Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.74 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
BUt that it would take from our modesty, To praise the Writer, or the Comedy, Till your fair suffrage crown it: I should say, Y'are all most welcome to no vulgar Play; And so far we are confident; And if he That made it, still lives in your memory; You will expect what we present tonight, Should be judged worthy of your ears and sight. You shall hear Fletcher in it; his true strain, And neat expressions; living he did gain Your good opinions; But now dead commends This Orphan to the care of noble friends: And may it raise in you content and mirth, And be received for a legitimate birth. Your grace erects new Trophies to his fame, And shall to after times preserve his name. NAy, I must walk you farther. I am tired Sir, And ne'er shall foot it home. 'Tis for your health; The want of exercise takes from your beauties, And sloth dries up your sweetness: That you are My only Daughter and my heir, is granted; And you in thankfulness must needs acknowledge, You ever find me an indulgent Father, And open handed. Nor can you tax me, Sir, I hope, for want of duty to deserve These favours from you. No, my Angellina, I love and cherish thy obedience to me, Which my care to advance thee, shall confirm; All that I aim at, is to win thee from The practice of an idle foolish state Used by great Women, who think any labour, (Though in the service of themselves) a blemish To their fair fortunes. Make me understand Sir, What 'tis you point at. At the custom how Virgins of wealthy families, waste their youth; After a long sleep, when you wake, your woman Presents your breakfast, then you sleep again, Then rise, and being trimmed up by others hands, Y'are led to dinner, and that ended, either To Cards or to your Couch (as if you were Borne without motion) After this to Supper, And then to bed; And so your life runs round Without variety or action Daughter. Here's a learned Lecture! From this idleness Diseases both in body and in mind Grow strong upon you; where a stirring nature With wholesome exercise guards both from danger: I'd have thee rise with the Sun, walk, dance, or hunt, Visit the groves and springs, and learn the virtues Of Plants and Simples: Do this moderately, And thou shalt not with eating chalk, or coals, Leather and oatmeal, and such other trash, Fall into the green sickness. With your pardon (Were you but pleased to minister it) I could Prescribe a remedy for my Lady's health, And her delight too, far transcending those Your Lordship but now mentioned. What is it Sylvia?
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461 words · 591 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.741 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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BUt that it would take from our modesty, To praise the Writer, or the Comedie, Till your faire suffrage crowne it: I should say, Y'are all most welcome to no vulgar Play; And so farre we are confident; And if he That made it, still lives in your memory; You will expect what we present to night, Should be judg'd worthy of your eares and sight. You shall heare Fletcher in it; his true straine, And neate expressions; living he did gaine Your good opinions; But now dead commends This Orphan to the care of noble friends: And may it raise in you content and mirth, And be receiv'd for a legitimate birth. Your grace erects new Trophies to his fame, And shall to after times preserve his name. NAy, I must walke you farther. I am tyr'd Sir, And nere shall foot it home. 'Tis for your health; The want of exercise takes from your beauties, And sloth dries up your sweetnesse: That you are My onely Daughter and my heire, is granted; And you in thankfulnesse must needs acknowledge, You ever finde me an indulgent Father, And open handed. Nor can you taxe me, Sir, I hope, for want of duty to deserve These favours from you. No, my Angellina, I love and cherish thy obedience to me, Which my care to advance thee, shall confirme; All that I aime at, is to winne thee from The practise of an idle foolish state Us'd by great Women, who thinke any labour, (Though in the service of themselves) a blemish To their faire fortunes. Make me understand Sir, What 'tis you point at. At the custome how Virgins of wealthy families, waste their youth; After a long sleepe, when you wake, your woman Presents your breakfast, then you sleepe againe, Then rise, and being trimm'd up by others hands, Y'are led to dinner, and that ended, either To Cards or to your Couch (as if you were Borne without motion) After this to Supper, And then to bed; And so your life runnes round Without variety or action Daughter. Here's a learned Lecture! From this idlenesse Diseases both in body and in minde Grow strong upon you; where a stirring nature With wholsome exercise guards both from danger: I'de have thee rise with the Sunne, walke, daunce, or hunt, Visite the groves and springs, and learne the vertues Of Plants and Simples: Doe this moderately, And thou shalt not with eating chalke, or coales, Leather and oatmeale, and such other trash, Fall into the greene sicknesse. With your pardon (Were you but pleas'd to minister it) I could Prescribe a remedy for my Ladies health, And her delight too, farre transcending those Your Lordship but now mention'd. What is it Sylvia?