Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 478 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.
Now he's turned dumb. I'll tickle you, Satire. Pish. Ha, ha. Dost thou pish me? Give me my longsword. 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 VULTURE— 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 VULTURE, 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— Preying 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. ay, an honest sycophant-like slave, and a politician, besides. 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 gent'man, and his Achates must. Pray you, master usher; we'll stand close, here. 'Tis a gent'man 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? ay, 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.
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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 Romans, Obserue but this ridiculous commenter: The soule to my deuice, was in this distich. Thus, oft, the base and rauenous multitude Suruiue, to share the spoiles of fortitude. Which in this body, I haue figur'd here, A VULTVRE — A Vulture? I; now, 'tis a Vulture. O, abominable! monstrous monstrous! ha's not your Vulture a beake? ha's it not legges? and tallons? and wings? and feathers? Touch him, old Buskins. And therefore must it be an Eagle? Respect him not, good HORACE: Say your deuice. A VULTVRE, and a WOLFE — A Wolfe? good. That's I; I am the wolfe. My name's LVPVS, I am meant by the wolfe. On, on, a Vulture, and a Wolfe — Preying 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 needes 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, frugalitie, and fortitude; For none of which, we can suspect you, Tribune. Who was it, LVPVS, that inform'd you first, This should be meant by vs? or was't your comment? No, CAESAR: A player gaue mee 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 hee? I, CAESAR: this is hee. Let him be whipt. LICTORS, goe take him hence. And LVPVS, for your fierce credulitie, One fit him with a paire of larger eares: 'Tis CAESARS doome, and must not be reuok't. We hate, to haue our court, and peace disturb'd With these quotidian clamours. See it done. CAESAR. Gag him, we may haue his silence. CAESAR hath done like CAESAR. Faire, and iust Is his award, against these brainelesse creatures. 'Tis not the wholesome sharpe moralitie, Or modest anger of a satyricke spirit, That hurts, or wounds the bodie of a state; But the sinister application Of the malicious, ignorant, and base Interpreter: who will distort, and straine The generall scope and purpose of an authour, To his particular, and priuate spleene.