Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
The game's too tedious. 'Tis a peevish play, Your Knave will heave the Queen out, or your King; Besides, 'tis all on fortune. Bless thee, most excellent Duke; I here present thee as worthy and learned a Gentleman, as ever I (and yet I have lived threescore years) conversed with; take it from me, I have tried him, and is worthy to be privy-counselor to the greatest Turk in Christendom: of a most apparent and deep understanding, slow of speech, but speaks to the purpose; Come forward, Sir, and appear before his Highness in your own proper Elements. Will— tie— to da new toate sure la now. A very senseless Gentleman, and please your Highness, one that has a great deal of little wit, as they say. Oh Sir, had you heard him as I did, deliver whole histories in the Tangay tongue, you would swear there were not such a linguist breathed again; and did I but perfectly understand his language, I would be confident, in less than two hours, to distinguish the meaning of Bird, Beast, or Fish, naturally, as I myself speak Italian, my Lord.— Well, he has rare qualities. Now prithee question him, Maurucio. I will, my Lord. Tell me, rare scholar, which in thy opinion, Doth cause the strongest breath,— garlic or onion? Answer him, brother fool; do, do, speak thy mind chuck, do. Have bid seen all da fine knack, and d''ee naughty tattle of da knave, dad la have so. We understand him not. Admirable, I protest, Duke; mark oh Duke, mark! What did I ask him, Giacopo? Which caused the strongest breath, garlic or onions, I take it, Sir. Right, right by Helicon; and his answer is, that a knave has a stronger breath than any of 'em; wisdom (or I am an Ass) in the highest, a direct Figure; put it down, Giacopo How happy is that Idiot, whose ambition Is but to eat, and sleep, and shun the rod: Men that have more of wit, and use it ill, Are fools in proof. True, my Lord, there's many Who think themselves most wise, that are most fools. Bitter girds if all were known,— but— But what? speak out; plague on your muttering Grumbling, I hear you, Sir, what is't? Nothing, I protest, to your Highness pertinent, to any moment. Well, Sir, remember.— Friend, you promised study. I am not well in temper; come Biancha, Attend our friend Ferentes. Ferentes, take Maurucio in with you He must be one in action, Come, my Lord, I shall entreat your help. I'll stay the Fool: And follow instantly. Yes, pray, my Lord. How thrive your hopes now, Cousin? Are we safe? Then let me cast myself beneath thy foot, True virtuous Lord: Know then, Sir, her proud heart Is only fixed on you in such extremes Of violence and passion, that I fear, Or she'll enjoy you, or she'll ruin you.
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The game's too tedious. 'Tis a peeuish play, Your Knaue will heaue the Queene out, or your King; Besides, 'tis all on fortune. Blesse thee, most excellent Duke; I here present thee as worthy and learned a Gentleman, as euer I (and yet I haue liued threescore yeares) conuers'd with; take it from me, I haue try'd him, and is worthy to be priuy-Counsayler to the greatest Turke in Christendome: of a most apparant and deep vnderstanding, slow of speech, but speaks to the purpose; Come forward, Sir, and appeare before his Highnesse in your owne proper Elements. Will—tye—to da new toate sure la now. A very senselesse Gentleman, and please your Highnesse, one that has a great deale of little wit, as they say. Oh Sir, had you heard him as I did, deliuer whole histories in the Tangay tongue, you would sweare there were not such a linguist breath'd againe; and did I but perfectly vnderstand his language, I would be confident, in lesse then two houres, to distinguish the meaning of Bird, Beast, or Fish, naturally, as I my selfe speake Italian, my Lord.—Well, he has rare qualities. Now prethe question him, Maurucio. I will, my Lord. Tell me, rare scholler, which in thy opinion, Doth cause the strongest breath,—garlick or onyon? Answer him, brother foole; doe, doe, speak thy mind hucke, doe. Haue bid seen all da fyne knack, and d'ee Naghtye tat-tle of da knaue, dad la haue so. We vnderstand him not. Admirable, I protest, Duke; marke oh Duke, mark! What did I aske him, Giacopo? Which caused the strongest breath, garlicke or onyons, I take it, Sir. Right, right by Hellicon; and his answer is, that a knane has a stronger breath then any of 'em; wisedome (or I am an Asse) in the highest, a direct Figure; put it downe, Giacopo How happy is that Ideot, whose ambition Is but to eat, and sleepe, and shun the rod: Men that haue more of wit, and vse it ill, Are fooles in proofe. True, my Lord, there's many Who thinke themselues most wise, that are most fooles. Bitter girds if all were knowne,—but— But what? speake out; plague on your muttering Grumbling, I heare you, Sir, what is't? Nothing, I protest, to your Highnesse pertinent, to any moment. Wel, Sir, remember.—Friend, you promis'd study. I am not well in temper; come Biancha, Attend our friend Ferentes. Ferentes, take Maurucio in with you He must be one in action, Come, my Lord, I shall intreat your helpe. I'le stay the Foole: And follow instantly. Yes, pray, my Lord. How thriue your hopes now, Couzen? Are we safe? Then let me cast my selfe beneath thy foot, True veruous Lord: Know then, Sir, her proud heart Is onely flx'd on you in such extremes Of violence and passion, that I feare, Or shee'll enioy you, or shee'll ruine you.