Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 462 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.
Sir, your wit ambles well, it goes easily. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit: true says she, a fine little one: no said I, a great wit: right says she, a great gross one: nay said I, a good wit: just said she, it hurts no body: nay said I, the gentleman is wise: certain said she, a wise gentleman: nay said I, he hath the tongues: that I believe said she, for he swore a thing to me on munday night, which he forswore on tuesday morning: there's a double tongue, there's two tongues: thus did she an hour together transshape thy particular virtues, yet at last she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the properest man in Italy. For the which she wept hearty, and said she cared not. Yea that she did, but yet for all that, and if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly, the old man's daughter told us all. All, all, and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden. But when shall we set the savage Bulls horns on the sensible Benedicks head? Yea and text underneath, here dwells Benedick the married man. Far you well, Boy, you know my mind, I will leave you now to your gosseplike humour, you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not: my Lord, for your many courtesies I thank you, I must discontinue your company, your brother the Bastard is fled from Messina: you have among you, killed a sweet and innocent Lady: for my Lord Lackebeard there, he and I shall meet, and till than peace be with him. He is in earnest. In most profound earnest, and I'll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice. And hath challenged thee. Most sincerely. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit. He is then a Giant to an Ape, but then is an Ape a Doctor to such a man. But soft you, let me be, pluck up my heart, and be sad, did he not say my brother was fled? Come you sir, if justice cannot tame you, she shall ne'er weigh more reasons in her balance, nay, and you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to. How now, two of my brother's men bound? Borachio one. Hearken after their offence my Lord. Officers, what offence have these men done? Marry sir, they have committed false report, moreover they have spoken untruths, secondarily they are slanders, sixth and lastly, they have belied a Lady, thirdly, they have verified unjust things, and to conclude they are lying knaves.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, your wit ambles well, it goes eaſily. Ile tell thee how Beatrice prais'd thy wit the other day: I ſaid thou hadſt a fine wit: true ſaies ſhe, a fine little one: no ſaid I, a great wit: right ſaies ſhee, a great groſſe one: nay ſaid I, a good wit: iuſt ſaid ſhe, it hurts no body: nay ſaid I, the gentleman is wiſe: certain ſaid ſhe, a wiſe gentleman: nay ſaid I, he hath the tongues: that I beleeue ſaid ſhee, for hee ſwore a thing to me on munday night, which he forſwore on tueſday morning: there's a double tongue, there's two tongues: thus did ſhee an howre together tranſ-ſhape thy particular vertues, yet at laſt ſhe concluded with a ſigh, thou waſt the propreſt man in Italie. For the which ſhe wept heartily, and ſaid ſhee car'd not. Yea that ſhe did, but yet for all that, and if ſhee did not hate him deadlie, ſhee would loue him dearely, the old mans daughter told vs all. All, all, and moreouer, God ſaw him vvhen he was hid in the garden. But when ſhall we ſet the ſauage Bulls hornes on the ſenſible Benedicks head? Yea and text vnder-neath, heere dwells Benedicke the married man. Fare you well, Boy, you know my minde, I will leaue you now to your goſſep-like humor, you breake ieſts as braggards do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not: my Lord, for your manie courteſies I thank you, I muſt diſcontinue your companie, your brother the Baſtard is fled from Meſſina: you haue among you, kill'd a ſweet and innocent Ladie: for my Lord Lackebeard there, he and I ſhall meete, and till then peace be with him. He is in earneſt. In moſt profound earneſt, and Ile warrant you, for the loue of Beatrice. And hath challeng'd thee. Moſt ſincerely. What a prettie thing man is, when he goes in his doublet and hoſe, and leaues off his wit. He is then a Giant to an Ape, but then is an Ape a Doctor to ſuch a man. But ſoft you, let me be, plucke vp my heart, and be ſad, did he not ſay my brother was fled? Come you ſir, if iuſtice cannot tame you, ſhee ſhall nere weigh more reaſons in her ballance, nay, and you be a curſing hypocrite once, you muſt be lookt to. How now, two of my brothers men bound? Borachio one. Harken after their offence my Lord▪ Officers, what offence haue theſe men done? Marrie ſir, they haue committed falſe report, moreouer they haue ſpoken vntruths, ſecondarily they are ſlanders, ſixt and laſtly, they haue belyed a Ladie, thirdly, they haue verified vniuſt things, and to conclude they are lying knaues.