Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Not sir. Not sir: Though he be not so rich, he's a better man than the best of you; And I will not endure it. Not you sir? No sir, nor I. I should thank you for this kindness, if I thought these perfumed musk-cats (being out of this privilege) durst but once mew at us. Does your confident spirit doubt that sir? Come follow us and try. Come sir, we'll lead you a dance. THis desperate quarrel sprung out of their envies To D'Ambois sudden bravery, and great spirit. Neither is worth their envy. Less than either Will make the Gall of Envy overflow; She feeds on outcast entrails like a Kite: In which foul heap, if any ill lies hid, She sticks her beak into it, shakes it up, And hurls it all abroad, that all may view it. Corruption is her Nutriment; but touch her With any precious ointment, and you kill her: When she finds any filth in men, she feasts, And with her black throat bruits it through the world; (Being sound and healthful) But if she but taste The slenderest pittance of commended virtue, She surfeits of it, and is like a fly, That passes all the bodies soundest parts, And dwells upon the sores; or if her squint eye Have power to find none there, she forges some: She makes that crooked ever which is straight; calls valour giddiness, justice Tyranny: A wise man may shun her, she not herself; Whither soever she flies from her Harms, She bears her Foe still clasped in her own Arms: And therefore cousen Guise let us avoid her. What Atlas, or Olympus lifts his head So far past Covert, that with air enough My words may be informed? And from his height I may be seen, and heard through all the world? A tale so worthy, and so fraught with wonder, Sticks in my jaws, and labours with event. Com'st thou from D'Ambois? From him, and the rest His friends and enemies; whose stern fight I saw, And heard their words before, and in the fray. Relate at large what thou hast seen and heard. I saw fierce D'Ambois, and his two brave friends Enter the Field, and at their heels their foes; Which were the famous soldiers; Barrisor, L'Anou, and Pyrrhot, great in deeds of Arms: All which arrived at the evenest piece of earth The field afforded; The three Challengers Turned head, drew all their rapiers, and stood ranked: When face to face the three Defendants met them, Alike prepared, and resolute alike, Like bonfires of Contributory wood: Every man's look showed, Fed with either's spirit, As one had been a mirror to another, Like forms of life and death, each took from other; And so were life and death mixed at their heights, That you could see no fear of death, for life; Nor love of life, for death: But in their brows Pyrrho's Opinion in great letters shone; That life and death in all respects are one.
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Not sir. Not sir: Though he be not so rich, hee's a better man than the best of you; And I will not endure it. Not you sir? No sir, nor I. I should thanke you for this kindnesse, if I thought these perfum'd muske-Cats (being out of this priuiledge) durst but once mew at vs. Does your confident spirit doubt that sir? Come follow vs and trie. Come sir, wee'll lead you a dance. THis desperate quarrell sprung out of their enuies To D'Ambois sudden brauerie, and great spirit. Neither is worth their enuie. Lesse then either Will make the Gall of Enuie ouerflow; She feedes on outcast entrailes like a Kite: In which foule heape, if any ill lies hid, She sticks her beake into it, shakes it vp, And hurl's it all abroad, that all may view it. Corruption is her Nutriment; but touch her With any precious ointment, and you kill her: When she findes any filth in men, she feasts, And with her blacke throat bruits it through the world; (Being sound and healthfull) But if she but taste The slenderest pittance of commended vertue, She surfets of it, and is like a flie, That passes all the bodies so undest parts, And dwels vpon the sores; or if her squint eie Haue power to finde none there, she forges some: She makes that crooked euer which is strait; Call's valour giddinesse, Iustice Tyrannie: A wise man may shun her, she not her selfe; Whither soeuer she flies from her Harmes, She beares her Foe still claspt in her owne Armes: And therefore cousen Guise let vs auoid her. What Atlas, or Olympus lifts his head So farre past Couert, that with aire enough My words may be inform'd? And from his height I may be seene, and heard through all the world? A tale so worthie, and so fraught with wonder, Sticks in my iawes, and labours with euent. Com'st thou from D'Ambois? From him, and the rest His friends and enemies; whose sterne fight I saw, And heard their words before, and in the fray. Relate at large what thou hast seene and heard. I saw fierce D'Ambois, and his two braue friends Enter the Field, and at their heeles their foes; Which were the famous souldiers; Barrisor, L'Anou, and Pyrrhot, great in deedes of Armes: All which arriu'd at the euenest peece of earth The field affoorded; The three Challengers Turn'd head, drew all their rapiers, and stoode ranckt: When face to face the three Defendants met them, Alike prepar'd, and resolute alike, Like bonfires of Contributorie wood: Euerie mans looke shew'd, Fed with eithers spirit, As one had beene a mirror to another, Like formes of life and death, each tooke from other; And so were life and death mixt at their heights, That you could see no feare of death, for life; Nor loue of life, for death: But in their browes Pyrrho's Opinion in great letters shone; That life and death in all respects are one.