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 0.79 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
All the better, their fraction is more our wish then their faction; but it was a strong counsel that a Fool could disunite. The amity that wisdom knits, not folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. No Achilles with him? The Elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: His leg are legs for necessity, not for slight. 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 outfly our apprehensions. Much attribute he hath, and much the reason, Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his virtues, Not virtuously of his own part beheld, Do in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; Yea, and like fair Fruit in an unholdsome dish, Are like to rot untasted: go and tell him, We came to speak with him; and you shall not sin, If you do say, we think him over proud, And under honest; in selfe-assumption greater Than in the note of judgement: & worthier than himself Here tends the savage strangeness he puts on, Disguise the holy strength of their command: And under write in an observing kind His humorous predominance, yea watch His pettish lines, his ebbs, his flows, as if The passage and whole carriage of this action Road on his tide. Go tell him this, and add, That if he overhold 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 enter you. 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 Aiax, 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 it is. Your mind is the clearer Aiax, 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 hate the engendering of Toads. Yet he loves himself: Is't not strange? Achilles will not to the field to morrow. What's his excuse?
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492 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T58 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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All the better, their fraction is more our wiſh then their faction; but it was a ſtrong counſell that a Foole could diſunite. The amitie that wiſedome knits, not folly may eaſily vntie. Here comes Patroclus. No Achilles with him? The Elephant hath ioynts, but none for curteſie: His legge are legs for neceſſitie, not for ſlight. Achilles bids me ſay he is much ſorry: If any thing more then your ſport and pleaſure, Did moue your greatneſſe, and this noble State, To call vpon him; he hopes it is no other, But for your health, and your digeſtion ſake; An after Dinners breath. Heare you Patroclus: We are too well acquainted with theſe anſwers: But his euaſion winged thus ſwift with ſcorne, Cannot outflye our apprehenſions. Much attribute he hath, and much the reaſon, Why we aſcribe it to him, yet all his vertues, Not vertuouſly of his owne part beheld, Doe in our eyes, begin to looſe their gloſſe; Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdſome diſh, Are like to rot vntaſted: goe and tell him, We came to ſpeake with him; and you ſhall not ſinne, If you doe ſay, we thinke him ouer proud, And vnder honeſt; in ſelfe-aſſumption greater Then in the note of iudgement: & worthier then himſelfe Here tends the ſauage ſtrangeneſſe he puts on, Diſguiſe the holy ſtrength of their command: And vnder write in an obſeruing kinde His humorous predominance, yea watch His pettiſh lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if The paſſage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde, That if he ouerhold his price ſo much, Weele none of him; but let him, like an Engin Not portable, lye vnder this report. Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre: A ſtirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue, Before a ſleeping Gyant: tell him ſo. I ſhall, and bring his anſwere preſently. In ſecond voyce weele not be ſatisfied, We come to ſpeake with him, Ʋliſſes enter you. 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 wiſe, no leſſe noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable Why ſhould a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what it is. Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himſelfe; Pride is his owne Glaſſe, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and what euer praiſes it ſelfe but in the deede, deuoures the deede in the praiſe. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the ingendring of Toades. Yet e oues himſelfe: Is't not ſtrange? Achilles will not to the field to morrow. What's his excuſe?