in Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts — Holyday, Barten
Metadata
Play
Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts
Author
Holyday, Barten
Year (catalogued)
1618
First performance
1618
Decade
1610s
Genre
Academic Comedy
Play type
University
Theater
at University;
Speech prefix(es)
Aſtron.
Words
776
Characters
4000
Typicality
0.38 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A03496
BritDrama no.
1860
Cluster
Cluster 4 — Constant hearts & virtuous ladies
Important excerpts
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Full speech
What shall I, Geographus? What? of spite of my teeth? Marry and I hope I do not use to kiss without them. What? is't the Court humour then to kiss a Maid out of breath? Faith for my partly Sir Courtier, then I am not ac quainted with a long breath; though, I think, they that use kissing much, are acquainted with long breathes, for, I warrant them, they may be smelled far enough off. If it be So Sir, then I pray you keep you there still; for My Zone, I'll assure you, as yet is a Temperate one; pardon me Sir, Ʋ ngirt Ʋ nblest: if I am not Fast, I'm Lose, untie the Heavens and take away their Zones, we should have brave Skie-falling. Geog. I, and brave Larke-catching, (pretty Bird) ah! were they all such as Thee, it should be my First wish. I perceive Sir, then you Courtiers are ready to take a Maid at the Fallen; Well Sir, but let go your hand from my girdle, he that has that, shall have me and all. Pray le be; be Modest yet; I think yowl force me to say be Honest, leave, or I'll Cry. Nay, pray you, be not Elephantine; I suppose you have been in India, and pierce the Phrase. Won't I? what? Be kind? how? Marry— Oh Sir, your apprehension it too nimble; I was saying, marry gracious are the Fates, to deliver a Maid from the violence of a Ravisher. I must behave my self now as demurely, as a Gentlewoman when she's eating and Egg, well I'll prevent her, and go meet Her, or else she will be Meet with Me. FOrsooth, and it please you— And please you forsooth it was— It was forsooth and please you— Why then forsooth since it pleases you— Alas forsooth, I was coming of mine accord, to tell you forsooth. It was forsooth—. My Uncle Ethicus. No forsooth, he came to invite me to his House to a Banquet. And marveled that you and I were so great stran gers at his house. But I promised, for my self, my oftener presence hereafter, and bid Ethicus persuade himself, that though you did not come to him in person, yet that your love and best Affections dwelled always with him; and I did my best to make partly of and excuse for you. No. But it seems I have offended Nature; for Ime sure my mother Physica has poured out her affection to ward me. Nay, I have been held upon her Items: Item, for being in company with Geographus: Item, for being in come pany with Astrologiam — Item, for wearing my best clothes every day: Alas, alas, do's my Mother think All Nature's desire the same things? It pleases Her in Summer to wear one kind of gar meant; in Winter another; in Autumn and Spring as diffe rend: another perhaps would count this pride in her: I wear always the same, which me thinks her age (but that, Age is froward) might interpret, as a three-sold virtue, Humility, Thrift, and Constancy: but — You abuse me, Astrologiam: baseness? Alas! would you Parallel Geometres with Geogra phus? you may as well liken the Middle of the Earth to the whole Circumference: or, but some Angle to a whole Map. Marry thou sayest true, for I think there he is in deed. Come, let's begun; for I think every one now a Spy: for my mother told me shee'd set more Eyes beside Musicaes to attend me hereafter: but Musicam, do thou turn that way and meet him, that if he be one, I may know whom to thank for my mother's next kind salutation. FA, la, la, la, la, Solemnizing, la, mi, fa. In, Grammaticus, I am not in Case to pledge you: I pledged Astrologiam even now, and I am not since half well. I'm even stifled, I do not use to be in such a close Room, I love the Open Air. Nay, let it be pure Water. Nay, I shall never live, if I leave moving. Indeed, I confess that; and it's at that season, my only diet. Indeed, I confess, I am too neglective of that. Musicam, some drink; me thinks, I have not one jot of moisture in me. I must drink, the World was not in such a come bustion at Phaeton's driving the Chariot of the Sun, as I am in now. Some drink. She drinks and falls. I; and I, that Astrologiam may enjoy the benefit of the Heavens, liberty. Indeed he gave me a very good Clyster, Heaven knows.
Plot summary
Plot — Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts
Astronomia has several suitors: Geographus (whom her mother dislikes), Geometres (whom her friends favour), and Poeta (who has recently jilted Historia to pursue her). Against her kinsman Polites’ advice, Historia still wants to marry Poeta, consummating the long-standing association between history and the poetic imagination. Poeta quarrels with Grammaticus, and Logicus becomes involved in the ensuing affray. Unsure whether to fight a duel with Poeta or sue him for assault, Logicus sets both courses in train. Hearing that Poeta has been hurt in the fight, Historia sends to Medicus for help, but Magus, who is helping Geometres, sees an opportunity to dispose of one of his client’s rivals, and persuades Medicus to send poison instead. Medicus’ man, Sanguis, delivers the poison, but spots that it isn’t medicine. Poeta infers Historia's treachery, but persuades himself out of absolute misogyny by thinking of Astronomia. To reconcile Poeta with Logicus and Grammaticus, Ethicus arranges a banquet. Several of the wooers use magical help in their suits. Poeta meets two gipsies, who pick his- pocket and foretell that he will marry Astronomia. Using sieve- divination, Magus predicts that Geometres will marry Astronomia, and will achieve this mainly through hypnotism, with a little pharmaceutical help. (Geometres finds the third option, conjuration, too frightening to try.) However, when Astronomia drinks the supposed love philtre at Ethicus’ feast, it poisons her. Meanwhile, Poeta seems reconciled to his former adversaries, but gets drunk and tries to pick fights with Geographus and Grammaticus; Magus charms him to sleep. Causidicus accepts fees from both Logicus and Poeta, so when the case comes to trial, Polites dismisses him and forces the parties to speak for themselves. The trial is adjourned when news arrives that Astronomia, burning up with the poison, has fallen into a coma. Medicus attends her, and cures her by administering an enema. Meanwhile the gipsies and servants indulge themselves in country pastimes: morris dancing, barley-break, and riddles. Polites takes up Geographus’ and Historia’s love- suits: he persuades Astronomia’s mother that Geographus will be a worthy son-in-law, so long as he gets rid of his servant Phantastes, and the couple are married. Polites tries the miscreants, and purges the body politic of dangerous corruption: the gipsies are branded, Magus sentenced to be broken on the wheel, and his wife Astrologia to imprisonment — but,…