Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 519 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Give pardon to my speech? therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector, let us like Merchants First show foul wares, and think perchance they'll sell; If not; the lustre of the better shall exceed, By showing the worse first: do not consent, That ever Hector and Achilles meet, For both our honour and our shame in this, are dogged with two strange followers. I see them not with my old eyes what are they? What glory our Achilles shares from Hector Were he not proud, we all should share with him: But he already is too insolent. And it were better parch in afric Sun, Then in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes Should he scape Hector fair. If he were foiled, Why then we do our main opinion crush In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery And by device let blockish Ajax draw The sort to fight with Hector, among ourselves, Give him allowance for the better man, For that will physic the great Myrmidon, Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall, His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends, If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off we'll dress him up in voices, if he fail Yet go we under our opinion still, That we have better men, but hit or miss, Our projects life this shape of sense assumes Ajax employed plucks down Achilles' plumes. Now Ulysses I begin to relish thy advise, And I will give a taste thereof forthwith, To Agamemnon, go we to him strait Two curs shall tame each other, pride alone Must art the mastiffs on, as 'twere a bone. Thersites. Agamemnon, how if he had bites, full, all over, generally. Thersites. And those biles did run (say so), did not the general run then, were not that a botchy core. Dog. Then would come some matter from him, I see none now. Thou bitchwolf's son canst thou not hear, feel then. The plague of Greece upon thee thou mongrel beef witted Lord. Speak then thou unsalted leaven, speak, I will beat thee into handsomeness. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness, but I think thy horse will sooner ken an oration without book, than thou learn prayer without book, thou canst strike canst thou? a red murrion ath thy jades tricks. toadstool? learn me the proclamation. Dost thou think I have no sense thou strikest me thus? The proclamation. Thou art proclaimed fool I think. Do not Porpentin, do not, my finger's itch: I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of the, I would make thee the lothsomest scab in Greece, when thou art forth in the incursions thou strikest as slow as another. I say the proclamation. Thou gromblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, I that thou barkst at him. Mistress Thersites. Thou shouldst strike him. He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit, you whoreson cur. Do? do?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Giue pardon to my speech? therefore tis meete, Achilles meete not Hector, let vs like Marchants First shew foule wares, and thinke perchance theile sell; If not; the luster of the better shall exceed, By shewing the wors first: do not consent, That euer Hector and Achilles meet, For both our honour and our shame in this, are dog'd with two strange followers. I see them not with my old eyes what are they? What glory our Achilles shares from Hector Were he not proud, we all should share with him: But he already is too insolent. And it were better parch in Afrique Sunne, Then in the pride and sault scorne of his eyes Should he scape Hector faire. If he were foild, Why then we do our maine opinion cush In taint of our best man. No, make a lottry And by deuise let blockish Aiax draw The sort to fight with Hector, among our selues, Giue him allowance for the better man, For that will phisick the great Myrmidon, Who broyles in loud applause, and make him fall, His crest that prouder then blew Iris beds, If the dull brainlesse Aiax come safe off Weele dresse him vp in voices, if he faile Yet go we vnder our opinion still, That we haue better men, but hit or misse, Our proiects ife this shape of sence assumes Aiax imploy'd plucks downe Achilles plumes. Now Vlisses I begin to relish thy aduise, And I will giue a taste thereof forthwith, To Agamemnon, go we to him straight Two curres shall came each other, pride alone Must arte the mastiffs on, as twere a hone. Thersites. Agamemnon, how if he had bies, full, all ouer, generally. Thersites. And those byles did run (say so), did not the generall run then, were not that a botchy coro. Dogge. Then would come some matter from him, I see none now. Thou bitchwolfs son canst thou not heare, feele then. The plague of Greece vpon thee thou mongrell beefe witted Lord. Speake then thou vnsalted leauen, speake, I will beate thee into hansomnesse. I shall sooner raile thee into wit and holinesse, but I thinke thy horse will sooner cunne an oration without booke, then thou learne praier without booke, thou cast strike canst thou? a red murrion ath thy Iades trickes. Tde-stoole? learne me the proclamation. Doost thou thinke I haue no sence thou strikest mee thus? The proclamation. Thou art proclaim'd foole I thinke. Do not Porpentin, do not, my fingers itch: I would thou didst itch from head to foote, and I had the scratching of the, I would make thee the lothsomest scab in Greece, when thou art forth in the incursions thou strikest as glow as another. I say the proclamation. Thou gromblest and raylest euery houre on Achills, and thou art as full of enuy at his greatnesse, as Crbrus is at Proserinas beauty, I that thou barkst at him. Mistres Thersites. Thou shouldst strike him. Hee would punne thee into shiuers with his fist, as a sayler breakes a bisket, you horson curre. Do? do?