Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Did not you mark his Rhetoric cast at me? I was the But the shot at.— What praise if't, When't shall be said Philotas stood up still After the hundreth Flagon, when 'tis known He did not so in war?— mere, mere upbraiding: And shall Philotas this? this from Cratander? Whence this deep silence? are you sacrificing To your dumb Gods of Greece? where are your Caps? Your Loves, your Madness? Do not Ravish me; I will cry out a Rape, if that you come Within twelve foot of me; we must be modest. Modest an't please the Gods. Fie! fie! We looked, you should Have left at least a dozen of great bellies A piece behind you upon every Tribe. Where are your Spirits? had I been in your case, Nature ere this had been inverted. But You think on your last end, as if the world Were to expire with you. O! we must walk Discreetly, look as carefully to our steps, As if we were to dance on ropes, with Eggs Under our feet: we have left off shackles, To be worse fettered. Can a breast of large And ample thoughts tamely endure the ring? And be led quietly by th'Patient Nose, When Licence is Religion? One whose dull And sluggish temper is called wisdom, one Whose indiscretion killed with some formality, As Quicksilver with fasting spital, doth pass For a grave governing Garb This heavy lump Dulls all your active fire. You understand not: For to what end is Liberty indulged? To be oppressed by a severer Rule? One newly taken from among yourselves, To make your state worse by his Tyranny? But you show what you can endure. By Heaven We do enslave ourselves; We can b'as free As is Cratander, though not so malicious. You are as things of nought with him; for tell me; When called he Stratocles to Council? when Asked he Leocrates his advice? Philotas, Archippus, names excluded from his thoughts, But when he means to show that he hath anger. What Star wert thou borne under Stratocles? That which all Governors of Market-towns are, Some lazy Planet, I believe. Thou wert wont To exercise upon a throat or two, To keep thy hand in ure; now show thyself: Let's slit this graver weasand. Now I see You have some man about you, now your bloods Run as they should do, high and full; you slept Merely till now. If that Cratander should Quit scores with Nature e'er his time be out, The King must choose again; the dead you know ne'er goes for Sacrifice. Must one of us Piece up his Reign then? There's no other way; The Gods themselves require't. My Haunches quake, As if that Molops were to season them, And put 'em straight in past for the great Gods whoe'er Succeeds him. shall allow the rest whate'er Nature or Art can yield. Nothing shall be Unlawful, but to sleep and mumble Prayers. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Then fill me out an Oath. All I presume will bind themselves with this Good common looser of all cares, but what Do tend to Liberty to do the like.
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Did not you marke his Rhetorique cast at me? I was the But the shot at.—What prayse if't, When't shall be said Philotas stood up still After the hundreth Flagon, when 'tis knowne He did not so in warre?—meere, meere upbrayding: And shall Philotas this? this from Cratander? Whence this deepe silence? are you sacrificing To your dumbe Gods of Greece? where are your Cappes? Your Loves, your Madnesse? Do not Ravish me; I will cry out a Rape, if that you come Within twelve foot of me; we must be modest. Modest an't please the Gods. Fy! fy! We look'd, you should Have left at least a dozen of great bellies A peece behinde you upon every Tribe. Where are your Spirits? had I been in your case▪ Nature e're this had been inverted. But You thinke on your last end, as if the world Were to expire with you. O! we must walke Discreetly, looke as carefully to our steps, As if we were to dance on ropes, with Egges Under our feet: we have left off shackles, To be worse fetterd. Can a brest of large And ample thoughts tamely endure the ring? And be led quietly by th'Patient Nose, When Licence is Religion? One whose dull And sluggish temper is call'd wisdome, one Whose indiscretion kill'd with some formality, As Quicksilver with fasting spittle, doth passe For a grave governing Garbe This heavy lumpe Dulls all your active fire. You understand not: For to what end is Liberty indulg'd? To be oppress'd by a severer Rule? One newly taken from among your selves, To make your state worse by his Tyranny? But you shew what you can endure. By Heav'n We doe enslave our selves; We can b'as free As is Cratander, though not so malitious. You are as things of nought with him; for tell me; When call'd he Stratocles to Councell? when Ask'd he Leocrates his advice? Philotas, Archippus, names excluded from his thoughts, But when he meanes to shew that he hath anger. What Star wert thou borne under Stratocles? That which all Governours of Market-townes are, Some lazy Planet, I beleeve. Thou 'wer wont To exercise upon a throat or two, To keepe thy hand in ure; now shew thy selfe▪ Let's slit this graver weazen. Now I see You have some man about you, now your blouds Run as they should doe, high and full; you slept Meerely till now. If that Cracander should Quit scores with Nature e're his time be out, The King must chuse againe; the dead you know Ne're goes for Sacrifice. Must one of us Peece up his Reigne then? There's no other way; The Gods themselves require't. My Hanches quake, As if that Molops were to season them, And put 'em streight in paste for the great Gods Who e're Succeeds him. shall allow the rest what e're Nature or Art can yeeld. Nothing shall be Uulawfull, but to sleepe and mumble Prayers. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Then fill me out an Oath. All I presume will binde themselves with this Good common looser of all cares, but what Do tend to Liberty to doe the like.