feet like a plane: With a pair of heels, As broad as two wheels; To drive down the dew, As she goes to the stew: And turns home metry, By Lambeth ferry. Or you may have come In, Thomas Thumb, In a pudding fat With Doctor Rat. ay, that! that! that! we'll have'em all, To fill the Hall. What! are they vanished! where is skipping Skelton? Or moral Scogan? I do like their show And would have thank 'em, being the first grace The Company of the Rosie-Crosse hath done me.
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Seemeth wee are call'd of a morall intent If the words, that are spoken, as well now be ment. That Mr. Scogan I dare you ensure. Then, Sonne, our acquaintance is like to indure. A pretty game! like Crambe. Mr. Scogan, Giue me thy hand. Thou'art very leane, me thinks. Is't liuing by thy witts? If it had bin that, My worshipfull Sonne, thou hadst ne'r bin so fatt. He tels you true Sr. Here's a gentleman (My paire of crafty Clearkes) of that high caract, As hardly hath the age produc't his like. Who not content with the witt of his owne times, Is curious to know yours, and what hath bin, Or is, or shall be. Note his Latitude! O, vir amplissimus! (Vt scholis dicimus) Et gentilissimus! The question-issimus Is, should he aske a sight now, for his life; I meane, a person, he would haue restor'd, To memorie of these times, for a Play-fellow, Whether you would present him, with an Hermes, Or, with an Howle-glas? An Howleglasse To come, to passe On his Fathers Asse; There neuer was, By day, nor night, A finer sight. With fethers vpright In his horned cap, And crooked shape, Much like an Ape. With Owle on sist, And Glasse at his wrist. Except the soure Knaues entertain'd for the guards, Of the Kings, & ye Queenes that triumph in ye cards. I, that were a sight and a halfe, I confesse, To see 'hem come skipping in, all at a messe! With Elinor Rumming. To make vp the mumming; That comely Gill, That dwelt on a hill, But she is not grill: Her face all bowsy, Droopie, and drowsie, Scuruy, and lowsie, Comely crinkled, Wondersly wrinkled, Like a rost pigs eare, Bristled with haire. Or, what do you say to Ruffian Fitz-Ale? An excellent sight, if he be not too stale. But then, we can mix him with moderne Vapors, The Child of Tobacco, his pipes, and his papers. You talk'd of Elinor Rumming, I had rather See Ellen of Troy. Her you shall see. But credit mee, That Marie Ambree (Who march'd so free. To the siege of Gaunt, And death could not daunt, As the Ballad doth vaunt) Were a brauer wight, And a better sight. Or Westmister Meg, With her long leg, As long as a Crane; And feet like a plane: With a paire of heeles, As broad as two wheeles; To driue downe the dew, As she goes to the stew: And turnes home metry, By Lambeth ferry. Or you may haue come In, Thomas Thumbe, In a pudding fatt With Doctor Ratt. I, that! that! that! Wee'll haue'em all, To fill the Hall. What! are they vanish'd! where is skipping Skelton? Or morall Scogan? I doe like their shew And would haue thankt'hem, being the first grace The Company of the Rosie-Crosse hath done me.