Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 490 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.
O, what a charm of thanks was here put upon me! O JOVE, what a setting forth it is to a man, to have many courtiers come to his house! Sweetly was it said of a good old housekeeper; I had rather want meat, then want guests: specially, if they be courtly guests. For, never trust me, if one of their good legs made in a house, be not worth all the good cheer, a man can make them. He that would have fine guests, let him have a fine wife; he that would have a fine wife, let him come to me. By your kind leave, Master ALBIUS. What, you are not gone, Master CRISPINUS? Yes faith, I have a design draws me hence: pray sir, fashion mean excuse to the ladies. Will you not stay? and see the jewels, sir? I pay you stay. Not for a million, sir, now; Let it suffice, I must relinquish; and so in a word, please you to expiate this complement. Mum. He presently go and ingle some broker, for a poet's gown, and bespeak a garland: and then jeweller, look to your best jewel i'faith. HMh? yes; I will begin an ode so: and it shall be to Maecenas. 'Slid, yonder's HORACE! they say he's an excellent Poet: Maecenas loves him. I'll fall into his acquaintance, if I can; I think he be composing, as he goes i' the street! ha? 't is a good humour, and he be: I'll compose too. Swell me a bowl with lusty wine, Till I may see the plump LYaeVS swim Above the brim: I drink, as I would wright, In flowing measure, filled with flame, and sprite. Sweet HORACE, MINERVA, and the Muses stand auspicious to thy designs. How farest thou, sweet man? frolic? rich? gallant? ha? Not greatly gallant, sir, like my fortunes; well. I'm bold to take my leave, sir, you'd nought else, sir, would you? Troth, no, but I could wish thou didst know us, HORACE, we are a scholar, I assure thee. A scholar, sir? I shall be covetous of your fair knowledge. Gramercy, good HORACE. Nay, we are new turned Poet too, which is more; and a Satirist too, which is more than that: I write just in thy vein, I. I am for your odes or your sermons, or any thing indeed; we are a gentleman besides: our name is RUFUS LABERIUS CRISPINUS, wear a pretty stoic too. To the proportion of your beard, I think it, sir. By PHOEBUS, here's a most neat fine street, is't not? I protest to thee, I am enamoured of this street now, more than of half the streets of some, again; 'tis so polite, and terse! There's the front of a building now. I study architecture too: if ever I should build, I'd have a house just of that prospective. Doubtless, this gallants tongue has a good turn, when he sleeps.
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O, what a charme of thankes was here put vpon me! O IOVE, what a setting forth it is to a man, to haue many courtiers come to his house! Sweetly was it said of a good olde house-keeper; I had rather want meate, then want ghests: specially, if they be courtly ghests. For, neuer trust me, if one of their good legges made in a house, be not worth all the good cheere, a man can make them. Hee that would haue fine ghests, let him haue a ne wife; he that would haue a fine wife, let him come to me. By your kind leaue, Master ALBIVS. What, you are not gone, Master CRISPINVS? Yes faith, I haue a desseigne drawes me hence: pray' sir, fashion mean excuse to the ladies. Will you not stay? and see the iewels, sir? I pay you stay. Not for a million, sir, now; Let it suffice, I must relinquish; and so in a word, please you to expiate this complement. Mum. He presently goe and enghle some broker, for a Poets gowne, and bespeake a garland: and then ieweller, looke to your best iewell ysaith. HMh? yes; I will begin an ode so: and it shall be to MECOENAS. 'Slid, yonder's HORACE! they say hee's an excellen Poet: MECOENAS loues him. Ile fall into his acquaintance, if I can; I thinke he be composing, as he goes i' the street! ha? 't is a good humour, and he be: Ile compose too. Swell me a bowle with lusti wine, Till I may see the plump LYaeVS swim Aboue the brim: I drinke, as I would wright, In slowing measure, fill'd with flame, and spright. Sweet HORACE, MINERVA, and the Muses stand auspicious to thy desseignes. How far'st thou, sweete man? frolicke? rich? gallant? ha? Not greatly gallant, sir, like my fortunes; well. I'm bold to take my leaue, sir, you'ld naught else, sir, would you? Troth, no, but I could wish thou did'st know vs, HORACE, we are a scholer, I assure thee. A scholer, sir? I shall bee couetous of your faire knowledge. Gramercie, good HORACE. Nay, we are new turn'd Poet too, which is more; and a Satyrist too, which is more then that: I write iust in thy veine, I. I am for your odes or your sermons, or any thing indeed; wee are a gentleman besides: our name is RVFVS LABERIVS CRISPINVS, weare a prettie stoick too. To the proportion of your beard, I thinke it, sir. By PHOEBVS, here's a most neate fine street, is't not? I protest to thee, I am enamour'd of this street now, more then of halfe the streets of ome, againe; 'tis so polite, and terse! There's the front of a building now. I studie architecture too: if euer I should build, I'de haue a house iust of that prospectiue. Doubtlesse, this gallants tongue has a good turne, when hee sleepes.