Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Yes thou wot stop a breach in a mud wall, Or serve for a Priapus in the garden to Fright away crows, and keep the corn, bean shatter, Thou wot. Ha ha ha. Or thou wot serve at shrove tide to ha' thy legs Broken with penny truncheons in the street, 'tis pity any Cock should stand the pelting, Aod such a Capon unpreferr'd. Ha ha ha. Cry mercy y'are a kinsman to the Lord, A Gentleman of high and mighty blood. But cold enough, won't all this provoke him? Dost hear? for all this I will undertake To thrash a better man out of a wench. That travels with her butter milk to market Between two dorsers, any day o'th' week, My twice sod tail of green fish, I will do't Or lose, my inheritance, tell me, and do not stammer, When wert thou cudgeled last? what woman beat thee? Excellent Barker. Thou art the town top, A boy will set thee up, and make thee spin Home with an eel-skin, do not marry, do not, Thy wife will coddle thee, and serve thee up In plates with Sugar and Rose water to Him that had the grace to cuckold thee; And if Pythagoras' transmigration Of souls were true, thy spirit should be tenant To a horse. Why to a horse? A switch and spur would do some good upon you, Why dost thou interfere, get the grincomes, go, And straddle like a gentleman that would Not shame his kindred, but what do I Lose time with such a puppy? Well, go thy ways I'll justify thy wit At my own peril. I would speak with you, Be not too busy with your Lordship's legs, I'll tell you somewhat. Speak toth' purpose then. I bestowed A visit on the Ladies which you wot on, They have their wits still, and resolve to keep 'em, They won't hang themselves for a young Lord, Nor grow into consumption, other men Have eyes, and nose, and lips, and handsome legs too: So fare you well Lord, my I left your kick With your cosin buy buy otter. Very well. But hark you cosin Bostocke, you have a mind And modest constitution, I expected You would have lifted up your leg. To kick him, Why, and you would ha' given a thousand pound, I could not do't for laughing, beside, He was your friend my Lord. Did you spare him For that consideration? Howsoever, What honour had it been for me to quarrel? Or wit indeed, if every man should take All the abuses that are meant, great men Would be laughed at, some fools must ha' their jests, Had he been any man of blood or valour, One that professed the sword, such as the colonel, Less provocation would ha' made me active. The Eagles takes no Flies, is that it, how now Sir Ambrose, and my honoured friend Sr. Marmaduke? You are strangers.
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Yes thou wot stop a breach in a mudde wall, Or serve for a Priapus in the garden to Fright away crowes, and keepe the corne, beane shatter, Thou wot. Ha ha ha. Or thou wot serve at shrove tide to ha thy legges Broken with penny trounchens in the streete, Tis pitty any Cocke should stand the pelting, Aod such a Capon unpreferr'd. Ha ha ha. Cry mercy y'are a kinsman to the Lord, A Gentleman of high and mighty blood. But cold enough, wonot all this provoke him? Dost heare? for all this I will undertake To thrash a better man out of a wench. That travells with her butter milke to market Betweene two dorsers, any day oth' weeke, My twice sod taile of greene fish, I will do't Or loose, my inheritance, tell me, and doe not stammer, When wert thou cudgell'd last? what woman beate thee? Excellent Barker. Thou art the towne top, A boy will set thee up, and make thee spinne Home with an Eeleskinne, do not marry, doe not, Thy wife will coddle thee, and serve thee up In plates with Sugar and Rose water to Him that had the grace to cuckold thee; And if Pythagoras transmigration Of soules were true, thy spirit should be tenant To a horse. Why to a horse? A switch and spurre would doe some good upon you, Why dost thou enterfare, get the grincomes, goe, And straddle like a gentleman that wod Not shame his kindred, but what doe I Lose time with such a puppie? Well, goe thy wayes Ile justifie thy wit At my owne perill. I would speake with you, Be not too busie with your Lordships legges, Ile tell you somewhat. Speake toth' purpose then. I bestow'd A visite on the Ladies which you wot on, They have their wits still, and resolve to keepe 'em, They wonot hang themselves for a young Lord, Nor grow into consumption, other men Have eyes, and nose, and lippes, and hansome legges too: So fare you well Lord, my I left your kicke With your cosin buy buy otter. Very well. But harke you cosin Bostocke, you have a minde And modest constitution, I expected You wod have lifted up your legge. To kicke him, Why, and you wod ha given a thousand pound, I could not do't for laughing, beside, He was your friend my Lord. Did you spare him For that consideration? Howsoever, What honour had it beene for me to quarrell? Or wit indeede, if every man should take All the abuses that are meant, great men Would be laughed at, some fooles must ha their jests, Had he beene any man of blood or valour, One that profes'd the sword, such as the Coronell, Lesse provocation would ha made me active. The Eagles takes no Flies, is that it, how now Sir Ambrose, and my honor'd friend Sr. Marmaduke? You are strangers.