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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
This fellow pecks up Wit as Pigeons Pease, And 〈◊〉 again when God doth please. He is wits peddler, and retales his wares: At Wakes and Wassels, meetings, markets, Fairs▪ And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know, Have not the grace to grace it with such show. This Gallant pins the Wenches on his sleeve▪ Had he been Adam he had tempted Eue. A can carve to, and lisp: Why this is he That kissed his hand, a way in courtesy. This is the Ape of Form, monsieur the nice, That when he plays at Tables chides the Dice In honourable terms; nay he can sing A mean most meanly, and in hushering. mend him who can, the Ladies call him sweet. The stairs as he treads on them kiss his feet. This is the flower that smiles on every one. To show his teeth as white as Whale's bone. And consciences that will not die in debt, Pay him the due of honie-tonged Boyet. A blister on his sweet tongue with my heart, That put Armathoes' Page out of his part. See where it comes. Behaviour what wert thou? Till this mad man showed thee, and what art thou now? All hail sweet Madam, and fair time of day. Fair in all Hail is foul, as I conceive. Construe my spaches better, if you may. Then wish me better, I will give you leave. We came to visit you, and purpose now, To lead you to our Court, vouchsafe it then. This Field shall hold me, and so hold your vow: Nor God nor I delights in perjured men. Rebuke me not for that which you provoke: The virtue of your eye must break my oath. You nickname virtue, vice you should have spoke: For virtues office never breaks men's troth. Now by my maiden honour yet as pure, As the unsallied Lily I protest, A world of torments though I should endure, I would not yield to be your houses guest: So much I hate a breaking cause to be Of heavenly Oaths vowed with integrity. O you have lived in desolation here, Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame. Not so my Lord, it is not so I swear, We have had pastimes here and pleasant game, A mess of Russians left us but of late. How Madam? Russians? I in truth My Lord. Trim gallants, full of Courtship and of state. Madame speak true: It is not so my Lord: My Lady (to the manner of the days) In courtesy gives undeserving praise. We four in deed confronted were with four, In Russian habit: here they stayed an hour, And talked apace: and in that hour (my Lord) They did not bless us with one happy word. I dare not call them fools; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would feign have drink.
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This fellow peckes vp Wit as Pidgions Peaſe, And againe when God dooth pleaſe. He is Witts Pedler, and retales his wares: At Wakes and Waſsels, meetings, markets, Faires▪ And we that ſell by groſſe, the Lord doth know, Haue not the grace to grace it with ſuch ſhow. This Gallant pins the Wenches on his ſleeue▪ Had he bin Adam he had tempted Eue. A can carue to, and liſpe: Why this is hee That kiſt his hand, a way in courtiſie. This is the Ape of Forme, Mounſier the nice, That when he playes at Tables chides the Dice In honorable tearmes; nay he can ſing A meane moſt meanely, and in huſhering. Mende him who can, the Ladies call him ſweete. The ſtaires as he treades on them kiſſe his feete. This is the floure that ſmyles on euery one. To ſhew his teeth as white as Whales bone. And conſciences that will not die in debt, Pay him the due of honie-tonged Boyet. A bliſter on his ſweete tongue with my hart, That put Armathoes Page out of his part. See where it comes. Behauiour what wert thou? Till this mad man ſhewed thee, and what art thou now? All haile ſweete Madame, and faire time of day. Faire in all Haile is foule, as I conceaue. Conſture my ſpaches better, if you may. Then wiſh me better, I will giue you leaue. We came to viſite you, and purpoſe now, To leade you to our Court, vouchſafe it then. This Feelde ſhall holde me, and ſo hold your vow: Nor God nor I delights in periurd men. Rebuke me not for that which you prouoke: The vertue of your eie muſt breake my oth. You nickname vertue, vice you ſhould haue ſpoke: For vertues office neuer breakes mens troth. Now by my maiden honour yet as pure, As the vnſallied Lilly I proteſt, A worlde of tormentes though I ſhould endure, I would not yeelde to be your houſes gueſt: So much I hate a breaking cauſe to be Of heauenly Othes vowed with integritie. O you haue liu'd in deſolation heere, Vnſeene, vnuiſited, much to our ſhame. Not ſo my Lord, it is not ſo I ſweare, We haue had paſtimes here and pleaſant game, A meſſe of Russians left vs but of late. How Madame? Russians? I in trueth My Lord. Trim gallants, full of Courtſhip and of ſtate. Madame ſpeake true: It is not ſo my Lord: My Ladie (to the maner of the dayes) In curteſie giues vndeſeruing praiſe. We foure in deede confronted were with foure, In Russian habite: heere they ſtayed an houre, And talkt apace: and in that houre (my Lord) They did not bleſſe vs with one happie word. I dare not call them fooles; but this I thinke, When they are thirſtie, fooles would faine haue drinke.