Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 514 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.
I see a voice; now will I to the chink, To spy and I can hear my Thisbies face. Thisbie? My Love thou art, my Love I think. Think what thou wilt, I am thy Lover's grace, And like Limander am I trusty still. And like Helen till the Fates me kill. Not Shafalus to Procrus, was so true. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall. I kiss the walls hole, not your lips at all. Wilt thou at Ninnies tomb meet me straight way? Tide life, tide death, I come without delay. Thus have I Wall, my part discharged so; And being done, thus Wall away doth go. Now is the moral down between the two Neighbours. No remedy my Lord, when Walls are so wilful, to hear without warning. This is the silliest stuff that ere I heard. The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. It must be your imagination then, & not theirs. If we imagine no worse of them then they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts, in a man and a Lion. You Ladies, you (whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor) May now perchance, both quake and tremble here, When Lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Then know that I, one Snug the joiner am A Lion fell, nor else no Lion's dam: For if I should as Lion come in strife Into this place, 'twere pity of my life. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. The very best at a beast, my Lord, that ere I saw. This Lion is a very Fox for his valour. True, and a Goose for his discretion. Not so my Lord: for his valour cannot carry his discretion, and the Fox carries the Goose. His discretion I am sure cannot carry his valour: for the Goose carries not the Fox. It is well; leave it to his discretion, and let us hearken to the Moon. This Lantern doth the horned Moon present. He should have worn the horns on his head. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible, within the circumference. This lantern doth the horned Moon present: Myself, the man i' th' Moon doth seem to be. This is the greatest error of all the rest; the man should be put into the Lantern. How is it else the man i' th' Moon? He dares not come there for the candle. For you see, it is already in snuff. I am weary of this Moon; would he would change. It appears by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane: but yet in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Proceed Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you, that the Lantern is the Moon; I, the man in the Moon; this thorn bush, my thorn bush; and this dog, my dog.
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I ſee a voyce; now vvill I to the chinke, To ſpy and I can heare my Thisbies face. Thisbie? My Loue thou art, my Loue I thinke. Thinke vvhat thou vvilt, I am thy Louers grace, And like Limander am I truſty ſtill. And like Helen till the Fates me kill. Not Shafalus to Procrus, was ſo true. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. O kiſſe me through the hole of this vile wall. I kiſſe the wals hole, not your lips at all. Wilt thou at Ninnies tombe meete me ſtraight way? Tide life, tide death, I come without delay. Thus haue I Wall, my part diſcharged ſo; And being done, thus Wall away doth go. Now is the morall downe betweene the two Neighbors. No remedie my Lord, when Wals are ſo wilfull, to heare without vvarning. This is the ſillieſt ſtuffe that ere I heard. The beſt in this kind are but ſhadowes, and the worſt are no worſe, if imagination amend them. It muſt be your imagination then, & not theirs. If wee imagine no worſe of them then they of themſelues, they may paſſe for excellent men. Here com two noble beaſts, in a man and a Lion. You Ladies, you (whoſe gentle harts do feare The ſmalleſt monſtrous mouſe that creepes on floore) May now perchance, both quake and tremble heere, When Lion rough in wildeſt rage doth roare. Then know that I, one Snug the Ioyner am A Lion fell, nor elſe no Lions dam: For if I ſhould as Lion come in ſtrife Into this place, 'twere pittie of my life. A verie gentle beaſt, and of a good conſcience. The verie beſt at a beaſt, my Lord, yt ere I ſaw. This Lion is a verie Fox for his valor. True, and a Gooſe for his diſcretion. Not ſo my Lord: for his valor cannot carrie his diſcretion, and the Fox carries the Gooſe. His diſcretion I am ſure cannot carrie his valor: for the Gooſe carries not the Fox. It is well; leaue it to his diſcretion, and let vs hearken to the Moone. This Lanthorne doth the horned Moone preſent. He ſhould haue worne the hornes on his head. Hee is no creſcent, and his hornes are inuiſible, within the circumference. This lanthorne doth the horned Moone preſent: My ſelfe, the man i' th Moone doth ſeeme to be. This is the greateſt error of all the reſt; the man ſhould be put into the Lanthorne. How is it els the man i' th Moone? He dares not come there for the candle. For you ſee, it is already in ſnuffe. I am vvearie of this Moone; vvould he would change. It appeares by his ſmal light of diſcretion, that he is in the wane: but yet in courteſie, in all reaſon, vve muſt ſtay the time. Proceed Moone. All that I haue to ſay, is to tell you, that the Lanthorne is the Moone; I, the man in the Moone; this thorne buſh, my thorne buſh; and this dog, my dog.