Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Or rather to catch a quick Eel by the— Teeth, as I have done you sir? Nay, and you break jests a my teeth once, I have done with you. If the breaking of the jest kept your teeth whole, 'twas well broken: but to the purpose; as well to try what mettle our Genoese wits are made of, as also to put my Brother's humour to the test, I intend to dance a pretty change with my name (for by nothing else I am sure they can know me, being in my infancy carried to my Ants at Pisa) then instead of Emilia, call me Tristella. Agreed, but what man i'th' mist is this? I know not yet, let's walk, and take occasion to confer with them. Yet keep without eye-shot so long as you can O most Divine! Tobacco? the best in Europe, 't cost me ten Crowns an ounce by this vapour. Art not ashamed? Of your foppish humour? yes by this Element villainously ashamed, pox on't, leave it, you are a scholar, go but to antiquity, read the Chronicles, you may find some of your Ancestors chronicled for winning a wench's favour for losing their armour, but few for wit and Scholarship: Soldiers & Scholars could never set their horses together, especially in this kicking age: but who comes here? one she-satyr or other to pitch up her Tent, cast down her gauntlet and proclaim thee coward for not stabbing her, when she gave thee the most plain apparent and open lie. Ioculo, we are fallen into their eyes. they'll hardly see their way then, for we are shrewd moats, but als one, i'll give occasion of quarrel, answer you as you can, Your reason Sir? To make thee recoil, or with the Soldier to fall off, is't your country manner to corrive a leader, being upon or before present service as I am? Pardon me sir, I did not see your charge. Would I had never seen her, for her eye Hath set my thoughts in a strange mutiny. What, in love Iulio? No Prince, love's in me, I like a slave endure loves tyranny. Madam, your Brother. Slave to all slaves be he that snares his eye, In a weak Syrens Cobweb flattery. God save fair sweet. Amen, from such as you. You had said for such, had your tongue gone true. Why then belike I lie. I would you did, within my Curtains. Marry love forbid. Nay, love is willing, for he cries let's go: Then love hath two tongues, for he tells me no, so pray let's part. What, and our lips not meet? Now fie upon't, like Broom-men in the street? You're a young wooer, or else much to rude, To show this kindness fore a multitude, But by the blush that colours o'er your face, You would scarce do't in a more private place.
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Or rather to catch a quicke Eele by the— Teeth, as I haue done you ſir? Nay, and you breake ieſtes a my teeth once, I haue done with you. If the breaking of the ieſt kept your teeth whole, twas well broken: but to the purpoſe; as well to trie what mettle our Genow aies wits are made of, as alſo to put my Brothers humor to the teſt, I intend to dance a prettie change with my name (for by nothing elſe I am ſure they can knowe me, being in my infancie carried to my Aunts at Piſa) then inſteed of Emilia, call me Triſtella. Agreed, but what man i'th miſt is this? I know not yet, lets walke, and take occaſion to confer with them. Yet keep without eye-ſhot ſo long as you can O moſte Diuine! Tobacco? the beſt in Europe, 't coſt mee ten Crownes an ounce by this vapor. Art not aſham'd? Of your foppiſh humor? yes by this Element villanouly aſham'd, poxon't, leaue it, you are a ſcholler, goe but to antiquitie, reade the Chronicles, you may finde ſome of your Anceſtors chronicled for winning a Wenches fauour for looſing their armour, but few for wit and Schollerſhip: Souldiers & Scollers could neuer ſet their horſes together, eſpecially in this kicking age: but who comes heere? one ſhe-Satyre or other to pitch vp her Tent, caſt downe her gauntlet and proclaime thee coward for not ſtabbing her, when ſhee gaue thee the moſte plaine apparant and open lye. Ioculo, we are fallen into their eyes. Theile hardly ſee their way then, for we are ſhrew'd moats, but al's one, ile giue occaſion of quarreil, anſwert you as you can, Your reaſon Sir? To make thee recoile, or with the Souldier to fall off, i'ſt your countrie manner to corriue a leader, being vpon or before preſent ſeruice as I am? Pardon me ſir, I did not ſee your charge. Would I had neuer ſeene her, for her eye Hath ſet my thoughts in a ſtrange mutenie. What, in loue Iulio? No Prince, loue's in me, I like a ſlaue indure loues tyrannie. Madam, your Brother. Slaue to all ſlaues be he that ſnares his eye, In a weake Syrens Cob-web flatterie. God ſaue faire ſweete. Amen, from ſuch as you. You had ſaid for ſuch, had your tongue gone true. Why then belike I lye. I would you did, within my Curtens. Marry loue forbid. Nay, loue is willing, for he cries lets goe: Then loue hath two tunges, for he tels me no, ſo pray let's part. What, and our lips not meete? Now fie vpon't, like Broom-men in the ſtreet? Y'are a young wooer, or elſe much to rude, To ſhew this kindneſſe fore a multitude, But by the bluſh that colours ore your face, You would ſcarce doo't in a more priuate place.