Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.80 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
This jest is dry to me, gentle sweet, Your wits makes wise things foolish when we greet Wtih eyes best seeing, heavens fiery eye: By light we lose light, your capacity Is of that nature, that to your huge store, Wise things seem foolish, and rich things but poor. This proves you wise and rich: for in my eye. I am a fool, and full of poverty. But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue. O, I am yours and all that I possess. All the fool mine. I cannot give you less. Which of the Vizards was it that you wore? Where, when, what Vizard? why demand you this? There, then, that Vizard? that superfluous case, That hide the worse, and showed the better face. We were descried, they'll mock us now dounright. Let us confess and turn it to a jest. Amazed my Lord? Why looks your highness sad? Help hold his brows, he'll sound: why look you pale? Sea sick I think coming from Muscouie. Thus pooure the Stars down plagues for perjury. Can any face of brass hold longer out? Hear stand I, Lady dart thy skill at me, Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout. Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance▪ Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit. And I will wish thee never more to dance, Nor never more in Russian habit wait. O never will I trust to speeches penned, Nor to the motion of a Schoolboys tongue▪ Nor never come in vizard to my friend, Nor woe in rhyme like a blind harper's song. Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three piled Hiberboles, spruce affection: Figures pedantical, these summer flies, Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. I do forswear them, and I here protest, By this white Glove (how white the hand God knows) Henceforth my wooing mind shallbe expressed In russet yea, and honest kersey no's. And to begin Wench, so God help me law, My love to thee is sound, sance crack or flaw▪ Sans, sans, I pray you. Yet I have a trick, Of the old rage: bear with me, I am sick. I'll leave it by degrees; soft, let us see, Writ Lord have mercy on us, on those three, They are infected, in their hearts it lies: They have the Plague, and caught it of your eyes, These Lords are visited, you are not free, For the Lords tokens on you do I see. No, they are free that gave these tokens to us. Our states are forfeit, seek not to undo us. It is not so, for how can this be true, That you stand forfeit, being those that sue. Peace, for I will not have to do with you. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. Speak for yourselves, my wit is at an end. Teach us sweet Madam, for our rude transgression Some fair excuse.
nodes 1483–1544 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 37 in this edition
Length
499 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.804 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This ieſt is drie to me, gentle ſweete, Your wits makes wiſe thinges fooliſh when we greete Wtih eies beſt ſeeing, heauens fierie eie: By light we looſe light, your capacitie Is of that nature, that to your hudge ſtoore, Wiſe thinges ſeeme fooliſh, and rich thinges but poore. This proues you wiſe and rich: for in my eie. I am a foole, and full of pouertie. But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to ſnatch wordes from my tongue. O, I am yours and all that I poſſeſſe. All the foole mine. I cannot giue you leſſe. Which of the Vizards was it that you wore? Where, when, what Vizard? why demaund you this? There, then, that Vizard? that ſuperfluous caſe, That hid the worſe, and ſhewed the better face. We were deſcried, theyle mock vs now dounright. Let vs confeſſe and turne it to a ieſt. Amazde my Lord? Why lookes your highnes ſad? Helpe holde his browes, heele ſound: why looke you pale? Sea ſicke I thinke comming from Muſcouie. Thus pooure the Starres downe plagues for periurie. Can anie face of braſſe hold longer out? Heere ſtand I, Ladie dart thy skill at me, Bruſe me with ſcorne, confound me with a flout. Thruſt thy ſharpe wit quite through my ignorance▪ Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit. And I will wiſh thee neuer more to daunce, Nor neuer more in Ruſsian habite waite. O neuer will I truſt to ſpeaches pend, Nor to the motion of a Schoole-boyes tongue▪ Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend, Nor woo in rime like a blind harpers ſongue. Taffata phraſes, ſilken tearmes preciſe, Three pilde Hiberboles, ſpruce affection: Figures pedanticall, theſe ſommer flies, Haue blowne me full of maggot oſtentation. I do forſweare them, and I here proteſt, By this white Gloue (how white the hand God knowes) Hencefoorth my wooing minde ſhalbe expreſt In ruſſet yeas, and honeſt kerſie noes. And to begin Wench, ſo God helpe me law, My loue to thee is ſound, ſance cracke or flaw▪ Sans, ſans, I pray you. Yet I haue a tricke, Of the olde rage: beare with me, I am ſicke. Ile leaue it by degrees; ſoft, let vs ſee, Write Lord haue mercie on vs, on thoſe three, They are infected, in their hartes it lyes: They haue the Plague, and caught it of your eyes, Theſe Lordes are viſited, you are not free, For the Lords tokens on you do I ſee. No, they are free that gaue theſe tokens to vs. Our ſtates are forfait, ſeeke not to vndoo vs. It is not ſo, for how can this be true, That you ſtand forfait, being thoſe that ſue. Peace, for I will not haue to doe with you. Nor ſhall not, if I do as I intende. Speake for your ſelues, my wit is at an ende. Teach vs ſweet Madame, for our rude tranſgreſſion Some faire excuſe.