Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Have you done yet, and have you spoke enough In praise of learning, Sir? Never enough. But brother do you know what learning is? It is not to be a Justice of Peace, as you are, And palter out your time i'th' penal Statutes, To hear the curious Tenets controverted Between a Protestant Constable, and a Jesuit Cobbler, To pick natural Philosophy out of bawdry When your Worship's pleased to correctify a Lady, Nor 'tis not the main moral of blind Justice, (Which is deep learning) when your worship Tenants Bring a light cause, and heavy Hens before ye, Both fat and feasible, a Goose or Pig, And than you sit like equity with both hands Weighing indifferently the state o'th' question. These are your quodlibets, but no learning Brother. You are so parlously in love with learning, That I'd be glad to know what you understand, brother, I'm sure you have read all Aristotle. Faith no, But I believe, I have a learned faith Sir, And that's it makes a Gentleman of my sort, Though I can speak no Greek I love the sound on't, It goes so thundering as it conjured Devils; Charles speaks it loftily, and if thou wert a man, Or hadst but ever heard of Homer's Iliads, Hesiod, and the Greek Poets, thou wouldst run mad, And hang they self for joy thou'dst such a Gentleman To be thy son; O he has read such things To me! And you do understand ''em brother. I tell thee no, that's not material; the sound's Sufficient to confirm an honest man: Good brother Brisac, does your young Courtier That wears the fine clothes, and is the excellent Gentleman, (The Traveller, the Soldier, as you think too) Understand any other power than his Tailor? Or knows what motion is, more than an Horse-race? What the Moon means, but to light him home from Taverns? Or the comfort of the Sun is, but to wear slashed clothes in? And must this piece of ignorance be popped up, Because 't can kiss the hand, and cry sweet Lady? Say it had been at Rome, and seen the Relics, Drunk your Verdea wine, and rid at Naples, Brought home a box of Venice treacle, with it To cure young wenches that have eaten ashes: Must this thing therefore?— Yes Sir, this thing must, I will not trust my land to one so sotted, So grown like a disease unto his study, He that will fling off all occasions And cares, to make him understand what state is, And how to govern it, must by that reason, Be flung himself aside from managing: My younger boy is a fine Gentleman. He is an ass, a piece of gingerbread, Gilt over to please foolish girls and puppets. You are my elder brother. So I had need, And have an elder wit, thou'dst shame us all else, Go too, I say, Charles shall inherit.
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Have you done yet, and have you spake enough In praise of learning, Sir? Never enough. But brother doe you know what learning is? It is not to be a Justice of Peace, as you are, And palter out your time ith' penall Statutes, To heare the curious Tenets controverted Betweene a Protestant Constable, and a Jesuit Cobler, To picke naturall Philosophie out of bawdry When your Worship's pleas'd to correctifie a Lady, Nor 'tis not the maine morall of blinde Justice, (Which is deepe learning) when your worship Tenants Bring a light cause, and heavie Hennes before yee, Both fat and feesible, a Goose or Pig, And then you sit like equity with both hands Weighing indifferently the state oth' question. These are your quodlibets, but no learning Brother. You are so parlously in love with learning, That I'de be glad to know what you understand, brother, I'me sure you have read all Aristotle. Faith no, But I beleeve, I have a learned faith Sir, And that's it makes a Gentleman of my sort, Though I can speake no Greeke I love the sound on't, It goes so thundering as it conjur'd Devils; Charles speakes it loftily, and if thou wert a man, Or had'st but ever heard of Homers Iliads, Hesiod, and the Greeke Poets, thou would'st runne mad, And hang they selfe for joy th'hadst such a Gentleman To be thy sonne; O he has read such things To me! And you doe understand'm brother. I tell thee no, that's not materiall; the sound's Sufficient to confirme an honest man: Good brother Brisac, do's your young Courtier That weares the fine cloathes, and is the excellent Gentleman, (The Traveiler, the Souldier, as you thinke too) Understand any other power than his Tailor? Or knowes what motion is, more than an Horse-race? What the Moone meanes, but to light him home from Tavernes? Or the comfort of the Sunne is, but to weare slash't clothes in? And must this peece of ignorance be popt up, Because 't can kisse the hand, and cry sweet Lady? Say it had beene at Rome, and seene the Reliques, Drunke your Verdea wine, and ridde at Naples, Brought home a box of Venice treacle, with it To cure young wenches that have eaten ashes: Must this thing therefore?— Yes Sir, this thing must, I will not trust my land to one so sotted, So growne like a disease unto his studie, He that will fling off all occasions And cares, to make him understand what state is, And how to governe it, must by that reason, Be flung himselfe aside from managing: My younger boy is a fine Gentleman. He is an asse, a peece of ginger-bread, Gilt over to please foolish girles and puppets. You are my elder brother. So I had need, And have an elder wit, thou'd'st shame us all else, Goe too, I say, Charles shall inherit.