Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Ulysses a Dwarf, and the prolocutor for the Grecians, gave me leave that am a pigmy, to do an Embassage to you from the Cranes: Gentlemen (for Kings are no better) certain humble Animals, called our Actors, commend them unto you; who, what offence they have committed, I know not (except it be in purloining some hours out of times treasury, that might have been better employed; but by me (the agent for their imperfections) they humbly crave pardon, if happily some of their terms have trodden awry, or their tongues stumbled unwittingly on any man's content. In much Corn is some Cockle; in a heap of coin here and there a piece of Copper; wit hath his dregs as well as wine; words their waste, Ink his blots, every speech his Parenthesis, Poetical fury, as well Crabs as Sweetings for his Summer fruits. Nemo sapit omnibus horis. Their folly is deceased, their fear is yet living. Nothing can kill an Ass but cold: cold entertainment, discouraging scoffs, authorised disgraces, may kill a whole litter of young Asses of them here at once, that have traveled thus far in impudence, only in hope to sit a sunning in your smiles. The Romans dedicated a Temple to the fever quartan, thinking it some great God, because it shook them so: and another, to Ill fortune in Exquilliis a Mountain in Room, that it should not plague them at Cards and Dice. Your grace's frowns are to them shaking fevers, your least disfavours, the greatest ill fortune that may betide them. They can build no Temples, but themselves and their best endeavours, with all prostrate reverence, they here dedicate and offer up, wholly to your service. Sis bonus, O faelixque tuis. To make the gods merry, the celestial clown Vulcan tuned his polt foot, to the measures of Apollo's Lute, and danced a limping galliard in Ioues starry hall. To make you merry that are the Gods of Art, and guides unto heaven, a number of rude Vulcan's, unwieldy speakers, hammer-headed clowns (for so it pleaseth them in modesty to name themselves) have set their deformities to view, as it were in a dance here before you. Bear with their wants, lull melancholy asleep with their absurdities, and expect hereafter better fruits of their industry. Little creatures often terrify great beasts: the Elephant flieth from a Ram, the Lion from a Cock and from fire; the Crocodile from all Sea-fish, the Whale from the noise of parched bones; light toys chase great cares. The great fool Toy hath marred the play: Good night, Gentlemen; I go, let him be carried away. WilSummer. Is't true jackanapes, do you serve me so? As sure as this coat is too short for me, all the Points of your hose for this are condemned to my pocket, if you and I e'er play at span Counter more. valet, spectatores, pay for this sport with a Plaudite, and the next time the wind blows from this corner, we will make you ten times as merry. Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor ulli.
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VLisses a Dwarffe, and the prolocutor for the Graecians, gaue me leaue that am a Pigmee, to doe an Embassage to you from the Cranes: Gentlemen (for Kings are no better) certaine humble Animals, called our Actors, commend them vnto you; who, what offence they haue committed, I know not (except it be in purloyning some houres out of times treasury, that might haue beene better imployde; but by me (the agent for their imperfections) they humbly craue pardon, if happily some of their termes haue trodde awrye, or their tongues slumbled vnwittingly on any mans content. In much Corne is some Cockle; in a heape of coyne heere and there a peece of Copper; wit hath his dregs as well as wine; words their waste, Inke his blots, euery speech his Parenthesis, Poetical fury, as well Crabbes as Sweetings for his Summer fruites. Nemo sapit omnibus horis. Their folly is deceased, their feare is yet liuing. Nothing can kill an Asse but colde: colde entertainement, discouraging scoffes, authorized disgraces, may kill a whole litter of young Asses of them heere at once, that haue traueld thus farre in impudence, onely in hope to sit a sunning in your smiles. The Romanes dedicated a Temple to the feuer quartane, thinking it some great God, because it shooke them so: and another, to Ill fortune in Exquilliis a Mountaine in Roome, that it should not plague them at Cardes and Dice. Your Graces frownes are to them shaking feuers, your least disfauours, the greatest ill fortune that may betide them. They can builde no Temples, but themselues and their best indeuours, with all prostrate reuerence, they here dedicate and offer vp, wholy to your seruice. Sis bonus, O faelixque tuis. To make the gods merry, the coelestiall clowne Vulcan tun'de his polt foote, to the measures of Apolloes Lute, and daunst a limping Gallyard in Ioues starrie hall. To make you merry that are the Gods of Art, and guides vnto heauen, a number of rude Vulcans, vnweldy speakers, hammer-headed clownes (for so it pleaseth them in modestie to name themselues) haue set their deformities to view, as it were in a daunce here before you. Beare with their wants, lull melancholie asleepe with their absurdities, and expect hereafter better fruites of their industrie. Little creatures often terrifie great beasts: the Elephant flyeth from a Ramme, the Lyon from a Cock and from fire; the Crocodile from all Sea-fish, the Whale from the noyse of parched bones; light toyes chase great cares. The greatfoole Toy hath marde the play: Good night, Gentlemen; I go, let him be carryed away. WilSummer. Is't true Iackanapes, doo you serue me so? As sure as this coate is too short for me, all the Points of your hoase for this are condemnde to my pocket, if you and I e're play at spanne Counter more. Valete, spectatores, pay for this sport with a Plaudite, and the next time the winde blowes from this corner, we will make you ten times as merry. Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor vlli.