in The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia) — Zouche, Richard
Metadata
Play
The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia)
Author
Zouche, Richard
Year (catalogued)
1639
First performance
1614
Decade
1630s
Genre
Comedy
Play type
University
Speech prefix(es)
Top. | Topi. | Topicus. | Topic.
Words
411
Characters
2240
Typicality
0.31 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A15873
BritDrama no.
1922
Cluster
Cluster 6 — Battlefield messengers & soldiers
Important excerpts
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Full speech
Sir, will it please you to drink this morning? I have forgotten it. Now what strange passion hath befallen my father I I wonder that he did so fawn upon Unworthy Fallacy; yet that may be Proceeded from a Father's tender love. But he look't ghastly, and his colour changed, And seemed to grow forgetful what he did; I pray this humour hold not. How now Brother? Met you your Father? Nay I swear I know not; But I do fear all is not well with him. I protest I am amazed. If any words of mine may find attention, In your not yet fully possessed ears, Nor shall it seem presumption to you Judicious Lords, which seems so palpable To prejudicious Demonstration, That I my title dare maintain with him; Your reverend wisdoms are not ignorant That though he hath been honoured more of late, Yet was I bo ne before him; then if he For birthright claimeth ought, it's endue to me: Nor to his high prized worth inferior, Are my deserts not und ervalued? If he his foe in close and narrow lists Have, as he bravely vaunts, encountered, And that not often, for none-profiting Only, self-pleasing, Contemplation, The single combats oftener fought by me In just defence of your impaired rights, Are no less famous, no less known to you: Beside, I always in the Champion field Of Rhetoric well levied forces led, Chief Mustermaster to the Sovereign Liege, Our high Commander and chief General, Under Truths colours many skirmishes I have endured, wone many Victories: Then let me for the King, for truth, for you, In all your causes never wont to fail, For mine own self in this mine own prevail. But I shall think so till I meet with thee. You say true: To know my self I well may learn of him, For you are ignorant, and know me not, Else I persuade my self, as he to both, You would give place to me. O somewhat 'twas you never could know your self, Your higher gazing thoughts could never descend To so vild abject a baseness. Thou mistakest, Those words were only spoken unto me. And Contradiction calls thee slothful Lord. May the soulest mouths Of the base vulgar spit upon the face Of my unspotted credit, if for want Of courage I abandon these my Hope's. Found Demonstration, rather than I'll yield, Appoint the place, I'll meet thee in the field.
Plot summary
Plot — The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia)