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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
This same strange thing i'th' likeness of a woman, Tastes of much wit, though I not love her sex, I'll arm my thoughts to crack a jest with her. What, gravelled lulio? No, but run a Land: Is your wit's shipping any better manned? Yes, will you board it? No, I dare not venture: Make but a shot in jest and you may enter. You are a Scholar. I have seen some Schools. You came not over i' the last fleet of Fools. You took my room up. I pray take't again, we'll have no women fools sail amongst men. Your wit's much currish. Why 't bites not you, It feeds on fools flesh, so wisemen adieu Please you accept the curtsy of the town? I need not, I have curtsies of mine owns there's one for you. How chance your wit's so free? Only to outgo jadish company. Here are none such. Take heed, for if you tire, she'll keep her pace and leave you in the mire. A woman's feature, but a scholars tongue In quick discourse, Philosophers near wondered More at the strange conception of the winds, Than I admire how she attained this wit: Did not true learning make the soul divine, She hath spoke enough to make me convertine. My loves are sound, & wait but your reply, A short lined accent, either no or I. I am not too severe, nor yet so kind, To fall for every idle puff of wind. But farewell, i'll take counsel of my pillow, Pity fresh youth should wither in green willow. Appoint the place sweet, i'll not miss mine houte. At the three fools. I'll meet. And make up four. Sweet words, kind looks, what? and a parting kiss. Words, looks and lips cry all, the wench is his. I am possessed devil, love persuades my mind, That if to him, to me she'll prove more kind. What's Iulio made of? hadst thou soul or sense, Thou wouldst not prentice thy affections, Nor tie thy fortunes to a stranger's love. A little liking my Lord, a jerk a trick or so, but no pure love I protest, but be impartial, cast of the furred-gown of hate, and speak out of the naked Doublet and hose of judgement: is she not worthy to be beloved? nay, might not she and I live passing well together? Yes, if to live in bondage be no hell, I think you two, might do exceeding well. Well my Lord, because i'll be no example of self-will, i'll break off our meeting at the three Fools, and send for her to Court, where i'll put all my love into one quart of Maligo, & your melancholy humour into another, and he that hath done last, shall for penance give her a kick a the lips, and a pipe of Tobacco be my witness, that's all the love I bear her.
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This ſame ſtrāge thing i'th likenes of a womā, Taſtes of much wit, though I not loue her ſex, Ile arme my thoughts to cracke a ieſt with her. What, graueld lulio? No, but run a Land: Is your wits ſhipping any better mand? Yes, will you board it? No, I dare not venter: Make but a ſhot in ieſt and you may enter. You are a Scholler. I haue ſeene ſome Schooles. You came not ore i' the laſt fleet of Fooles. You tooke my roome vp. I pray tak't agen, Weele haue no women fooles ſaile amongſt men. Your wit's much curriſh. Why 't bites not you, It feedes on fooles fleſh, ſo wiſemen adicu Pleaſe you accept the curtſie of the towne? I need not, I haue curtſies of mine ownes ther's one for you. How chance your wit's ſo free? Onely to out-goe Iadiſh company. Here are none ſuch. Take heede, for if you tire, Sheele keepe her pace and leaue you in the mire. A womans feature, but a Schollers tongue In quick diſcourſe, Philoſophers nere wondred More at the ſtrange conception of the windes, Then I admire how ſhe attain'd this wit: Did not true learning make the ſoule diuine, She hath ſpoke enough to make me conuertine. My loues are ſound, & wait but your reply, A ſhort lin'd accent, either no or I. I am not too ſeueare, nor yet ſo kinde, To fall for eucrie idle puff of winde. But farwell, ile take counſell of my pillow, Pittie freſh youth ſhould wither in greene willowe. Appoint the place ſweete, ile not miſſe mine houte. At the three fooles. Ile meete. And make vp foure. Sweet wordes, kinde lookes, what? and a parting kiſſe. Words, lookes and lips crie all, the wenche is his. I am poſſeſt deuill, loue perſwades my minde, That if to him, to me ſhee'le proue more kinde. What's Iulio made of? hadſt thou ſoule or ſence, Thou wouldſt not prentiſe thy affections, Nor tie thy fortunes to a ſtrangers loue. A little liking my Lord, a ierk a trick or ſo, but no pure loue I proteſt, but be impartiall, caſt of the furd-gowne of hate, and fpeake out of the naked Doublet and hoſe of iudgement: is ſhe not worthy to be beloued? nay, might not ſhe and I liue paſſing well together? Yes, if to liue in bondage be no hell, I thinke you two, might doe exceeding well. Well my Lord, becauſe ile bee no example of ſelfe-will, ile breake off our meeting at the three Fooles, and ſend for her to Court, where ile put al my loue into one quart of Maligo, & your melancholly humor into another, and he that hath done laſt, ſhall for penance giue her a kicke a the lips, and a pipe of Tobacco be my witneſſe, that's all the loue I beare her.