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 · 492 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.
Why will he not upon our fair request, Vntent his person, and share th' air with us. Things small as nothing, for requests sake only, He makes important possessed he is with greatness, And speaks not to himself but with a pride, That quarrels at self breath. Imagined worth, Holds in his blood such swollen and hot discourse, That twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdomed Achilles' in commotion rages, And batters down himself. What should I say, He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it, Cry no recovery. Let Ajax go to him, dear Lord, go you, and greet him in his tent, 'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led, At your request a little from himself. O Agamemnon let it not be so, we'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes, When they go from Achilles: shall the proud Lord That basts his arrogance with his owne seame seame, And never suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts, save such as doth revolve, And ruminate himself: shall he be worshipped, Of that we hold an idol more than he, No :, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord, Shall not so stall his palm nobly acquird, Nor by my will assubiugate his merit, As amply liked as Achilles is by going to Achilles, That were to enlard his fat already pride, And add more coals to Cancer when he burns, With entertaining great Hiperion, This Lord go to him. Iupiter forbid, And say in thunder Achilles go to him. O this is well, he rubs the vain of him. And how his silence drinks up his applause, If I go to him: with my armed fist il push him ore the ae. O no, you shall not go, And he be proud with me, I'll phese his pride, Let me go to him. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. A paltry insolent fellow. How he describes himself. Can he not be sociable. The Raven chides blackness. I'll tell his humorous blood. He willbe the physician, that should be the patient. And all men were of my mind. Wit would be out of fashion. A should not bear it so, a should eat swords first? shall pride carry it? And 'twould you'd carry half. A would have ten shares. I will knead him, I'll make him supple he's not yet through warm? Force him with prayers pour in, pour, his ambition is dry. My Lord you feed to much on this dislike, Our noble general do not do so? You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Why 'tis this naming of him does him harm, H re is a man but tis before his face, I wilbe silent. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous as Achilles is. Know the whole world he is as valiant— A hoarson dog that shall palter with us thus, would he were a Trojan?
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Why will he not vpon our faire request, Vntent his person, and share th ayre with vs. Things mall as nothing, for equests sake onely, He makes important possest he is with greatnesse, And speakes not to himselfe but with a pride, That quarrels at selfe breath. Imagind worth, Hods in his boud such swolne and hott discurse, That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts, Kingdom Achilles in commotion rages, And batters downe himselfe. What should I say, He is so plaguie proud, that the death tokens of it, Crie no recouerie. Let Aiax go to him, Dere Lord, go you, and greete him in his tent, 'Tis said he holds you well, and will be lead, At our request from himselfe. O Agamemnon let it not be so, Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes, When they go from Achilles: shall the proud Lord That bats his rrogance with his ownseame, And neuer suffes matter of the world Enter his thoghts, such as doth reuolue, And uminate him-selfe: shall he be worshpt, Of that we hold an idoll more then hee, No this thrice worhy and right valiant Lord, Shall nt so staule his palme noby acquird, Nor by my will aslubiugate his merit, As amply liked as Achilles is by going to Achilles, That were to enlard his fat already pride, And adde more coles to Cancer when he burnes, With entertaining great Hiperi, This Lod go to him. Iupiter forbid, And sa in thunder Achilles go to him. O this is well, he rubs the vaine of him. And how his silence drinkes vp his applause, If I go to him: with my armed fist il push him ore the ae. O no, you shall not goe, And he be proud with me, Ile phee his pride, Let me go to him. Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrell. A paltry insolent fellow. How he describes him selfe. Can he not be sociable. The Rauen chides blacknesse. Ile tell his humorous bloud. Hee wilbe the phisition, that should bee the pacient. And all men were of my minde. Wit would bee out of fashion. A should not beare it so, a should eate swords first? shall pride carry it? And tood yow'd carry halfe. A would haue ten shares. I will kneade him, Ile make him supple he's not yet through warme? Force him with praiers poue in, poure, his ambition is die. My Lord you feed to much on this dislike, Our noble generall do not do so? You must prepare to fight without Achills. Why tis this naming of him do's him harme, H re is a man but tis before his face, I wilbe silent. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous as Achilles is. Know the whole world hee is as valiant — A hoarson dog that shall palter with vs thus, would he were a Troyan?