The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 2 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1625 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 found. The Farm of the great Customs, Through all the Ports of the Airs Intelligences; Than 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 petarre, of your wit? Read at one view all books? speak all the languages Of several creatures? master all the learnings Were, are, or shall be? or, to show your wealth, Open all treasures, hid by nature, from The rock of Diamond, to the mine of Sea-coal? 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 Order, You will ha' your Collar sent you, ere't be long. I looked Sir, for a halter, I was desperate. Reach forth your hand. O Sir, 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, and learning. When you ha'made Your glasses, gardens in the depth of Winter, Where you will walk invisible to Mankind, Talked with all birds and beasts in their own language, When you have penetrated hills like air, Dived to the bottom of the Sea, like lead. And rose ' 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 varlets, or your footboys: But first you must declare, (your greatness must, For that is now your stile) what you would see. Or whom. Is that my stile? My Greatness, than, 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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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In the upper 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 Roſie-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 divine rods, and conſecrated roots. What not? Would you turne trees up 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 petarre, of your wit? Reade at one view all bookes? ſpeake all the languages Of ſeverall creatures? maſter all the learnings Were, are, or ſhall be? 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. There's your Order, You will ha' your Collar ſent you, er't be long. I lookt Sir, for a halter, I was deſperate. Reach forth your hand. O Sir, a broken ſleeve Keepes the arme back as 'tis i'the proverbe. Nay, For that I doe commend you: you muſt be poore With all your wealth, and learning. When you ha'made Your glaſſes, gardens in the depth of Winter, Where you will walke inviſible to Man-kind, Talkt with all birds and beaſts in their owne language, When you have penetrated hills like ayre, Div'd to the bottome of the Sea, like leade. And riſs' againe like corke, walk't in the fire An 'twere a Salamander, paſs'd through all The winding orbes, like an Intelligence, Up to the Empyreum, when you have made The World your gallery, can diſpatch a buſineſſe In ſome three minutes, with the Antipodes, And in five more, negotiate the Globe over; 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 ayre all the Idea's, 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, ſave this great belly, I long. But ſhall I onely ſee? See, and command As they were all your varlets, or your foot-boyes: But firſt you muſt declare, (your greatneſſe muſt, For that is now your ſtile) what you would ſee. Or whom. Is that my ſtile? My Greatneſſe, 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.