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 · 490 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.
What a vice were it in Ajax now: If he were proud. Or covetous of praise. I or surly borne. Or strange or self affected. Thank the heavens Lord, thou art of sweet composure Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature, Thrice famed beyond all thy erudition: But he that disciplined thine arms to fight, Let Mars divide eternity in twain, And give him half, and for thy vigour? Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield, To sinewy Ajax, I will not praise thy wisdom, Which like a board: a pale, a shore confines This spacious and dilated parts, here's Nestor, Instructed by the antiquary times: He must, he is, he cannot but be wise, But pardon father Nestor were your days As green as Ajax, and your brain so tempered, You should not have the eminence of him, But be as Ajax. Shall I call you father? I my good Son. Be ruled by him Lord Ajax. There is no tarrying here the Hart Achilles, Keeps thicket, please it our great general, To call together all his state of war, Fresh Kings are come to Troy, To morrow We must with all our main of power stand fast, And here's a Lord come Knights from East to West And call their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Go we to counsel, let Achilles sleep, Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. Friend you, pray you a word, do you not follow the young Lord Paris. I sir when he goes before me. You depend upon him I mean. Sir I do depend upon the Lord. You depend upon a notable gentleman I must needs praise him. The Lord be praised? You know me? do you not? Faith sir superficially. Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandarus. I hope I shall know your honour better? I do desire it. You are in the state of grace? Grace? not so friend, honour and Lordship are my titles, what music is this? I do but partly know sir, it is music in parts. Know you the musicians? Wholly sir. Who play they to? To the hearers sir. At whose pleasure friend? At mine sir, and theirs that love music, Command I mean: Who shall I command sir? Friend we understand not one another, I am to courtly and thou to cunning, at whose request do these men play? That's to't indeed sir? marry sir, at the request of Paris my Lord, who is there in person, with him the mortal Venus, the heart blood of beauty, loves invisible soul: Who my cousin Cressida, No sir, Helen, could not you find out that by her attributes. It should seem fellow thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida I come to speak with Paris, from the Prince Troilus. I will make a complemental assault upon, him for my business seethes.
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What a vice were it in Aiax now: If hee were proude. Or couetous of praise. I or surly borne. Or strange or selfe affected. Thank the heauens Lord, thou art of sweet composure Praise him that gat thee, shee that gaue thee suck: Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature, Thrice fam'd beyond all thy erudition: But hee that disciplind thine armes to fight, Let Mars diuide eternity in twaine, And giue him halfe, and for thy vigour? Bull-bearing Mil his addition yeeld, To sinowy Aiax, I will not praise thy wisdome, Which like a boord: a pale, a shore confines This spacious and dilated parts, here's Nestor, Instructed by the antiquay times: He must, he is, he cannot but be wise, But pardon father Nestor were your daies As greene as Aiax, and your braine so temper'd, You should not haue the emynence of him, But be as Aiax. Shall I call you father? I my good Sonne. Be ruld by him Lord Aiax. There is no tarrying here the Hart Achilles, Keepes thicket, please it our great generall, To call together all his state of warre, Fresh Kings are come to Troy, To morrow We must with all our maine of power stand fast, And here's a Lord come Knights from East to West And call their flower, Aiax shall cope the best. Go we to counsell, let Achiles sleepe, Light boates saile swift, though greater hulkes draw deepe. Friend you, pray you a word, doe you not follow the yong Lord Paris. I sir when he goes before mee. You depend vpon him I meane. Sir I do depend vpon the Lord. You depend vpon a notable gentleman I must needs praise him. The Lord be praized? You know me? oe you not? Faith sir superficially. Friend know mee better, I am the Lord Pandarus. I hope I shall know your honour better? I do desire it. You are in the state of grace? Grace? not so friend, honour and Lordship are my titles, what musicke is this? I do but partly know sir, it is musick in partes. Know you the musiciars? Wholy sir. Who play they to? To the hearers sir. At whose pleasure friend? At mine sir, and theirs that loue musicke, Command I meane: Who shall I command sir? Friend we vnderstand not one another, I am to cortly and thou to cunning, at whose request do these men play? Thats to't indeed sir? marry sir, at the request of Paris my Lord, who is there in person, with him the mortall Venus, the heart bloud of beauty, loues inuisible soule: Who my cozen Cressida, No sir, Hellen, could not you finde out that by her attributes. It should seeme fellow thou hast not seene the Lady Cressid I come to speake with Paris, from the Prince Troylus. I will make a complemental assault vpon, him for my businesse seeth's.