Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I am safe, he is mine own. The Air subtle and fine, the people should be witty That devil under this Climate in so pure a Region, A trimmer Plot I have not seen in my peregrination: Nothing misliketh me in this Country, But that I hear such muttering of cruelty: Fame reporteth strange things of Dionysius, But kings matters passing our reach, pertain not to us. Dionysius (quoth you) since the world began, In Cicilia never reigned so cruel a man: A despiteful Tyrant to all men, I marvel I, That none makes him away, and that suddenly. My friend, the Gods forbid so cruel a thing: That any man should lift up his Sword against the king: Or seek other means by death him to prevent, Whom to rule on earth, the mighty Gods have sent: But my friend, leave off this talk of king Dionysius. Why sir? he can not hear us. What then? An nescis longas Regibus esse manus? It is no safe talking of them that strikes a far off: But leaving kings matters, I pray you show me this courtesy: To describe in few words, the state of this City? A travailer I am, desirous to know The state of each Country, where ever I go: Not to the hurt of any state, but to get experience thereby: It is not for naught that the Poet doth cry, Dic mihi Musa virum, captae post tempore Troyae, Multorum hominum mores qui vidit & vibis. In which verses, as some Writers do scan, The Poet describeth, a perfect wise man: Even so, I being a stranger, addicted to Philosophy, To see the state of Countries, myself I apply. Sir, I like this intent, but may I ask your name without scorn My name is Damon, well known in my Country, a Gentleman borne You do wisely to search the state of each Country, To bear intelligence thereof whether you lust: He is a spy, Sir, I pray you, have patience a while, for I have to do here by: View this weak part of this City as you stand, & I very quickly Will return to you again, and then will I show, The state of all this Country, and of the Court also. I thank you for your courtesy, this chanceth well that I Met with this Gentleman so happily, Which as it seemeth, misliketh some thing, Else he would not talk so boldly of the king, And that to a stranger, but lo were he comes in haste. This is he fellow Snap, snap him up: away with him. Good fellow thou must go with me to the Court. To the Court sir, and why? Well, we will dispute that before the King, away with him quickly Is this the courtesy you promised me? and that very lately. Away with him I say.
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¶ I am safe, he is myne owne. The Ayre subtle and fine, the people should be wittie That dwell vnder this Climate in so pure a Region, A trimmer Plotte I haue not séene in my peregrination: Nothyng mislyketh mée in this Countrey, But that I heare suche mutteryng of crueltie: Fame reporteth strange thynges of Dionisius, But kynges matters passyng our reache, pertayne not to vs. ¶Dionisius (quoth you) since the worlde began, In Cicilia neuer raygned so cruell a man: A despightfull Tirant to all men, I maruayle I, That none makes him away, and that sodaynly. ¶ My friende, the Goddes forbyd so cruell a thynge: That any man should lift vp his Sworde against the kynge: Or seeke other meanes by death him to preuent, Whom to rule on earth, the mightie Goddes haue sent: But my friende, leaue off this talke of kynge Dionisius. ¶ Why sir? he can not heare vs. ¶What then? An nescis longas Regibus esse manus? It is no safe talkynge of them that strykes a farre off: But leauyng kynges matters, I pray you shew mée this curtesie: To describe in few wordes, the state of this Citie? A trauayler I am, desirous to know The state of eche Countrey, wher euer I go: Not to the hurt of any state, but to get experience therby: It is not for nought that the Poet doth crye, Dic mihi Musa virum, captae post tempore Troyae, Multorum hominum mores qui vidit & vbis. In whiche verses, as some Writers do scan, The Poet describeth, a perfect wise man: Euen so, I beyng a stranger, addicted to Phylosophie, To sée the state of Countreyes, my selfe I applie. ¶Sir, I lyke this entent, but may I aske your name without scorn ¶My name is Damon, well knowen in my Countrey, a Gentlem borne ¶You do wisely to serche the state of eche Countrie, To beare intelligence therof whether you lust: He is a spie, Sir, I pray you, haue pacience a while, for I haue to do here by: Uiew this weake parte of this Citie as you stande, & I very quickly Wyll retourne to you agayne, and then wyll I show, The state of all this Countrie, and of the Courte also. ¶I thanke you for your courtesie, this chaunceth well that I Met with this Gentleman so happely, Whiche as it séemeth, misliketh some thynge, Els he would not talke so boldly of the kynge, And that to a stranger, but loe were he comes in haste. ¶This is he felow Snap, snap him vp: away with hym. ¶Good felow thou must go with mée to the Courte. ¶To the Courte sir, and why? Well, we wyll dispute that before the Kyng, away with hym quickl ¶Is this the curtesie you promysed mée? and that very lately. ¶Away with hym I say.