Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.72 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Not as other men do, Few Princes fare like him; He breaks his fast With Aristotle, dines with Tully, takes His watering with the Muses, sups with Livie, Then walks a turn or two in via lactea, And (after six hours' conference with the stars) Sleeps with old Erra Pater. This is admirable. I'll tell you more hereafter, here's my old Master And another old ignorant Elder, I'll upon 'em. What Andrew? welcome, where's my Charles? speak Andrew, Where didst thou leave thy Master? Contemplating The number of the sands in the high way, And from that, purposes to make a judgement Of the remainder in the Sea; He is Sir, In serious study, and will lose no minute Nor out of 's pace to knowledge. This is strange. Yet he hath sent his duty Sir before him In this fair manuscript. What have we here? pothooks and Andirons! I much pity you, It is the Syrian Character, or the Arabic, Would 'ee have it said, so great and deep a Scholar As Master Charles is, should ask blessing In any Christian Language? Were it Greek, I could interpret for you, but indeed I'm gone no farther. And in Greek you can Lie with your smug wife Lily. If I keep her From your French dialect, as I hope I shall Sir, howe'er she is your Laundress, she shall put you To th' charge of no more soap than usual For th' washing of your sheets. Take in the knave, And let him eat. And drink too, Sir. And drink too, Sir, And see your Master's Chamber ready for him. Come Doctor Andrew without Disputation Thou shalt commence i'th' Cellar. I had rather Commence on a cold baked meat. Thou shalt ha''t, Boy. Good Monsieur Lewis I esteem myself Much honoured in your clear intent, to join Our ancient families, and make them one, And 'twill take from my age and cares to live And see what you have purposed put in act, Of which your visit at this present is A hopeful Omen; I each minute expecting Th'Arrival of my Sons; I have not wronged Their Birth for want of means and education, To shape them to that course each was addicted; And therefore that we may proceed discreetly, Since what's concluded rashly seldom prospers, You first shall take a strict perusal of them, And then from your allowance, your fair daughter May fashion her affection. Monsieur Brisac, You offer fair, and nobly, and I'll meet you In the same line of honour, and I hope, Being blessed but with one daughter, I shall not Appear impertinently curious, Though with my utmost vigilance and study, I labour to bestow her to her worth; Let others speak her form, and future fortune From me descending to her; I in that Sit down with silence.
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Length
474 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.720 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not as other men doe, Few Princes fare like him; He breakes his fast With Aristotle, dines with Tully, takes His watering with the Muses, suppes with Livie, Then walkes a turne or two in via lactea, And (after sixe houres conference with the starres) Sleepes with old Erra Pater. This is admirable. I'le tell you more hereafter, here's my old Master And another old ignorant Elder, Ile upon 'em. What Andrew? welcome, where's my Charles? speake Andrew, Where didst thou leave thy Master? Contemplating The number of the sands in the high way, And from that, purposes to make a judgement Of the remainder in the Sea; He is Sir, In serious study, and will lose no minute Nor out of 's pace to knowledge. This is strange. Yet he hath sent his duty Sir before him In this faire manuscript. What have we heere? Pothookes and Andirons! I much pitie you, It is the Syrian Character, or the Arabicke, Would 'ee have it said, so great and deepe a Scholar As Master Charles is, should aske blessing In any Christian Language? Were it Greeke, I could interpret for you, but indeed I'm gone no farther. And in Greeke you can Lie with your smug wife Lilly. If I keepe her From your French dialect, as I hope I shall Sir, Howere she is your Laundresse, she shall put you To th' charge of no more soape than usuall For th' washing of your sheets. Take in the knave, And let him eat. And drinke too, Sir. And drinke too, Sir, And see your Masters Chamber ready for him. Come Doctor Andrew without Disputation Thou shalt commence ith' Celler. I had rather Commence on a cold bak'd meat. Thou shalt ha't, Boy. Good Monsieur Lewis I esteeme my selfe Much honour'd in your cleare intent, to joyne Our ancient families, and make them one, And 'twill take from my age and cares to live And see what you have purpos'd put in act, Of which your visite at this present is A hopefull Omen; I each minute expecting Th'arrivall of my Sonnes; I have not wrong'd Their Birth for want of meanes and education, To shape them to that course each was addicted; And therefore that we may proceed discreetly, Since what's concluded rashly seldome prospers, You first shall take a strict perusall of them, And then from your allowance, your faire daughter May fashion her affection. Monsieur Brisac, You offer faire, and nobly, and Ile meet you In the same line of honour, and I hope, Being blest but with one daughter, I shall not Appeare impertinently curious, Though with my utmost vigilance and study, I labour to bestow her to her worth; Let others speake her forme, and future fortune From me descending to her; I in that Sit downe with silence.