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 · 506 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.
Thou stool for a witch: ay, Do? do? thou sodden witted Lord, thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows, an Asinico may tutor thee, you scurvy valiant ass, thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels thou. You dog: You scuny Lord. You cur. Mars his Idiot, do rudeness, do Camel, do, do. Why how now Ajax wherefore do ye thus, How now Thersites what's the matter man. You see him there? do you? I what's the matter. Nay look upon him. So I do, what's the matter? Nay but regard him well. Well, why so I do. But yet you look not well upon him, for whosoever you take him to be he is Ajax. I know that fool. I but that fool knows not himself. Therefore I beat ate thee. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters, his evasions have ears thus long, I have bobbed his brain more than he has beat my bones. It will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia matter is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow: this Lord (Achilles) Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, I tell you what I say of him. What. I say this Ajax. Nay good Ajax. Has not so much wit. Nay I must hold you. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he comes to fight. Peace fool? I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not, he there, that he: look you there? Oh thou damned cur I shall— Will you set your wit to a fools. No I warrant you, the fools will shame it. Good words Thesites. What's the quarrel. I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. I serve thee not? Well, go to, go to. I serve here voluntary. Your last service was sufferance: 'twas not voluntary, no man is beaten voluntary, Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an Impress. E'en so, a great deal of your wit to, lies in your sinews, or else there be liars, Hector shall have a great catch and knock at either of your brains, a were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel. What with me to Thersites. Ther s's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy ere their grandsires had nails, yoke you like draft oxen, and make you plough up the wars. What? what? Yes good sooth to Achilles, to Ajax, to— I shall cut out your tongue. 'tis no matter, I shall speak as much as thou afterwards. No more words Thersites peace. I will hold my peace when Achilles brooch bids me, shall I? There's for you Patroclus.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thou stoole for a witch: I, Do? do? thou sodden witted Lord, thou hast no more braine then I haue in mine elbowes, an Asinico may cutor thee, you scuruy valiant asse, thou art heere but to thrash Troyans, and thou art bought and sould among those of any wit, like a Barbarian slaue. If thou vse to beate mee I will beginne at thy heele, and tell what thou art by ynches, thou thing of no bowells thou. You dog: You scuny Lord. You curre. Mars his Idiot, do rudenesse, do Camel, do, do. Why how now Aiax wherefore do yee thus, How now Thersites whats the matter man. You see him there? do you? I whats the matter. Nay looke vpon him. So I do, whats the matter? Nay but regard him well. Well, why so I do. But yet yo looke o well vpon him, for who some euer you take him to be he is iax. I know that foole. I but that foole knowes not himselfe. Therefore I be ate thee. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he vtters, his euasions haue eares thus long, I haue bobd his braine more then he has beate my bones. It will buy nine sparrowes for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow: this Lord (Achilles) Aiax, who weares his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, I tell you what I say of him. What. I say this Aiax. Nay good Aiax. Has not so much wit. Nay I must hold you. As will stop the eye of Hellens needle, for whom he comes to fight. Peace foole? I would haue peace and quietesse, but the foole will not, he there, that he: looke you there? Oh thou damned cure I shall— Will you set your wit to a fooles. No I warrant you, the fooles will shame it. Good words Thesites. Whats the quarrell. I bad the vile oule goe learne mee the enor of the proclamation, and he railes vpon me. I serue thee not? Well, go to, go to. I serue here volutary. Your last seruice was sffrance: twas not voluntary, no man is beaten volunary, Aiax was here the voluntary, and you as vnder an Impresse. E'ene so, a great deale of your witte to, lies in your sinnewes, or els there bee hers, Hector shall haue a great catch and knocke at either of your beains, a were as good crack a sust nut with no kernell. What with me to hersites. Thes Vlisses and old Nestr, whose wit was moudy ere their grandsiets had nailes, yoke you like draught oxen, and make you plough vp the wars. What? what? Yes good sooth to Achill, to Aiax, to— I shall ut out your to ue. Tis no matter, I shall peake as much as thou afterwards. No more words Thersites peace. I will hold my peace when Aclles brooch bids me, shall I? There's for you Patrolus.