Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.76 · 481 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
No Achilles with him. The Elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy, His legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry, If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Did move your greatness, and this noble state, To call upon him. He hopes it is no other But for your health, and your digestion sake, An after dinners breath. Hear you Patroclus: We are too well acquainted with these answers, But his evasion winged thus swift with scorn, Cannot out-fly our apprehensions, Much attribute he hath, and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his virtues, Not virtuously on his own part beheld, Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss, Yea like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, We come to speak with him, and you shall not sin, If you do say, we think him over-proud And under-honest, in self assumption greater Than in the note of judgement. And worthier than himself here tend the savage strangeness he puts on Disguise, the holy strength of their command, And vnder-write in an observing kind, His humorous predominance: yea watch His course, and time, his ebbs and flows, and if The passage, and whole stream of his commencement, Road on his tide Go tell him this, and add, That if he ouer-hold his price so much, we'll ' none of him, But let him like an engine, Not portable, lie under this report. Bring action hither, this cannot go to war, A stirring dwarf we do allowance give, Before a sleeping giant. Tell him so. I shall, and bring his answer presently. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him: Ulysses entertain. What is he more than another. No more than what he thinks he is. Is he so much: do you not think he thinks himself a better man than I am? No question. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is. No noble Ajax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Why should a man be proud? how doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Your mind is the clearer, and your virtues the fairer, he that is proud eats up himself: Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle, and what ever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. I do hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of Toads. And yet he loves himself, is't not strange? Achilles will not to the field to morrow. What's his excuse? He doth rely on none. But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance, or respect of any, In will peculiar, and in self admission.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 976–1030 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 50 in this edition
Length
481 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.764 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No Achilles with him. The Elephant hath ioynts, but none for courtesie, His legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry, If any thing more then your sport and pleasure Did mooue your greatnesse, and this noble state, To call vpon him. He hopes it is no other But for your health, and your disgestion sake, An after dinners breath. Heere you Paroclus: We are too well acquinted with these answers, But his cuasion winged thus swift with scorne, Cannot out-flie our apprehensions, Much attribute he hath, and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his vertues, Not vertuously on his owne part beheld, Doe in our eyes begin to lose their glosse, Yea like faire fruite in an vnholsome dish, Are like to rott vntasted. Go and tell him, We come to speake with him, and you shall not inne, If you do say, we thinke him ouer-proud And vnder-honest, in selfe assumption greater Then in the note of iudgement. And worthier then himselfe Heere tend the sauage strangenesse he puts on Disguise, the holy strength of their commaund, And vender-write in an obseruing kinde, His humorous predominance: yea watch His course, and time, his ebbs and flowes, and if The passage, and wholest came of his commeacement, Rode on his tide Goe tell him this, and adde, That if he ouer-hold his price so much, Weele' none of him, But let him like an engine, Not portable, lye vnder this report. Bring action hither, this cannot go to warre, A stirring dwarfe we doe allowance giue, Before a sleeping gyant. Tell him so. I shall, and bring his answer presently. In second voyce weele not be satisfied, We come to speake with him: Vlisses entertaine. What is he more then another. No more then what he thinkes he is. Is he so much: doe you not thinke he thinkes himselfe a better man then I am? No question. Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is. No noble Aiax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wife, no lesse noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Why should a man be proud? how doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Your minde is the cleerer, and your vertues the fairer, hee that is proud eates vp him-selfe: Pride is his owne glasse, his owne trumpet, his owne chronicle, and what euer praises it selfe but in the deed, deuoures the deed in the praise. I do hate a proud man, as I do hate the ingendring of Toades. And yet he loues himselfe, it not strange? Achilles will not to the field to morrow. Whats his excuse? He doth rlye on none. But carries on the streame of his dispose, Without obseruance, or respect of any, In will peculiar, and in selfe admission.