Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Twice sodd simplicity, bis coctus, O thou monster ignorance, How deformed dost thou look. Sir he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book. He hath not eat paper as it were: he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished, he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts: and such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be: which we taste, and feeling, are for those parts that do fructify in us more than he. For as it would ill become me to be vain, indistreell, or a fool, So were there a patch set on Learning, to see him in a school. But omne bene say I, being of an old Father's mind, Many can brook the weather, that love not the wind. You two are bookmen, Can you tell me by your wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not five weeks old as yet? Dictisima goodman Dull, dictisima goodman Dull. What is dictima? A title to Phebe, to Luna, to the Moon. The Moon was a month old when Adam was no more. And wrought not to five-weeks when he came to fivescore. Th' allusion holds in the Exchange. 'tis true in deed, the Collusion holds in the Exchange. God comfort thy capacity, I say th' allusion holds in the Exchange. And I say the polusion holds in the Exchange: for the Moon is never but a month old: and I say beside that, ttwas a Pricket that the Princess kild. Sir Nathaniel, will you hear an extemporal epitaph on the death of the Dear, and to humour the ignorault called the Dear: the Princess killed a Pricket. Perge, good M. Holofernes perge, so it shall please you to abrogate squirilitie. I will something affect the letter, for it argues facility. The prayfull Princess pierced and pricked a pretty pleasing Pricket, Some say a Sore, but not a sore, till now made sore with shooting. The Dogs did yell, put ell to Sore, than Sorrel jumps from thicket: Or Pricket-sore, or else Sorrel, the people fall a hooting. If Sore be sore, then el to Sore, makes fifty sores o sorrel: Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more I. A rare talon. If a talon be a claw, look how he claws him with a talon. This is a gift that I have simple: simple, a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, Ideas, aprehentions, motions, revolutions. These are begot in the ventricle of Memory, nourished in the womb of primater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion: But the gift is gooden those whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it. Sir, I praise the L. for you, and so may my parishioners, for their Sons are well tutored by you, and their Daughter's profit very greatly under you: you are a good member of the common wealth.
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Twice ſodd ſimplicitie, bis coctus, O thou monſter ignorance, How deformed dooſt thou looke. Sir he hath neuer fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke. He hath not eate paper as it were: he hath not drunke inck. His intellect is not repleniſhed, he is only an annimall, only ſenſible in the duller partes: and ſuch barren plantes are ſet before vs, that we thankful ſhould be: which we taſte, and feeling, are for thoſe partes that doe fructifie in vs more then he. For as it would ill become me to be vaine, indiſtreell, or a foole, So were there a patch ſet on Learning, to ſee him in a ſchole. But omne bene ſay I, being of an olde Fathers minde, Many can brooke the weather, that loue not the winde. You two are book-men, Can you tel me by your wit, What was a month old at Cains birth, that's not fiue weeks old as yet? Dictiſima goodman Dull, dictiſima goodman Dull. What is dictima? A title to Phebe, to Luna, to the Moone. The Moone was a month old when Adam was no more. And rought not to fiue-weeks when he came to fiueſcore. Th' alluſion holdes in the Exchange. Tis true in deede, the Colluſion holdes in the Exchange. God comfort thy capacitie, I ſay th' alluſion holdes in the Exchange. And I ſay the poluſion holdes in the Exchange: for the Moone is neuer but a month olde: and I ſay beſide that, twas a Pricket that the Princeſſe kil. Sir Nathaniel, will you heare an extemporall Epytaph on the death of the Deare, and to humour the ignorault cald the Deare: the Princeſſe kild a Pricket. Perge, good M. Holofernes perge, ſo it ſhall pleaſe you to abrogate ſquirilitie. I wil ſomthing affect the letter, for it argues facilitie. ❧The prayfull Princeſſe pearſt and prickt a prettie pleaſing Pricket, Some ſay a Sore, but not a ſore, till now made ſore with ſhooting. The Dogges did yell, put ell to Sore, then Sorell iumps from thicket: Or Pricket-ſore, or els Sorell, the people fall a hooting. If Sore be ſore, then el to Sore, makes fiftie ſores o ſorell: Of one ſore I an hundred make by adding but one more I. A rare talent. If a talent be a claw, looke how he clawes him with a talent. This is a gyft that I haue ſimple: ſimple, a fooliſh extrauagant ſpirit, full of formes, figures, ſhapes, obiectes, Ideas, aprehentions, motions, reuolutions. Theſe are begot in the ventricle of Memorie, nouriſht in the wombe of primater, and deliuered vpon the mellowing of occaſion: But the gyft is goodn thoſe whom it is acute, and I am thankfull for it. Sir, I prayſe the L. for you, and ſo may my pariſhioners, for their Sonnes are well tuterd by you, and their Daughters profite very greatly vnder you: you are a good member of the common wealth.