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)
Sang. | Sanguis.
Words
518
Characters
2702
Typicality
0.28 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A03496
BritDrama no.
1860
Cluster
Cluster 20 — Conjurers, witches & physicians
Important excerpts
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Full speech
But I'll put up my Siquis and pray most devoutly to Aesculapius, or else my Master will be the first that will have so much needs of his own physic, as Salus her self will be scarce able to save him. Misuse thee? alas! I thought not on thee. Why, how now Choler, are you so hight? I shall be about your ears, straight. Oh, my head! my head's broke. And beyond mine too; I'll pray no more this good while for this trick; the gods are quick of hearing, I per ceiue; Aesculapius has sent my Master a patient too soon, but the gods know it's a sorry one; but I shall remember you, Choler. Exit. Well, I shrowdly suspect my Master for this phy sick: but mum, I am overheard, I fear. Do I blush? Well, well, all your words will not make me a jot redder then I am: but, if you talk of blushing, I think you have more needs to blush, if you knew the report that goes of you. I, of you; but especially of Cheiromantes. Nothing, but that you are a Cutpurse. Come, come, leave these protestations: a bade cause is better defended by silence, then argument. I would 'twere Choler that broke my head tother day: of that condition, I'ld stay; but my Master has sent me to Magus. I must begone. Well, you woe will help me? Choler gives Sanguis a box on the ear, and they fallen to cuffs. Choler, I'm Sanguis, and here's my head. Choler, here's to thee. With all my heart. Nay, and Fortune's be so good that are told in ones ear; I'll have mine told in my care too. Pish, this is no such fine fortune. In-faith you shan't go yet; what have you in your pack? Morrice-bels? Faith, and there were enough, wee'd dance. Faith wee'll to it then, but what wouldst thou do, Musicam? A match, a match: dress, dress, wee'll have brave jingling. . Oh my shin! A murren go with you— Musicam, who played in the hobbyhorse? Come then, we'll go now to Barleibreak. Come Choler, your reasons. Nay Choler, you are too rash in your judgement— It is not, and yet we see it, — why, it may be you mean honesty, which peradventure you think is nowhere truly: but seems to be somewhere. Nay, prithee what is't. Nor I. I care not now for drinking. And here's another. The Gods forbid, Sir, this is Poison. Sanguis looks on the poison. It's Poison, Sir. —So it may be: They'ue changed my Master's Physic. I, he'll be exceeding witty, I warrant you. It's Like a picture, and yet no picture? I'll give a very strong conjecture at that. Why, it may be a Gentlewoman's face painted. And it was drawn by a blind Painter. You're too quick again, Choler. I can conceive how that may be. How? Why the Painter might loose his sighed after he had drawn the picture, And so be a blind Painter. I shall not sleep for thinking on't, if he does not tell me.
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,…