Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.83 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Thou stool for a Witch. I, do, do, thou sodden-witted Lord: thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows: An Asinico may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant Ass, thou art here but to thresh Troyans, 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 scurvy Lord. You Cur. Mars his Idiot: do rudeness, do Camel, do, do. Why how now Aiax? wherefore do you this? 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 I do so. But yet you look not well upon him: for who some ever you take him to be, he is Aiax. I know that fool. I, but that fool knows not himself. Therefore I bear 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: I will buy nine Sparrows for a penny, and his Pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a Sparrow. This Lord (Achilles) Aiax who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, I'll 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 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. O thou damned Cur, I shall— Will you set your wit to a Fools. No I warrant you, for a fools will shame it. Good words Thersites. What's the quarrel? I bade thee vile Owl, go learn me the tenure of the Proclamation, and he rails upon me. I serve thee not. Well, go too, go too. I serve here voluntary. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not voluntary, no man is beaten voluntary: Aiax was here the voluntary, and you as under an Impress. E'neso, a great deal of your wit too lies in your sinews, or else there be Liars Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of your brains, he were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel. What with me to Thersites? There's Ulysses, and old Nestor, whose Wit was mouldy ere their Grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke you like draft_oxes, and make you plough up the war. What? what? Yes good sooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to— I shall cut out your tongue. 'Tis no matter, I shall speak as much as thou afterwards. No more words Thersites. I will hold my peace when Achilles' Brooch bids me, shall I? There's for you Patroclus.
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Length
507 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.830 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T58 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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 elbows: An Aſinico may tutor thee. Thou ſcuruy valiant Aſſe, thou art heere but to threſh Troyans, and thou art bought and ſolde among thoſe of any wit, like a Barbarian ſlaue. If thou vſe to beat me, I wil begin at thy heele and tel what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels thou. You dogge. You ſcuruy Lord. You Curre. Mars his Ideot: do rudenes, do Camell, do, do. Why how now Aiax? wherefore do you this? How now Therſites? what's the matter man? You ſee him there, do you? I, what's the matter. Nay looke vpon him. So I do: what's the matter? Nay but regard him well. Well, why I do ſo. But yet you looke not well vpon him: for who ſome euer you take him to be, he is Aiax. I know that foole. I, but that foole knowes not himſelfe. Therefore I beare thee. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he vtters: his euaſions haue eares thus long. I haue bobb'd his Braine more then he has beate my bones: I will buy nine Sparrowes for a peny, and his Piamater is not worth the ninth part of a Sparrow. This Lord (Achilles) Aiax who wears his wit in his belly, and his guttes in his head, Ile 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 Helens Needle, for whom he comes to fight. Peace foole. I would haue peace and quietnes, but the foole will not: He there, that he, looke you there. O thou damn'd Curre, I ſhall— Will you ſet your wit to a Fooles. No I warrant you, for a fooles will ſhame it. Good words Therſites. What's the quarrell? I bad thee vile Owle, goe learne me the tenure of the Proclamation, and he rayles vpon me. I ſerue thee not. Well, go too, go too. I ſerue heere voluntary. Your laſt ſeruice was ſufferance, 'twas not voluntary, no man is beaten voluntary: Aiax was heere the voluntary▪ and you as vnder an Impreſſe. E'neſo, a great deale of your wit too lies in your ſinnewes, or elſe there be Liars Hector ſhall haue a great catch, if he knocke out either of your braines, he were as good cracke a fuſtie nut with no kernell. What with me to Therſites? There's Vlyſſes, and old Neſtor, whoſe Wit was mouldy ere their Grandſires had nails on their toes, yoke you like draft-Oxen, and make you plough vp the warre. What? what? Yes good ſooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to— I ſhall cut out your tongue. 'Tis no matter, I ſhall ſpeake as much as thou afterwards. No more words Therſites. I will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids me, ſhall I? There's for you Patroclus.