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 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I will not then, and now by all my love Shown to thy virtues, and by all fruits else Already sprung from that affection, I charge thee utter (even with all the freedom Both of thy noble nature and thy friendship) The full and plain state of me in thy thoughts. What, utter plainly what I think of you? Why this swims quite against the stream of greatness: Great men would rather hear their flatteries, And if they be not made fools, are not wise. I am no such great fool, and therefore charge thee Even from the root of thy free heart, display me. Since you affect it in such serious terms, If yourself first will tell me what you think As freely and as heartily of me, I'll be as open in my thoughts of you. A bargain of mine honour; and make this, That prove we in our full dissection Never so foul, live still the sounder friends. What else Sir? come begin, and speak me simply. I will I swear. I think thee then a man, That dares as much as a wild horse or Tiger; As headstrong and as bloody; and to feed The ravenous wolf of thy most Cannibal valour, (Rather than not employ it) thou wouldst turn Hackster to any whore, slave to a Iew, Or English usurer, to force possessions, And cut men's throats of mortgaged estates; Or thou wouldst tire thee like a tinker's wife, And murder market folks, quarrel with sheep, And run as mad as Ajax; serve a Butcher, Do any thing but killing of the King: That in thy valour thouart like other naturals, That have strange gifts in nature, but no soul Diffused quite through, to make them of a piece, But stop at humours, that are more absurd, Childish and villainous than that hackster, whore, Slave, cutthroat, tinker's bitch, compared before: And in those humours wouldst envy, betray, Slander, blaspheme, change each hour a religion; Do any thing, but killing of the King; That in that valour (which is still my dunghill, To which I carry all filth in thy house) thouart more ridiculous and vainglorious Than any mountebank; and impudent Than any painted bawd; which, not to soothe And glorify thee like a Iupiter Hammon, Thou eatest thy heart in vinegar; and thy gall Turns all thy blood to poison, which is cause Of that toadpole that stands in thy complexion; And makes thee (with a cold and earthy moisture, Which is the dam of putrefaction, As plague to thy damned pride) rot as thou liv'st; To study calumnies and treacheries; To thy friends slaughters, like a screech-owl sing, And to all mischiefs, but to kill the King. So: Have you said? How thinkest thou? Do I flatter? Speak I not like a trusty friend to thee?
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I will not then, and now by all my loue Shewne to thy vertues, and by all fruits else Alreadie sprung from that affection, I charge thee vtter (euen with all the freedome Both of thy noble nature and thy friendship) The full and plaine state of me in thy thoughts. What, vtter plainly what I thinke of you? Why this swims quite against the streame of greatnesse: Great men would rather heare their flatteries, And if they be not made fooles, are not wise. I am no such great foole, and therefore charge thee Euen from the roote of thy free heart, display mee. Since you affect it in such serious termes, If your selfe first will tell me what you thinke As freely and as heartily of mee, Ile be as open in my thoughts of you. A bargaine of mine honour; and make this, That prooue wee in our full dissection Neuer so foule, liue still the sounder friends. What else Sir? come begin, and speake me simply. I will I sweare. I thinke thee then a man, That dares as much as a wilde horse or Tyger; As headstrong and as bloodie; and to feede The rauenous wolfe of thy most Caniball valour, (Rather than not employ it) thou would'st turne Hackster to any whore, slaue to a Iew, Or English vsurer, to force possessions, And cut mens throates of morgaged estates; Or thou would 'st tire thee like a Tinkers wife, And murther market folkes, quarrell with sheepe, And runne as mad as Aiax; serue a Butcher, Doe any thing but killing of the King: That in thy valour th'art like other naturals, That haue strange gifts in nature, but no soule Diffus'd quite through, to make them of a peece, But stoppe at humours, that are more absurd, Childish and villanous than that hackster, whore, Slaue, cut-throat, Tinkers bitch, compar'd before: And in those humours would'st enuie, betray, Slander, blaspheme, change each houre a religion; Doe any thing, but killing of the King; That in that valour (which is still my dunghill, To which I carrie all filth in thy house) Th'art more ridiculous and vaine-glorious Than any Mountibancke; and impudent Than any painted bawde; which, not to sooth And glorifie thee like a Iupiter Hammon, Thou eat'st thy heart in vineger; and thy gall Turns all thy blood to poison, which is cause Of that Tode-poole that stands in thy complexion; And makes thee (with a cold and earthie moisture, Which is the damme of putrifaction, As plague to thy damn'd pride) rot as thou liu'st; To study calumnies and treacheries; To thy friends slaughters, like a Scrich-owle sing, And to all mischiefs, but to kill the King. So: Haue you said? How thinkest thou? Doe I flatter? Speake I not like a trustie friend to thee?