Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.76 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Now he's turned dumb. I'll tickle you, Satire. Pish. Ha, ha: Dost thou pish me? Give me my Long sword. With reverence to great Caesar, worthy Romans, Observe but this ridiculous Commenter: The Soul to my device, was in this Distich. Thus, oft, the base and ravenous multitude survive, to share the spoils of Fortitude: Which in this Body, I have figured here; A WLTURE— A Vulture? I; now, 'tis a Vulture. O, abominable! Monstrous! Monstrous! has not your Vulture a Beak? has it not Legs? and Talons? and Wings? and Feathers? Touch him, old Buskins. And therefore must it be an Eagle? Respect him not, good Horace: Say your device. A WLTURE and a WOLF— A Wolf? Good. That's I; I am the Wolf: My name's Lupus; I am meant by the Wolf. On, on; A Vulture, and a Wolf— Praying upon the Carcase of an ASS— An Ass? Good still: That's I, too. I am the Ass. You mean me by the Ass. Pray thee, leave braying then. If you will needs take it, I cannot with Modesty give it from you. But, by that Beast, the old Egyptians Were wont to Figure in their Hieroglyphics, Patience, Frugality, and Fortitude; For none of which, we can suspect you, Tribune. Who was it, Lupus, that informed you first, This should be meant by us? or was't your Comment? No, Caesar: A Player gave me the first light of it, indeed. I, an honest Sycophant-like Slave, and a Politician, beside. Where is that Player? He is without, here. Call him in. Call in the Player, there; Master Aesop, call him. Player? where is the Player? Bear back; None, but the Player, enter. Yes: this Gentleman, and his Achates must. Pray you, Master Usher; we'll stand close, here. 'Tis a Gentleman of Quality, this; though he be somewhat out of Clothes, I tell ye. Come Aesop: hast a Bay leaf i'thy mouth? Well said; be not out, Stinkard. Thou shalt have a Monopoly of playing, confirmed to thee and thy Covey, under the emperors broad Seal, for this service. Is this he? I, Caesar: this is he. Let him be whipped. Lictors, Go, take him hence. And Lupus, for your fierce Credulity, One fit him with a pair of larger Ears: 'Tis Caesar's Doom, and must not be revoked. We hate, to have our Court, and Peace disturbed With these quotidian Clamours. See it done. Caesar. Gag him, we may have his silence. Caesar hath done like Caesar. Fair, and Just Is his Award, against these brainless Creatures. 'Tis not the wholesome sharp Morality, Or modest anger of a Satyric Spirit, That hurts, or wounds the body of a State; But the sinister Application Of the malicious, ignorant, and base Interpreter; who will distort, and strain The general Scope and purpose of an Author, To his particular, and private spleen.
nodes 1714–1767 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 50 in this edition
Length
479 words · 731 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now hee's turn'd dumbe. I'le tickle you, Satyre. Piſh. Ha, ha: Doſt thou piſh me? Giue me my Long ſword. With reuerence to great Caeſar, worthy Romanes, Obſerue but this ridiculous Commenter: The Soule to my Deuiſe, was in this Diſtich. Thus, oft, the baſe and rauenous multitude Suruiue, to ſhare the ſpoyles of Fortitude: Which in this Body, I haue figur'd here; A VVLTVRE— A Vulture? I; now, 'tis a Vulture. O, abhominable! Monſtrous! Monſtrous! ha's not your Vulture a Beake? ha's it not Legges? and Tallons? and Wings? and Fethers? Touch him, old Buskins. And therefore muſt it be an Eagle? Reſpect him not, good Horace: Say your Deuiſe. A VVLTVRE and a WOLFE— A Wolfe? Good. That's I; I am the Wolfe: My name's Lupus; I am meant by the Wolfe. On, on; A Vulture, and a Wolfe— Praying vpon the Carcaſſe of an ASSE— An Aſſe? Good ſtill: That's I, too. I am the Aſſe. You meane me by the Aſſe. 'Pray thee, leaue braying then. If you will needs take it, I cannot with Modeſtie giue it from you. But, by that Beaſt, the old Aegyptians Were wont to Figure in their Hieroglyphicks, Patience, Frugality, and Fortitude; For none of which, we can ſuſpect you, Tribune. Who was it, Lupus, that inform'd you firſt, This ſhould be meant by vs? or was't your Comment? No, Caeſar: A Player gaue me the firſt light of it, indeede. I, an honeſt Sycophant-like Slaue, and a Politician, beſides. Where is that Player? He is without, here. Call him in. Call in the Player, there; Maſter Aeſope, call him. Player? where is the Player? Beare backe; None, but the Player, enter. Yes: this Gent'man, and his Achates muſt. 'Pray you, Maſter Vſher; wee'll ſtand cloſe, here. 'Tis a Gent'man of Qualitie, this; though he be ſomewhat out of Clothes, I tell yee. Come Aeſope: haſt a Bay leafe i'thy mouth? Well ſaid; be not out, Stinkard. Thou ſhalt haue a Monopoly of playing, confirm'd to thee and thy Couey, vnder the Emperours broad Seale, for this ſeruice. Is this he? I, Caeſar: this is he. Let him be whipt. Lictors, Goe, take him hence. And Lupus, for your fierce Credulity, One fit him with a paire of larger Eares: 'Tis Caeſars Doome, and muſt not be reuok't. VVe hate, to haue our Court, and Peace diſturb'd VVith theſe quotidian Clamours. See it done. Caeſar. Gag him, we may haue his ſilence. Caeſar hath done like Caeſar. Fayre, and Iuſt Is his Award, againſt theſe braineleſſe Creatures. 'Tis not the wholſome ſharpe Morality, Or modeſt anger of a Satyricke Spirit, That hurts, or wounds the body of a State; But the ſiniſter Application Of the malitious, ignorant, and baſe Interpreter; who will diſtort, and ſtraine The generall Scope and purpoſe of an Author, To his particular, and priuate ſpleene.