The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 3 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 · 498 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.
I have named him. You've reason. I, I have reason. Because he's said to be the Father of conjurers, And a cunning man i'the stars. I, that's it troubles us. A little for the present: For, at this time He is confuting a French Almanac, But he will strait have done, Ha' you but patience; Or think but any other in mean time, Any hard name. Than, 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 think Of Howl-glass, in stead of him. Not, him I have a mind to. O, but Eulenspiegel. Were such a name! but you shall have your longing. What luck is this, he should be busy too? He is weighing water, but to fill three hourglasses, And mark the day in pen ' orths like a cheese, And he has done. 'Tis strange you should name him Of all the rest! there being Jamblicus, Or Porphyry, 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 lest: And, for Pythagoras, He ' has rashly run himself on an employment, Of keeping Asses from a field of beans; And cannot be staved of. Than, Archimedes. Yes, Archimedes! I, 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 Catts-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'hem 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! Me thinks, you should inquire now, after Skelton, Or Mr. Skogan. Skogan? 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 flow and verse! With now and than some sense! and 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 Brachman, 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 Tityrus tu of those times. Advance quick Skogan, 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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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I have nam'd him. You'ave reaſon. I, I have reaſon. Becauſe he's ſaid to be the Father of conjurers, And a cunning man i'the ſtarres. I, that's it troubles us. A little for the preſent: For, at this time He is confuting a French Almanack, But he will ſtraight have done, 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 doe you thinke Of Howle-glaſſe, in ſtead of him. No, him I have a mind to. O', but Vlen-ſpiegle. Were ſuch a name! but you ſhall have your longing. What lucke is this, he ſhould be buſie too? He is waighing water, but to fill three houre-glaſſes, 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 Jamblicus, Or Porphyrie, or Proclus, any name That is not buſie. 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 field of beanes; And cannot be ſtav'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-foot, 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 as'kd out of ſeaſon A man denies himſelfe. At ſuch a time As Chriſtmas, when diſguiſing is o'foot, To aske of the inventions, and the men, The witts, and the ingines that move thoſe Orbes! Me thinkes, you ſhould enquire now, after Skelton, Or Mr. Skogan. Skogan? 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 flow and verſe! With now and then ſome ſence! and he was paid for't, Regarded, and rewarded: which few Poets Are now adaies. And why? 'Cauſe every Dabler In rime is thought the ſame. But you ſhall ſee him. Hold up your noſe. I had rather ſee a Brachman, 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. Advance quick Skogan, And quicker Skelton, ſhew your craftie heads, Before this Heire of arts, this Lord of learning, This Maſter of all knowledge in reverſion.