Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.83 · 433 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
What would ye ha' me do? Why do nothing, be like a gentleman, be idle the curse of man is labour. Wipe thy bum with testons, & make Ducks and Drakes with shillings: What Eastward hoe. Wilt thou cry, what is't ye lack? stand with a bare pate, and a dropping nose, under a wooden penthouse, and art a gentleman? wilt thou bear Tankards, and mayst bear Aims? be ruled, turn gallant, Eastward hoe, ta lyre, lyre, ro., Who calls Ieronimo? speak here I am: gods so, how like a sheep thou look'st, a my conscience some cowherd begot thee, thou Goulding of Goulding-hall, ha boy? Go, ye are a prodigal coxcomb, I a cowherd's son, because I turn not a drunken whorehunting rakehell like thyself? Rakehell? rakehell? Pish, in soft terms ye are a cowardly bragging boy. I'll ha' you whipped. Whipped, that's good i'faith, untruss me? No, thou wilt undo thyself. Alas I behold thee with pity, not with anger; thou common shot-clog, gull of all companies: methinks I see thee already walking in Moore fields without a Cloak, with half a Hat, without a band, a Doublet with three Buttons, without a girdle, a hose with one point and no Garter, with a cudgel under thine arm borrowing and begging three pence. Nay 'slife, take this and take all: as I am a Gentleman borne, I'll be drunk, grow valiant, and beat thee. Go thou most madly vain, whom nothing can recover but that which reclaims Atheists, and makes great persons sometimes religious: Calamity. As for my place and life thus I have read: whate'er some vainer youth may term disgrace, The gain of honest pains is never base: From trades from arts, from valour honour springs, These three are founts of gentry, yea of Kings. For the passion of patience, look if sir Petronel approach; that sweet, that fine, that delicate, that— for loves sake tell me if he come. O sister Mill, though my father be a low capped tradesman, yet I must be a Lady: and I praise God my mother must call me Medam, (does he come?) off with this gown for shames sakes, off with this gown: let not my Knight take me in the City cut in any hand: tear't, pax on't (does he come) tear't of. Thus whilst she sleeps I sorrow, for her sake, etc. Lord sister, with what an immodest impatiency and disgraceful scorn, do you put off your City tier: I am sorry to think you imagine to right yourself, in wronging that which hath made both you and us.
nodes 20–34 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 47 in this edition
Length
433 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What would yee ha me doe? Why do nothing, be like a gentleman, be idle the curſſe of man is labour. Wipe thy bum with teſtones, & make Duckes and Drakes with ſhillings: What Eaſtward hoe. Wilt thou crie, what iſt yee lack? ſtand with a bare pate, and a dropping noſe, vnder a wodden pent-houſe, and at a gentleman? wilt thou beare Tankards, and maiſt beare Aimes? be rul'd, turne gallant, Eaſtward hoe, ta lyre, lyre, ro., Who calls Ieronimo? ſpeake here I am: gods ſo, how like a ſheepe thou lookſt, a my conſcience ſome cowheard begot thee, thou Goulding of Goulding-hall, ha boy? Goe, yee are a prodigall coxcombe, I a cowheards ſonne, becauſe I turne not a drunkē whore-hunting rake-hell like thy ſelfe? Rakehell? rakehell? Piſh, in ſoft termes yee are a cowardly bragging boy. Ile ha you whipt. Whipt, thats good ifaith, vntruſſe me? No, thou wilt vndoe thy ſelfe. Alas I behold thee with pitty, not with anger; thou common ſhot-clog, gull of all companies: mee thinkes I ſee thee already walking in Moore fields without a Cloake, with halfe a Hatte, without a band, a Doublet with three Buttons, without a girdle, a hoſe with one point and no Garter, with a cudgell vnder thine arme borrowing and begging three pence. Nay Slife, take this and take all: as I am a Gentleman borne, Ile be drunke, grow valiant, and beate thee. Goe thou moſt madly vaine, whom nothing can recouer but that which reclaimes Athieſts, and makes great perſons ſometimes religious: Calamitie. As for my place and life thus I haue read: What ere ſome vainer youth may terme diſgrace, The gaine of honeſt paines is neuer baſe: From trades from artes, from valor honor ſprings, Theſe three are founts of gentry, yea of Kings. For the paſſion of patience, looke if ſir Petronell approach; that ſweet, that fine, that delicate, that—for loues ſake tell me if he come. O ſiſter Mill, though my father be a low capt tradſman, yet I muſt be a Lady: and I praiſe God my mother muſt call me Medam, (does he come?) off with this gowne for ſhames ſakes, off with this gowne: let not my Knight take me in the Citty cut in any hand: tear't, pax ont (does he come) tear't of. Thus whilſt ſhee ſleepes I ſorrow, for her ſake, &c. Lord ſiſter, with what an immodeſt impaciencie and diſgracefull ſcorne, doe you put off your Citty tier: I am ſorrie to thinke you imagin to right your ſelfe, in wronging that which hath made both you and vs.