Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.84 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
You may my Lord securely, Since fame aloud proclaimeth her perfections, Commanding all men's tongues to sing her praises; Should I say more, you well might censure me (What yet I never was) a Flatterer. What trample's that without of Horses? Sir my young Masters are newly alighted. Sir now observe their several dispositions. Bid my subsizar carry my Hackney to the Buttery, And give him his beaver; it is a civil And sober beast, and will drink moderately, And that done, turn him into the quadrangle. He cannot out of his University tone. Lackey, take care our Coursers be well rubbed, And clothed, they have outstripped the wind in speed. I marry Sir, there's metal in this young fellow! What a sheep's look his elder brother has! Your blessing, Sir? Rise Charles, thou hast it. Sir, though it be unusual in the Court, (Since 'tis the courtier's garb) I bend my knee, And do expect what follows. Courtly begged. My blessing! take it. Your Lordship's vowed adorer: What a thing this brother is! yet I'll vouchsafe him The new Italian shrug— How clownishly The bookworm does return it. I'm glad y'are well. Pray you be happy in the knowledge of This pair of accomplished Monsieurs. They are Gallants that have seen both Tropicks. I embrace their loves. which we'll repay with servulating. And will report your bounty in the Court. I pray you make deserving use on't first: Eustace give entertainment to your friends, What's in my house is theirs. Which we'll make use of; Let's warm our brains with half a dozen healths, And then hang cold discourse, for we'll speak fireworks. What at his book already? Fie, fie, Charles, No hour of interruption? Plato differs From Socrates in this. Come lay them by; Let them agree at leisure. Man's life Sir, being So short, and then the way that leads unto The knowledge of ourselves, so long and tedious, Each minute should be precious. In our care To manage worldly business, you must part with This bookish contemplation, and prepare yourself for action; to thrive in this age, Is held the palm of learning; you must study To know what part of my land's good for th' plough, And what for pasture, how to buy and sell To the best advantage, how to cure my Oxen When they're o'ergrown with labour. I may do this From what I've read Sir; for what concerns tillage? Who better can deliver it than Virgil In his Georgics? and to cure your herds, His Bucolics is a masterpiece; but when He does describe the Commonwealth of Bees, Their industry and knowledge of the herbs, From which they gather honey, with their care To place it with decorum in the Hive, Their government among themselves, their order In going forth and coming loaden home, Their obedience to their King, and his towards To such as labour, with his punishments Only inflicted on the slothful Drone, I'm ravished with it, and there reap my harvest, And there receive the gain my Cattle bring me, And there find wax and honey.
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Length
517 words · 698 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.843 (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)
You may my Lord securely, Since fame alowd proclaimeth her perfections, Commanding all mens tongues to sing her praises; Should I say more, you well might censure me (What yet I never was) a Flatterer. What trampling's that without of Horses? Sir my young Masters are newly alighted. Sir now observe their severall dispositions. Bid my Subsiser carry my Hackney to the Buttry, And give him his bever; it is a civill And sober beast, and will drinke moderately, And that done, turne him into the quadrangle. He cannot out of his University tone. Lackey, take care our Coursers be well rubb'd, And cloath'd, they have outstripp'd the winde in speed. I marry Sir, there's metall in this young fellow! What a sheepes looke his elder brother has! Your blessing, Sir? Rise Charles, thou hast it. Sir, though it be unusuall in the Court, (Since 'tis the Courtiers garbe) I bend my knee, And doe expect what followes. Courtly begg'd. My blessing! take it. Your Lordships vow'd adorer: What a thing this brother is! yet Ile vouchsafe him The new Italian shrug—How clownishly The book-worme does returne it. I'm glad y' are well. Pray you be happy in the knowledge of This paire of accomplish't Monsieurs. They are Gallants that have seene both Tropicks. I embrace their loves. which wee'll repay with servulating. And will report your bounty in the Court. I pray you make deserving use on't first: Eustace give entertainment to your friends, What's in my house is theirs. Which wee'l make use of; Let's warme our braines with halfe a dozen healths, And then hang cold discourse, for wee'll speake fire-works. What at his booke already? Fye, fye, Charles, No houre of interruption? Plato differs From Socrates in this. Come lay them by; Let them agree at leasure. Mans life Sir, being So short, and then the way that leades unto The knowledge of our selves, so long and tedious, Each minute should be precious. In our cae To manage worldly businesse, you must part with This bookish contemplation, and prepare Your selfe for action; to thrive in this age, Is held the palme of learning; you must study To know what part of my land's good for th' plough, And what for pasture, how to buy and sell To the best advantage, how to cure my Oxen When they're oregrowne with labour. I may doe this From what I've read Sir; for what concernes tillage? Who better can deliver it than Virgil In his Georgicks? and to cure your heards, His Bucolicks is a masterpeece; but when He does describe the Commonwealth of Bees, Their industry and knowledge of the hearbs, From which they gather honey, with their care To place it with decorum in the Hive, Their government among themselves, their order In going forth and comming loaden home, Their obedience to their King, and his towards To such as labour, with his punishments Onely inflicted on the slothfull Drone, I'm ravished with it, and there reape my harvest, And there receive the gaine my Cattell bring me, And there finde wax and honey.