Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
He did dance in it, with as good humour, and as good regard, as any man of his degree what soever, being no gentleman: I have danced in it myself too. Not since the humour of gentility was upon you? did you? 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 and all, the— How, the method. I, the legerity for that, and the wigh-hie, and the daggers in the nose, and the travels of the egg from singer to singer, 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? I, pleases me (a pox on't) I am so haunted at the count, and at my lodging, with your refined choice spirits, that it makes me clean of another garb, another sheaf, 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 affection, ten thousand times hatefuller 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, then that's to wag: he sleeps with a musk-cat every night, and walks all day hunged 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: pray thee 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?
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He did dance in it, with as good humour, and as good regard, as any man of his degree what soeuer, being no gentleman: I haue danc't in it my selfe too. Not since the humour of gentilitie was vpon you? did you? Yes, once; mary, that was but to shew what a gentleman might doe, in a humour. O, very good. Why, this fellowes discourse were nothing, but for the word Humour. 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 countrey has the like humours, for the hobby-horse, as I haue; I haue the method for the threeding of the needle and all, the— How, the method. I, the leigeritie for that, and the wigh-hie, and the daggers in the nose, and the trauels of the egge from singer to singer, all the humours incident to the quality. 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 tombe. 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 heires, and executors, are growne damnably carelesse, specially, since the ghosts of testators left walking: how like you him, Signior? Fore heauens, his humour arrides me exceedingly. Arrides you? I, pleases me (a pox on't) I am so haunted at the count, and at my lodging, with your refin'd choise spirits, that it makes me cleane of another garbe, another sheafe, 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, Dm vitant slli vitis, in contraria currunt: so this gallant, labouring to anoid popularitie, fals into a habit of affection, ten thousand times hatefuller then the former. Who, hee? a gull, a foole, no salt in him i' the earth, man: hee looks like a fresh salmon kept in a tub, hee'le be spent shortly. His braine's lighter then his feather already, and his tongue more subiect to lie, then that's to wag: he sleepes with a muske-cat euery night, and walkes all day hung'd in pomander chaines for penance: he ha's his skin tan'd in ciuet, to make his complexion strong, and the sweetnesse of his youth lasting in the sense of his sweet lady. A good emptie puffe, he loues you well, Signior. There shall be no loue lost, sir, Ile assure you. Nay, CARLO, I am not happy i' thy loue, I see: pr'y thee suffer me to enioy thy company a little (sweet mischiefe) by this aire, I shall enuy this gentlemans place in thy affections, if you be thus priuate, yfaith. How now? is the knight arriu'd?