Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Sorrow becomes me best. A suit of laugh and lie down would wear better. What should I do to be merry, Cornego? Be not sad. But what's the best mirth in the world? Marry this, to see much, say little, do little, get little, spend little, and want nothing. Oh but there is a mirth beyond all these: This Picture has so vexed me, I'm half mad, To spite it therefore I'll sing any song thyself shalt tune; say then what mirth is best? Why then, Madam, what I knock out now is the very marrowbone of mirth, and this it is. Say on. The best mirth for a Lawyer is to have fools to his Clients: for Citizens, to have Noblemen pay their debts: for Tailors to have store of Satin brought in, for then how little soe'er their houses are, they'll be sure to have large yards: the best mirth for bawds is to have fresh handsome whores, and for whores to have rich gulls come aboard their pinnaces, for then they are sure to build Gally-Asles. These to such souls are mirth, but to mine none: Away. Peace to you, Lady. I will not sin so much as hope for peace, And 'tis a mock ill suits your gravity. I come to knit the nerves of your lost strength, To build your ruins up, to set you free From this your voluntary banishment, And give new being to your murdered same. What Aeseulapius can do this? The King— 'tis from the King I come? A name I hate; Oh I am deaf now to your Embassy. Hear what I speak. Your language breathed from him Is death's sad doom upon a wretch condemned. Is it such poison? Yes, and were you crystal, What the King fills you with, would make you break: You should (my Lord) be like these robes you we are, (Pure as the die) and like that reverend shape; Nurse thoughts as full of honour, zeal, and purity; You should be the court-dial, and direct The King with constant motion, be ever beating (Like to clock-hammers) on his Iron heart To make it sound clear, and to feel remorse You should unlock his soul, wake his dead conscience, Which like a drowsy sentinel gives leave For sins vast army to beleaguer him; His ruins will be asked for at your hands. I have raised up a scaffolding to save Both him and you from falling, do but hear me. Be dumb for ever. Let your fears thus die: By all the sacred relics of the Church, And by my holy Orders, what I minister Is even the spirit of health. I'll drink it down into my soul at once. You shall. But swear. What Conjurations can more bind mine oath? But did you swear in earnest? Come, you trifle. No marvel, for my hopes have been so drowned, I still despair: Say on. The King repents. Pray that again, my Lord. The King repents. His wrongs to me? His wrongs to you: the sense Of sin has pierced his soul. Blessed penitence!
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Sorrow becomes me best. A suit of laugh and lye downe would weare better. What should I doe to be merry, Cornego? Be not sad. But what's the best mirth in the world? Marry this, to see much, say little, doe little, get little, spend little, and want nothing. Oh but there is a mirth beyond all these: This Picture has so vex'd me, I'me halfe mad, To spite it therefore I'le sing any song Thy selfe shalt tune; say then what mirth is best? Why then, Madam, what I knocke out now is the very Maribone of mirth, and this it is. Say on. The best mirth for a Lawyer is to have fooles to his Clients: for Citizens, to have Noblemen pay their debts: for Taylors to have store of Sattin brought in, for then how little soere their houses are, they'll bee sure to have large yards: the best mirth for bawds is to have fresh handsome whores, and for whores to have rich guls come aboard their pinnaces, for then they are sure to build Gally-Asles. These to such soules are mirth, but to mine none: Away. Peace to you, Lady. I will not sinne so much as hope for peace, And tis a mocke ill suits your gravity. I come to knit the nerves of your lost strength, To build your ruines up, to set you free From this your voluntary banishment, And give new being to your murdred same. What Aeseulapius can doe this? The King—tis from the King I come? A name I hate; Oh I am deafe now to your Embassie. Heare what I speake. Your language breath'd from him Is deaths sad doome upon a wretch condemn'd. Is it such poyson? Yes, and were you christall, What the King fills you with, wud make you breake: You should (my Lord) be like these robes you we are, (Pure as the Dye) and like that reverend shape; Nurse thoughts as full of honour, zeale, and purity; You should be the Court-Diall, and direct The King with constant motion, be ever beating (Like to Clocke-Hammers) on his Iron heart To make it sound cleere, and to feele remorse You should unlocke his soule, wake his dead conscience, Which like a drowsie Centinell gives leave For sinnes vast army to beleaguer him; His ruines will be ask'd for at your hands. I have rais'd up a scaffolding to save Both him and you from falling, doe but heare me. Be dumbe for ever. Let your feares thus dye: By all the sacred relliques of the Church, And by my holy Orders, what I minister Is even the spirit of health. I'le drinke it downe into my soule at once. You shall. But sweare. What Conjurations can more bind mine oath? But did you sweare in earnest? Come, you trifle. No marvell, for my hopes have bin so drown'd, I still despaire: Say on. The King repents. Pray hat agen, my Lord. The King repents. His wrongs to me? His wrongs to you: the sense Of sinne has pierc'd his soule. Blest penitence!