Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.82 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Faith, that same vain of railing became Now most applausive; your best Poet, is He that rails grossest. True, and your best fool Is your broad railing fool. And why not, sir? For by the gods, to tell the naked truth, What objects see men in this world, but such As would yield matter to a railing humour? When he that last year carried after one An empty Buckram bag, now fills a Coach, And crowds the Senate with such troops of Clients, And servile followers, as would put a mad spleen Into a Pigeon. Come, pray leave these cross capers, Let's make some better use of precious time. See, here's Cornelio: come, Lad, shall we to dice? Any thing I. Well said, how does thy wife? In health, God save her. But where is she, man? Abroad about her business. Why, not at home? Foot, my masters, take her to the Court, And this rare Lad her husband: and dost hear? Play me no more the miserable Farmer, But be advised by friends, sell all i'th' country, Be a flat Courtier, follow some great man, Or bring thy wife there, and she'll make thee great. What, to the Court? then take me for a Gull. Nay, never shun it to be called a Gull: For I see all the world is but a Gull: One man Gull to another in all kinds: A Merchant to a courtier is a Gull: A Client to a Lawyer is a Gull: A married man to a Bachelor, a Gull: A Bachelor to a Cuckold is a Gull: All to a Poet, or a Poet to himself. Ha , shall we gull this Guller? He gulls his father, man, we cannot gull him. Let me alone. Of all men's wits alive, I most admire Valerio's, that hath stolen, By his mere industry, and that by spurts, Such qualities, as no wit else can match, With plodding at perfection every hour; Which, if his father knew each gift he has, Were like enough to make him give all from him: I mean beside his dying and his wenching, He has stolen languages, th' Italian, Spanish, And some spice of the French, besides his dancing, Singing, playing on choice Instruments: These has he got, almost against the hair. But hast thou stolen all these, Valerio? Toys, toys, a pox; and yet they be such toys, As every Gentleman would not be without. Vain glory makes ye judge on light i'fath. Afore heaven I was much deceived in him: But he's the man indeed that hides his gifts, And sets them not to sale in every presence. I would have sworn, his soul were far from music; And that all his choice music was to hear His fat beasts bellow. Sir, your ignorance Shall est soon be confuted. Prithee Val, Take thy Theorbo for my sake a little.
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482 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.818 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Fayth, that same vayne of rayling became Now most applausiue; your best Poct, is He that rayles grost. True, and your best foole Is your broad rayling foole. And why not, sir? For by the gods, to tell the naked trueth, What obiects see men in this world, but such As would yeeld matter to a rayling humour? When he that last yere cayed after one An empty Buckram bag, now fills a Coach, And crowds the Senate with such troops of Clyents, And seruile followers, as would put a mad spleene Into a Pigeon. Come, pray leaue these crosse capers, Let's make some better vse of precious time. See, here's Cornelio: come, Lad, shall we to dice? Any thing I. Well sayd, how does thy wife? In health, God saue her. But where is she, man? Abroad about her businesse. Why, not at home? Foot, my , take her to the Court, And this rare Lad her husband: and doest heare? Play me no more the rable Farmer, But be ade by friends, sell all h countrey, Be a flat Cor, follow some great man, Or bring thy there, and sheele make thee great. What, to the Court? then take me for a Gull. Nay, neuer shun it to be cald a Gull: For I see all the world is but a Gull: One man Gull to another in all kinds: A Marchant to a Courtyer is a Gull: A Clyent to a Lawyer is a Gull: A marryed man to a Bacheler, a Gull: A Bacheler to a Cuckold is a Gull: All to a Poct, or a Poct to himsele. Ha , shall we gull this Guller? He gulls his father, man, we cannot gull him. Let me alone. Of all mens aliue, I most admyre Valerioes, that hath stolne, By his meere industry, and that by spurts, Such qualities, as no wit else can match, With plodding at perfection euery houre; Which, if his father knew eche gift he has, Were like enough to make him giue all from him: I meane besides his dyeing and his wenching, He has stolne languages, th' Italian, Spanish, And some spice of the French, besides his dauncing, Singing, playing on choyce Instruments: These has he got, almost against the hayre. But hast thou stolne all these, Valerio? Toyes, toyes, a pox; and yet they be such toyes, As euery Gentleman would not be without. Vayne glory makes yee iudge on lyte yfayth. A fore heauen I was much deceyu'd in him: But hee's the man indeed that hides his gifts, And sets them not to sale in euery presence. I would haue sworne, his soule were far from musike; And that all his choyce musike was to heare His fat beastes bellow. Sir, your ignorance Shall est soone be confuted. Prythee Val, Take thy Theorbo for my sake a little.