Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Ha, ha, ha, she's sped, I warrant. Peace, Shadow, buy any pippins, buy. Peeps féene, féene Tamasco apples. Came not Lord Longavile to buy some fruit? No fat, master, here came no Lords nor Ladies, but di none sweet self. 'tis well, say nothing, here's six crowns for two: You say the virtues are to make one strong. Yes fat and make sweet countenance & strong too. 'tis excellent, here: farewell, if these prove, I'll conquer men by strength, women by love. Ha, ha, ha, why this is rare. Peace, master, here comes another fool. Peeps féene, buy any peeps of Tamasco? Did not the Lord Montrosse return to you? No fat, sweet master, no Lord did turn to us: Peeps féene. I am glad of it: here are nine crowns for thee: What are the virtues besides making fair? O, 'twill make thee wondrous wise. And dow shall be no more a fool, but sweet face and wise. 'tis rare, farewell, I never yet durst woo. None loves me: now i'll try what these can do. Ha, ha, ha. So, this is admirable, Shadow, here end my torments in Saint Patrick's Purgatory, but thine shall continue longer. Did I not clap on a good false Irish face? It became thee rarely. Yet that's lamentable, that a false face should become any man. Thou art a gull, 'tis all the fashion now, which fashion because we'll keep, step thou abroad, let not the world want fools: whilst thou art commencing thy knavery there, i'll proceed Doctor Dodipoll here: that done, thou Shadow and I will fat ourselves to behold the transformation of these fools: go fly. I fear nothing, but that whilst we strive to make others fools, we shall wear the Coxcombs ourselves, Pips fine etc. S'hart, here's my brother whom I have abused: His presence makes me blush, it strikes me dead, To think how I am metamorphosed. Féene paepins of Tamasco etc. For shame cast off this Mask. wilt thou buy any pips? Mock me no longer With idle apparitions: many a land Have I with weary feet and a sick soul Measured, to find thee; and when thou art found, My greatest grief is, that thou art not lost: Yet lost thou art, thy fame, thy wealth are lost, Thy wits are lost, and thou hast in their stead, With shame and cares, and misery crowned thy head. That Shadow that pursues thee, filled mine ears With sad relation of thy wretchedness, Where is the purse, and where my wishing Hat? Where? and where? are you created Constable, you stand so much upon Intergatories? the purse is gone, let that fret you, and the Hat is gone, let that mad you: I run thus through all trades to overtake them, if you'll be quiet, follow me, and help, if not, fly from me, and hang yourself: wilt thou buy any pippins?
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Ha, ha, ha, shées sped, I warrant. Peace, Shaddow, buy any péepins, buy. Péeps féene, féene Tamasco apples. Came not Lord Longauyle to buy some fruit? No fat, master, here came no Lords nor Ladies, but di none swéete selfe. Tis well, say nothing, heres six crownes for two: You say the vertues are to make one strong. Yes fat and make sweete countenance & strong too. Tis excellent, here: farwell, if these proue, Ile conquer men by strength, women by loue. Ha, ha, ha, why this is rare. Peace, master, here comes another foole. Péeps féene, buy any péepes of Tamasco? Did not the Lord Montrosse returne to you? No fat, swéete master, no Lord did turne to vs: Péepes féene. I am glad of it: here are nine crownes for thée: What are the vertues besides making faire? O, twill make thée wondrous wise. And dow shall bee no more a foole, but swéete face and wise. Tis rare, farwell▪ I neuer yet durst wooe. None loues me: now ile trie what these can doe. Ha, ha, ha. So, this is admirable, Shaddow, here end my torments in Saint Patrickes Purgatorie, but thine shall continue longer. Did I not clap on a good false Irish face? It became thée rarely. Yet thats lamentable, that a false face should become any man. Thou art a gull, tis all the fashion now, which fashion because wéele kéepe, step thou abroad, let not the world want fooles: whilst thou art commensing thy knauerie there, ile procéede Doctor Dodipoll here: that done, thou Shaddow and I will fat our selues to behold the transformation of these fooles: goe flie. I feare nothing, but that whilst wee striue to make others fooles, we shall weare the Coxcombes our selues, Pips fine &c. S'hart, here's my brother whome I haue abuzde: His presence makes me blush, it strikes me dead, To thinke how I am metamorphosed. Féene paepins of Tamasco &c. For shame cast off this Maske. Whilt thou buy any pips? Mocke me no longer With idle apparitions: many a land Haue I with wearie féete and a sicke soule Measurd, to find thée; and when thou art found, My greatest griefe is, that thou art not lost: Yet lost thou art, thy fame, thy welth are lost, Thy wits are lost, and thou hast in their stead, With shame and cares, and misery crownd thy head. That Shaddow that pursues thée, fild mine eares With sad relation of thy wretchednesse, Where is the purse, and where my wishing Hat? Where? and where? are you created Constable, you stand so much vpon Intergatories? the purse is gone, let that fret you, and the Hat is gone, let that mad you: I runne thus through all trades to ouer-take them, if youle bee quiet, follow me, and helpe, if not, flie from me, and hang your selfe: wilt thou buy any pippins?