Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
How can it be otherwise? you are but young. I am fifty years old. He tells ten less than he is. What sayst thou of ten less? I say I would have thought you ten less, you look like one of six and thirty, or seven and thirty at the most. I am no less than I tell. You are like enough too live fifty more: show me your hand. Why is Pasiphilo a Chiromancer? What is not Pasiphilo? I pray you show me it a little. Here it is. O how strait and infract is this line of life? you will live to the years of Melchisedech. Thou wouldst say, Methusalem. Why is it not all one? I perceive you are no very good Bibler Pasiphilo. Yes sir an excellent good Bibbeler, specially in a bottle: O what a mount of Venus here is? but this light serveth not very well, I will behold it an other day, when the air is clearer, and tell you somewhat, peradventure to your contentation. You shall do me great pleasure: but tell me, I pray thee Pasiphilo, whom dost thou think Polinesta liketh better, Erostrato or me? Why? you out of doubt: She is a gentlewoman of a noble mind, and maketh greater account of the reputation she shall have in marrying your worship, than that poor scholar, whose birth and parentage God knoweth, and very few else. Yet he taketh it upon him bravely in this country. Yea, where no man knoweth the contrary: but let him brave it, boast his birth, and do what he can, the virtue and knowledge that is within this body of yours, is worth more than all the country he came from. It becometh not a man to praise himself: but in deed I may say, (and say truly,) that my knowledge hath stood me in better stead at a pinch, than could all the goods in the world. I came out of Otranto when the Turks won it, and first I came to Padua, after hither, where by reading, counseling, and pleading, within twenty years. I have gathered and gained as good as ten thousand Ducats. Yea marry, this is the right knowledge: Philosophy, Poetry, Logic, and all the rest, are but pickling sciences in comparison to this. But pickling in deed, whereof we have a verse: The trade of Law doth fill the boisterous bags, They swim in silk, when others roist in rags. O excellent verse, who made it? Virgil? Virgil? tush it is written in one of our gloss. Sure who soever wrote it, the moral is excellent, and worthy to be written in letters of gold. But too the purpose: I think you shall never recover the wealth that you lost at Otranto. I think I have doubled it, or rather made it four times as much: but in deed, I lost mine only son there, a child of five years old. O great pity.
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How can it be otherwiſe? you are but yong. I am fiftie yeres olde. He telles ten leſſe than he is. What ſayſt thou of ten leſſe? I ſay I woulde haue thoughte you tenne leſſe, you looke like one of ſixe and thirtie, or ſeuen and thirtie at the moſte. I am no leſſe than I tell. You are like inough too liue fiftie more: ſhewe me your hande. Why is Paſiphilo a Chiromancer? What is not Paſiphilo? I pray you ſhewe mée it a little. Here it is. O how ſtraight and infracte is this line of life? you will liue to the yéeres of Melchiſedech. Thou wouldeſt ſay, Methuſalem. Why is it not all one? I perceiue you are no very good Bibler Paſiphilo. Yes ſir an excellent good Bibbeler, ſpecially in a bottle: Oh what a mounte of Venus here is? but this lighte ſerueth not very well, I will beholde it an other day, when the ayre is clearer, and tell you ſomewhat, peraduenture to your contentation. You ſhal do me great pleaſure: but tell me, I pray thée Paſiphilo, whome doſte thou thinke Polyneſta liketh better, Eroſtrato or me? Why? you out of doubt: She is a gentlewoman of a noble minde, and maketh greater accompte of the reputation ſhe ſhall haue in marrying your worſhip, than that poore ſcholer, whoſe birthe and parentage God knoweth, and very fewe elſe. Yet he taketh it vpon him brauely in this countrey. Yea, where no man knoweth the contrarie: but let him braue it, boſt his birth, and do what he can, the vertue and knowledge that is within this body of yours, is worth more than all the countrey he came from. It becommeth not a man to praiſe him ſelfe: but in déede I may ſay, (and ſay truely,) that my knowledge hath ſtoode me in better ſteade at a pinche, than coulde all the goodes in the worlde. I came out of Otranto when the Turkes wonne it, and firſt I came to Padua, after hither, where by reading, counſailing, and pleading, within twentie yeares. I haue gathered and gayned as good as ten thouſande Ducats. Yea mary, this is the righte knowledge: Philoſophie, Poetrie, Logike, and all the reſt, are but pickling ſciences in compariſon to this. But pyckling in déede, whereof we haue a verſe: The trade of Lavve doth fill the boyſtrous bagges, They ſvvimme in ſilke, vvhen others royſt in ragges. O excellent verſe, who made it? Virgil? Virgil? tuſhe it is written in one of our gloſes. Sure who ſoeuer wrote it, the morall is excellent, and worthy to be written in letters of golde. But too the purpoſe: I thinke you ſhall neuer recouer the wealth that you loſte at Otranto. I thinke I haue dubled it, or rather made it foure times as muche: but in déed, I loſt mine only ſonne there, a childe of fiue yeres olde. O great pitie.