Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.83 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Yes once; marry, that was but to show what a gentleman might do in a Humour. O very good. Why this fellows discourse were nothing but for the word Humour. O bear with him, and he should lack matter and words too, 'twere pitiful. Nay look you Sir, there's ne'er a Gentleman i' the country has the like humours for the Hobby-horse as I have; I have the Method for the threading of the needle, the— How the Method. ay, the legerity for that, and the wigh-hie, and the daggers in the nose, and the travels of the egg from finger to finger, all the humours incident to the quality. The horse hangs at home in my parlour, I'll keep it for a monument, as long as I live sure. Do so; and when you die, 'twill be an excellent Trophy to hang over your tomb. Mass, and I'll have a tomb (now I think on't) 'tis but so much charges. Best build it in your life time then, your heirs may hap to forget it else. Nay I mean so, I'll not trust to them. No, for heirs and executors are grown damnably careless, specially since the ghosts of Testators left walking: how like you him signor? 'Fore heavens his Humour arrides me exceedingly. Arrides you? ay, pleases me (a pox on 't) I am so haunted at the court & at my lodging with your refined choice spirits, that it makes me clean of another Garb, another strain, I know not how; I cannot frame me to your harsh vulgar phrase, 'tis against my Genius. signor Carlo. This is right to that of Horace, Dum vitant stulti vitia in contraria currunt: so this gallant labouring to avoid Popularity, falls into a habit of Affectation ten thousand times more hateful than the former. Who he? a gull? a fool? no salt in him i' the earth man: he looks like a fresh Salmon kept in a tub; he'll be spent shortly, his brain's lighter than his feather already, and his tongue more subject to lie, than that's to wag: he sleeps with a musk-cat every night, and walks all day hanged in Pomander chains for penance: he has his skin tanned in civet, to make his complexion strong, and the sweetness of his youth lasting in the sense of his sweet lady. A good empty Puff, he loves you well signor. There shall be no love lost Sir, I'll assure you. Nay Carlo, I am not happy i' thy love I see, prithee suffer me to enjoy thy company a little (sweet mischief) by this air, I shall envy this gentleman's place in thy affections, if you be thus private i'faith: how now? is the knight arrived? No sir, but 'tis guessed he will arrive presently, by his forerunners. His hounds! by Minerva an excellent Figure; a good boy. You should give him a French crown for it: the boy would find two better Figures i' that, & a good Figure of your bounty beside. Tut, the boy wants no crowns.
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512 words · 689 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Yes once; marry, that was but to shew what a gentleman might doe in a Humor. O very good. VVhy this fellowes discourse were nothing but for the word Humor. O beare with him, and he should lacke matter and words too, 'twere pittifull. Nay looke you Sir, there's ne're a Gentleman i' the countrie has the like humors for the Hobby-horse as I haue; I haue the Methode for the threeding of the needle, the— How the Methode. I, the Leigeritie for that, and the wigh-hie, and the daggers in the nose, and the trauels of the egge from finger to finger, all the humors incident to the qualitie. The horse hangs at home in my parlor, I'le keepe it for a monument, as long as I liue sure. Doe so; and when you die, 'twill be an excellent Trophee to hang ouer your tomb. Masse, and I'le haue a tombe (now I thinke on't) 'tis but so much charges. Best build it in your life time then, your heires may hap to forget it else. Nay I meane so, Ile not trust to them. No, for heirs and executors are grown damnably carelesse, specially since the ghosts of Testators left walking: how like you him Signior? 'Fore heauens his Humor arrides me exceedingly. Arrides you? I, pleases me (a pox on 't) I am so haunted at the court & at my lodging with your refin'd choise spirits, that it makes me cleane of another Garbe, another straine, I know not how; I cannot frame me to your harsh vulgar phrase, 'tis against my Genius. Signior Carlo. This is right to that of Horace, Dum vitant stulti vitia in contraria currunt: so this gallant labouring to auoid Popularitie, fals into a habit of Affectatiō ten thousand times more hatefull than the former. VVho he? a gull? a foole? no salt in him i' the earth man: he lookes like a fresh Salmon kept in a tub; hee'le bee spent shortly, his braine's lighter than his feather alreadie, and his tongue more subject to lie, than that's to wag: he sleepes with a muske-cat euery night, and walkes all day hang'd in Pomander chaines for pennance: hee ha's his skinne tan'd in ciuet, to make his complexion strong, and the sweetnesse of his youth lasting in the sence of his sweet ladie. A good emptie Puffe, hee loues you well Signior. There shall be no loue lost Sir, I'le assure you. Nay Carlo, I am not happie i' thy loue I see, pr'y thee suffer me to enjoy thy companie a little (sweet mischeefe) by this aire, I shall envie this gentlemans place in thy affections, if you be thus priuate I faith: how now? is the knight arriu'd? No sir, but 'tis gest he will arriue presently, by his forerunners. His hounds! by Minrua an excellent Figure; a good boy. You should giue him a French crowne for it: the boy would find two better Figures i' that, & a good Figure of your bountie beside. Tut, the boy wants no crownes.