Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.80 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Let those that study mischief To satisfy their sensualities Practise such wickedness. I'd not abuse A noble goodness to possess the Indies. But here's one will, and I must aid him in't. Mr. Littleword. Friend Artlove, the good fortune of a petticoat light upon thee, in the name of Venery what mak'st thou here? art' in quest of a smock-bedfellow. Thy old humour still friend. Prithee salute this little gentleman my Cousin: he hath more age and wit then his small proportion doth promise. I shall be ready to serve him. Your acquaintance will add much to my happiness. He hath gotten leave of his Uncle to live here in my tuition. He thrives well in his conceit, a right jerker; he begins to love a wench already. Thy instruction and example will soon enable him that way. Is not that a wench Cousin? Try Cos. and satisfy yourself. My Littleword, if your salute be ended, pray resign. Nay, Mistress, I can kiss you without the help of a joined stool: please you to walk, and let my hand support you. Whither pray you little sir? To the next vaulting school. Alas, you cannot get up without a stirrup. Yes, and ride too without falling; please you to try my activeness. Prithee recall thy wonted goodness home, And with a virtuous scorn shake off this habit Of loose desires; it hath infection in it. Nothing comes from thee but documents. I swear I should love thee much better if thou hadst less virtue. I prithee leave thy Stoicism, and become an Epicure with me. My little Cos. here shall prove with undeniable arguments that drinking and wenching are the only virtues in a gentleman of the last edition: to be excellent at them is a masterpiece of education. Besides, they are the only acumens of wit. Yes, to disease it. Take heed thy judgement be not brought in question. Why diseased wits are— Better play at small game then sit out. A young gamester may throw in and in. Very seldom with three dice. Can your littleness cog? Fair play is a gamester's glory. I love to shake the box well, and than let them run their length. Yes, I confess it; where there is an union Of loving hearts, the joy exceeds expression. That love is virtuous whose desires do never End in their satisfaction, but increase Towards the object. When a beauteous frame Garnished with all the lustre of perfection Invite's the eye, and tells the searching thoughts It holds a richer mind, with which my soul Would rather mix her faculties. Judge not of a man by his outward dimensions: My shape is not so defective to make you doubt performance: let's find out a convenient place and try. Alas little one, you'll lose yourself: you'll never hit the way home.
nodes 138–176 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 35 in this edition
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474 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Let those that study mischiefe To satisfie their sensualties Practise such wickednesse. I'de not abuse A noble goodnes to possesse the Indies. But heere's one will, and I must ayd him int▪ Mr. Littleword. Friend Art-love, the good fortune of a petticote light upon thee, in the name of Venery what mak'st thou here? art' in quest of a smock-bedfellow. Thy old humour still friend. Prethee salute this little gentleman my Cousin: he hath more age and wit then his small proportion doth promise. I shall be ready to serve him. Your acquaintance will adde much to my happinesse. He hath gotten leave of his Vncle to liue here in my tuition. Hee thrive's well in his conceit, a right Ierker; he begins to love a wench already. Thy instruction and example will soone enable him that way. Is not that a wench Cousin? Try Cos. and satisfie your selfe. My Little-word, if your salute be ended, pray resigne. Nay, Mistris, I can kisse you without the helpe of a joyn'd stoole: please you to walke, and let my hand support you. Whither pray you little sir? To the next vaultingschoole. Alas, you cannot get up without a stirrop. Yes, and ride too without falling; please you to trye my activenesse. Prethee recall thy wonted goodnesse home, And with a vertuous scorne shake off this habit Of loose desires; it hath infection in it. Nothing comes from thee but documents. I sweare I should love thee much better if thou hadst lesse vertue. I prethee leave thy Stoicisme, and become an Epicure with me. My little Cos. here shall prove with undenyable arguments that drinking and wenching are the onely vertues in a gentleman of the last edition: to be excellent at them is a master-piece of education. Besides, they are the onely acumens of wit. Yes, to disease it. Take heed thy iudgement be not brought in question. Why diseas'd wits are— Better play at small game then sit out. A young gamester may throw in and in. Very seldome with three dice. Can your littlenesse cogge? Faire play is a gamesters glory. I love to shake the boxe well, and than let them run their length. Yes, I confesse it; where there is an union Of loving hearts, the joy exceed's expression. That love is vertuous whose desires doe never End in their satisfaction, but increase Towards the object. When a beautious frame Garnish't with all the lustre of perfection Invite's the eye, and tells the searching thoughts It holds a richer minde, with which my soule Would rather mixe her faculties. Iudge not of a man by his outward dimensions: My shape is not so defective to make you doubt performance: let's finde out a convenient place and try. Alas little one, you'l lose your selfe: you'l never hit the way home.