Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 25] (Annals) moral · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
keth-mans' precedent. Sir, I have no skill In any thing, if I have any, 'tis In languages, but yet insooth I speak Only my mother Tongue; I have not gained The Hebrew, Chaldee, Syriack, or Arabic; Nor know the Greek with all her Dialects. Scaliger and Tom Coriate both excel me. I have no skill in French, Italian, Spanish, Turkish, Egyptian, China, Persian Tongues▪ Indeed the Latin I was whipped into; But Ruscian, Slavonian, and Dalmatian With Saxon, Danish, and Albanian speech, That of the Cossaches, and Hungarian too, With Biscays, and the prime of languages, Dutch, Weltch, and Irish are too hard for me To be familiar in: and yet some think (But thought is free) that I do speak all these As I were borne in each. But they may err That think so; 'Tis not every judgement sits In the infallible chair. To confess truth All Europe, Asia, and Africa too; But in America, and the newfound world I very much fear there be some languages That would go near to puzzle me. Very likely. You have a pretty pittance in the Tongues; But Eiron, I am now more general; I can speak all alike, there is no stranger Of so remote a nation hears me talk But confidently calls me Countryman- The witty world giving my worth her due Surnames me the Confusion▪ I but want An Orator like you to speak my praise. Am I an Orator Alazon? no; Though it hath pleased the wiser few to say Demosthenes was not so eloquent; But friends will flatter, and I am not bound To believe all Hyperboles: something sir Perchance I have, but 'tis not worth the naming▪ Especially Alazon in your presence. Your modesty Eiron speaks but truth in this. I need not flatter these, they'll do't themselves, And cross the Proverb that was wont to say One Mule doth scrub another, here each Ass Hath learned to claw himself. I do ●…urpasse All Orators. How like you my Orations? Those against Catiline; I account them best, Except my Philippics; all acknowledge me Above the three great Orators of Rome. What three Alazon? Marcus, Tullius, And Cicero, the best of all the three. Why those three names are all the self same man's Then all is one. Were those three names three men. I should excel them all. And then for Poetry! There is no Poetry but Homer's Iliads. Alas 'twas writeth ' nonage of my Muses. You understand th'Italian? A little sir, I have read Tasso. And Torquato too? Their still the same. I find you very skilful. Eiron, I err only to found your judgement. You are a Poet too. The world may think so, But 'tis deceived, and I am sorry for't. But I will tell you sir some excellent verses Made by a friend of mine; I have not read A better Epigram of a Neoterique. Pray do my eyes the favour sir to let me read 'um. Strange sights there late was seen, that did affright The Multitude; the Moon was seen by night, And Sun appeared by day:— is it not good?
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keth-mans president. Sir, I have no skill In any thing, if I have any, 'tis In languages, but yet insooth I speak Only my mother Tongue; I have not gain'd The Hebrew, Chaldee, Syriack, or Arabick; Nor know the Greek with all her Dialects. Scaliger and Tom Coriate both excell me. I have no skill in French, Italian, Spanish, Turkish, Aegyptian, China, Persian Tongues▪ Indeed the Latine I was whipt into; But Ruscian, Slavonian, and Dalmatian With Saxon, Danish, and Albanian speech, That of the Cossaches, and Hungarian too, With Biscays, and the prime of languages, Dutch, Weltch, and Irish are too hard for me To be familiar in: and yet some think (But thought is free) that I doe speak all these As I were borne in each. But they may erre That think so; 'Tis not every Iudgment sits In the infallible chaire. To confesse truth All Europe, Asia, and Affrick too; But in America, and the new-found world I very much feare there be some languages That would goe neere to puzzle me. Very likely. You have a pretty pittance in the Tongues; But Eiron, I am now more generall; I can speak all alike, there is no stranger Of so remote a nation heares me talke But confidently calls me Country-man- The witty world giving my worth her due Surnames me the Confusion▪ I but want An Oratour like you to speak my praise. Am I an Oratour Alazon? no; Though it hath pleas'd the wiser few to say Demosthenes was not so eloquent; But freinds will flatter, and I am not bound To believe all Hyperboles: something sir Perchance I have, but 'tis not worth the naming▪ Especially Alazon in your presence. Your modesty Eiron speaks but truth in this. I need not flatter these, they'le doe't themselves, And crosse the Proverb that was wont to say One Mule doth scrub another, here each Asse Hath learn'd to claw himselfe. I doe urpasse All Oratours. How like you my Orations? Those against Catiline; I account them best, Except my Philippicks; all acknowledge me Above the three great Oratours of Rome. What three Alazon? Marcus, Tullius, And Cicero, the best of all the three. Why those three names are all the selfe same mans Then all is one. Were those three names three men. I should excell them all. And then for Poetry! There is no Poetry but Homers Iliads. Alasse twas writith' nonage of my Muses. You understand th'Italian? A little sir, I have read Tasso. And Torquato too? Their still the same. I find you very skilfull. Eiron, I erre only to found your judgement. You are a Poet too. The world may think so, But 'tis deceiv'd, and I am sorry for't. But I will tell you sir some excellent verses Made by a friend of mine; I have not read A better Epigram of a Neoterique. Pray doe my eyes the favour sir to let mee read 'um. Strange sights there late was seene, that did affright The Multitude; the Moone was seene by night, And Sun appear'd by day:—is it not good?