Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
I like thy fear, well, 'twill have better chance, there's nought more hateful than rank ignorance. Come gallants the table spread will you to dinner? Yes first a main at dice and then we'll eat. Truly the best wits have the bad'st fortune at dice still. Whole Play, whole play. Not I, in truth I have still exceeding bad fortune at dice. Come shall we in, in faith thou art sudden sad, Dost fear the shadow of my long dead Lord. Shadow ha' I cannot tell Time trieth all things well. well, well. Would I were time then, I thought 'twas for some thing that the old fornicator was bald behind; go pass on pass on. Feed and be fat my fair Calipolis, Rivo here's good juice, fresh Burrage boy? I commend, commend myself to ye Lady. In troth Sir you dwell far from neighbours that are enforced to commend yourself. Why Simplicius, whether now man, for good fashion's sake stir not, fit still, sit still. I must needs rise, much good do it you. Dost thou think thy rising will do them much good, sit still, sit still, carve me of that good Melletza: fill Bacchus fill. I must needs be gone, and you'll come to my Chamber tomorrow morning, I'll send you a hundred crowns. In the name of Prosperity, what tide of happiness so suddenly is flowed upon thee. I'll keep a horse and four boys with grace of fortune now. Now then i'faith get up and ride. And I do not? I'll thwack a jerkin till he groan again with Gold lace: let me see, what should I desire of God, mary a Cloak lined with rich Taffeta, white Satin suit, and my gilt Rapier from pawn, nay she shall give me a Chain of Pearl that shall pay for all, good boy, good signior, good boy, good signior. Why now, thou speaketh in the most embraced fashion that our time hugs, no sooner a good fortune, or a fresh suit falls upon a fellow that would ha' been gulled to ha' should into your society, but and he met you he fronts you with a faint eye, throws asquint glance over a wried shoulder and cries twixt the teeth, as very parsimonious of breath, good boy, good signior, good boy, good signior death: I will search the life blood of your hopes. And a fresh Pearl-colour silk stocking oh IIII, I'll go to the half crown ordinary every meal, I'll have my ivory box of Tobacco, I'll converse with none but Counts and Courtiers— now good boy, good signior, a pair of massy silver Spurs, to a hatch short sword, and then your embroidered hanger, and good signior. Shut the windows, darken the room, fetch whips, the fellow is mad, he raves, he raves, talks idly, lunatic, who procures thy— One that has eat fat Capon, sucked the boiled Chicken, & let out his wit with the fool of bounty, one Fabius, i'll scorn him, he goes upon Fridaies in black satin.
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I like thy feare, wel, twil haue better chance, Ther's naught more hatefull then ranck ignorance. Come gallants the table spread will you to dinner? Yes first a maine at dice and then weele eate. Truely the best wittes haue the bad'st fortune at dice still. Whole Play, whole play. Not I, in truth I haue still exceeding bad fortune at dice. Come shall we in, infayth thou art suddaine sad, Dost feare the shaddow of my long dead Lord. Shaddow ha I cannot tel Time tryeth all things well. wel, well. Would I were time then, I thought twas for some thing that the old fornicator was bald behinde; go passe on passe on. Feede and be fat my fayre Calipolis, Riuo heer's good iuice, fresh Burrage boy? I commend, commend my selfe to yee Lady. In troth Sir you dwell farre from neighbours that are inforc'd to commend your selfe. Why Simplicius, whether now man, for good fashions sake stirre not, fit still, sit still. I must needs rise, much good do it you. Doost thou thinke thy rising will do them much good, sit still, sit still, carue me of that good Melletza: fill Bacchus fill. I must needs bee gone, and youle come to my Chamber to morrow morning, Ile send you a hundred crownes. In the name of Prosperitie, what tide of happinesse so suddeinly is flou'd vpon thee. Ile keepe a horse and foure boyes with grace of fortune now. Now then ifaith get vp and ride. And I do not? Ile thwack a Ierkin till he groane againe with Gold lace: let mee see, what should I desire of God, mary a Cloake linde with rich Taffata, white Sattin sute, and my gilt Rapier from pawne, nay shee shall giue me a Chaine of Pearle that shall pay for all, good boy, good Sinior, good boye, good Sinior. Why now, thou speaketh in the most imbrac'd fashion that our time hugges, no sooner a good fortune, or a fresh sute falles vpon a fellow that would ha beene guld to ha shou'd into your society, but and he met you he fronts you with a faint eye, throwes a squint glaunce ouer a wried shoulder and cryes twixt the teeth, as very parcimonious of breath, good boy, good Sinior, good boy, good Sinior death: I will search the life bloud of your hopes. And a fresh Pearle-colour silke stocking o IIII, Ile goe to the halfe crowne ordinary euery meale, Ile haue my Iuory boxe of Tobacco, Ile conuerse with none but Counts and Courtiers—now good boy, good Sinior, a paire of massie siluer Spurs, to a hatch short sword, and then your imbroderd hanger, and good Sinior. Shut the windowes, darken the roome, fetch whips, the fellow is madde, hee raues, hee raues, talkes idly, lunatique, who procures thy— One that has eate fat Capon, suckt the boild Chicken, & let out his wit with the foole of bounty, one Fabius, ile scorne him, hee goes vpon Fridaies in black satten.