Campaspe (Alexander, Campaspe, and Diogenes) · chunk 12 of 25
Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.74 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
They that know thee, know that. But dost thou not remember that we have certain liquor to confer withal. ay, but I have business, I must go cry a thing. Why, what hast thou lost? That which I never had, my dinner? Foul lubber wilt thou cry for thy dinner? I mean, I must cry, not as one would say cry, but cry, that is, make a noise. Why fool, that is all one, for if thou cry, thou must needs make a noise. Boy, thou art deceived Cry hath diverse significations, and may be alluded to many things, knave but one, and can be applied but to thee. Profound Manes. we Cynics are mad fellows, didst thou not find I did quip thee? No verily, why, what's a quip? We great girders call it a short saying of a sharp wit, with a bitter sense in a sweet word. How canst thou thus divine, divide, define, dispute, and all on the sudden? Wit will have his swing, I am bewitched, inspire, inflamed, infected. Well, then will not I tempt thy gibing spirit. Do not Psyllus, for thy dull head will be but a grindstone for my quick wit, which if thou whet with overthwarts, peristi, actum est de te. I have drawn blood at ones brains with a bitter bob. Let me cross myself: for I die, if I cross thee. Let me do my business, I myself am afraid, lest my wit should wax warm, and then must it needs consume some hard head with fine & pretty jests. I am sometimes in such a vain, that for want of some dull pate to work on, I begin to gird myself. The Gods shield me from such a fine fellow, whose words melt wits like wax. Well then, let us to the matter. In faith my master meaneth tomorrow to fly. It is a jest. Is it a jest to fly? shouldest thou fly so soon, thou shouldest repent it in earnest. Well, I will be the crier. O is, o is, o is, All manner of men, women, or children, that will come to morrow into the market place, between the hours of nine and ten, shall see Diogenes the Cynic fly. I do not think he will fly. Tush, say fly. Fly. Now let us go: for I will not see him again, till midnight, I have a back way into his tub. Which way callest thou the backway, when every way is open. I mean to come in at his back. Well, let us go away, that we may return speedily. I shall never draw your eyes well, because they blind mine. Why then, paint me without eyes, for I am blind? Were you ever shadowed before of any? No. And would you could so now shadow me, that I might not be perceived of any. It were pity, but that so absolute a face should furnish Venus' temple amongst these pictures. What are these pictures? This is Leda, whom Ioue deceived in likeness of a swan.
nodes 232–270 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 25 in this edition
Length
512 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T58 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
They that know thee, know that. But doest thou not remember that wee haue certeine licour to conferre withal. I, but I haue busines, I must go cry a thing. Why, what hast thou lost? That which I neuer had, my dinner? Foule lubber wilt thou crie for thy dinner? I meane, I must cry, not as one wold saye cry, but cry, that is, make a noyse. Why foole, that is all one, for if thou cry, thou must needes make a noise. Boy, thou art deceiued Cry hath diuerse significations, and may bee alluded to manye thinges, knaue but one, and can be applyed but to thee. Profound Manes. Wee Cynickes are madde fellowes, didste thou not finde I did quip thee? No verely, why, whats a quip? We great girders call it a short saying of a sharp witte, with a bitter sense in a sweete word. How canst thou thus diuine, deuide, define, dispute, and all on the sodaine? Wit wil haue his swing, I am bewitcht, inspirde, inflamed, infected. Well, then will not I tempt thy gybing spirite. Do not Psyllus, for thy dull head will bee but a grindstone for my quick wit, which if thou whet with ouertwhartes, peristi, actum est de te. I haue drawne bloud at ones braines with a bitter bob. Let me crosse my self: for I die, if I crosse thee. Let me do my busines, I my self am afraid, least my wit should waxe warm, and then must it needes consume some hard head with fine & prety iests. I am sometimes in such a vaine, that for want of some dull pate to worke on, I begin to gird my selfe. The Gods shield mee from such a fine fellowe, whose words melt wits like waxe. Well then, let vs to the matter. In fayth my maister meaneth tomorow to flye. It is a iest. Is it a iest to flye? shouldest thou flye so soone, thou shouldest repent it in earnest. Well, I will be the cryer. O ys, o ys, o ys, All manner of men, women, or children, that wil come to morow into the market place, betweene the houres of nine and ten, shall see Diogenes the Cynick fly. I do not think he wil flye. Tush, say fly. Fly. Now let vs goe: for I wil not see him againe, till midnight, I haue a back way into his tub. Which way callest thou the backwaye, when euery way is open. I meane to come in at his back. Well, let vs goe away, that we may returne speedely. I shall neuer drawe your eies well, because they blind mine. Why thē, paint me without eies, for I am blind? Were you euer shadowed before of any? No. And would you could so nowe shadow me, that I might not be perceiued of any. It were pittie, but that so absolute a face should furnish Venus temple amongst these pictures. What are these pictures? This is Laeda, whom Ioue deceiued in likenes of a swan.