Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jun 21] [incorrect] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
ha' ye any thing to do that ye account impossible Gentlemen. Why, wilt thou do't? And you'll pay for't. Let me have money enough and I'll do any thing. Hold, hold. Yes I will hold. I'll lay with thee, what wilt hold— Why Paradoxes. Paradoxes! I hold you a Paradox. Let's hear some. There are no beasts but Cuckolds and Flatterers; no cold weather but i'th' dog-days; no Physic to a whore, no fool to an Alderman, no Scholar to a justice of Peace, nor no Soldier to a Belt and Buff jerkin. A smart fellow. The Duke. So my fears are over, in her restraint I bury all my jealousies:— How now? What fellows this? Such an Humorist as I never before conversed withal: it seems he makes himself free of all places. What would he have? Thy pardon mighty man, if it be no Treason to pray for thee, save thee, wilt employ me? 'Tis Vacation, and I want work, ask me not what I can do, let me have money enough, and I'll do any thing. You have your Senses? Five, the small Birds dare not peep for him, I take it: I can see greatness big with an Impostume, yet towering in the Air like a Falcon: I can hear a man swear I am thy Eternal Slave, and will serve thee: when if opportunity were offered, for price of a Plush Cloak, he will be the first shall strip thee to the very Soul: I can taste wine that another man pays for, and relish any thing that comes of free cost: I can smell a Knave through a Bar'd Gown, a Politician, through a surplice; a Fool, through a Scarlet outside: I can touch a Wench better than a Lute, and tell money with a Secretary, to show I ha' lost my feeling: tush, all's nothing, I have a humour to do some thing to be talked on, nothing can come amiss to me, let me have money enough, and my life to a cheese pairing, I'll do any thing. You'll except somewhat. Not to do o'er the Seven Wonders of the World, and demolish 'em when I ha' done, let me have money enough, what star so high, but I will measure by this Jacob's staff: Divine money, the Soul of all things Sublunary, what lawyer's tongue will not be tipped with silver, and will not money with a judge make it a plain Case, does not gouty Greatness find ease with Aurum palpabile, and he's a sleight Physician cannot give a Golden Glister at a dead lift:— Money, I adore thee, it comes near the nature of a Spirit, and is so subtle it can creep in at a Cranny, be present at the most inward Counsels, and betray 'em: Money, it opens locks, draws Curtains, buys wit, sells Honesty, keeps Courts, sights Quarrels, pulls down Churches, and builds Almshouses. A wild fellow.
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Ha yee any thing to doe that yee account impossible Gentlemen. Why, wilt thou do't? And you'l pay for't. Let mee have mony enough and Ile doe any thing. Hold, hold. Yes I will hold. Ile lay with thee, what wilt hold— Why Paradoxes. Paradoxes! I hold you a Paradoxe. Let's heare some. There are no beasts but Cuckolds and Flatterers; no cold weather but i'th Dog-dayes; no Physicke to a whoore, no foole to an Alderman, no Scholler to a Iustice of Peace, nor no Souldier to a Belt and Buffe Ierkin. A smart fellow. The Duke. So my feares are over, in her restraint I bry all my Iealousies:—How now? What fellowes this? Such an Humorist as I neuer before converst withall: it seemes he makes himselfe free of all places. What would he have? Thy pardon mighty man, if it be no Treason to pray for thee, save thee, wilt imploy me? 'Tis Vacation, and I want worke, aske me not what I can doe, let me have money enough, and Ile doe any thing. You haue your Sences? Five, the small Birds dare not peepe for him, I take it: I can see greatnesse big with an Impostume, yet towring in the Ayre like a Fawlcon: I can heare a man sweare I am thy Eternall Slave, and will serve thee: whē if opportunity were offer'd, for price of a Plush Cloak, he will be the first shall strip thee to the very Soule: I can taste wine that another man payes for, and rellish any thing that comes of free cost: I can smell a Knave through a Bar'd Gowne, a Politician, through a Surplace; a Foole, through a Scarlet out-side: I can touch a Wench better then a Lute, and tell mony with a Secretary, to shew I ha lost my eeling: tush, all's nothing, I have a humour to doe some thing to be talked on, nothing can come amisse to me, let me have mony enough, and my life to a cheese payring, Ile doe any thing. You'l except somewhat. Not to doe o're the Seven Wonders of the World, and demolish 'em when I ha done, let me have money enough, what starre so high, but I will measure by this acobs staffe: Divine mony, the Soule of all things Sublunary, what Lawyers tongue will not be tipt with silver, and will not mony with a Iudge make it a plaine Case, does not gowty Greatnesse find ease with Aurum palpabile, and he's a sleight Physitian cannot give a Golden Glister at a dead lift:—Mony, I adore thee, it comes neere the nature of a Spirit, and is so suttle it can creepe in at a Cranny, bee present at the most inward Councels, and betray em: Mony, t opens lockes, drawes Curtaines, buyes wit, sels Honesty, keepes Courts, sights Quarrels, pulls downe Churches, and builds Almeshouses. A wilde fellow.