Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
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. Why, will he not upon our fair request, Vntent his person, and share the 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 selfe-breath. Imagined wrath Holds in his blood such swollen and hot discourse, That twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdomed Achilles in commotion rages, And batters 'gainst itself; what should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it, Cry no recovery. Let Aiax 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 Aiax makes, When they go from Achilles; shall the proud Lord, That bastes his arrogance with his own seam, And never suffers matter of the world, Enter his thoughts: save such as do 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, Must not so stall his Palm, nobly acquired, Nor by my will assubingate his merit, As amply titled 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 Hyperion. This L. go to him? Iupiter forbidden, And say in thunder, Achilles' go to him. O this is well, he rubs the vein of him. And how his silence drinks up this applause. If I go to him, with my armed fist, I'll pash him o'er the face. O no, you shall not go. And a 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 let his humours blood. He will be the Physician that should be the patiented. And all men were a 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 kneaded him, I'll make him supple, he's not yet through warm. Force him with praises, pour in, pour in: his ambition is dry. My L. you feed too much on this dislike. Our noble General, do not do so. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm. Here is a man, but 'tis before his face, I will be silent. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
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He doth relye on none, But carries on the ſtreame of his diſpoſe, Without obſeruance or reſpect of any, In will peculiar, and in ſelfe admiſſion. Why, will he not vpon our faire requeſt, Vntent his perſon, and ſhare the ayre with vs? Things ſmall as nothing, for requeſts ſake onely He makes important; poſſeſt he is with greatneſſe, And ſpeakes not to himſelfe, but with a pride That quarrels at ſelfe-breath. Imagin'd wroth Holds in his bloud ſuch ſwolne and hot diſcourſe, That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters gainſt it ſelfe; what ſhould I ſay? He is ſo plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it, Cry no recouery. Let Aiax goe to him. Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent; 'Tis ſaid he holds you well, and will be led At your requeſt a little from himſelfe. O Agamemnon, let it not be ſo. Weele conſecrate the ſteps that Aiax makes, When they goe from Achilles; ſhall the proud Lord, That baſtes his arrogance with his owne ſeame, And neuer ſuffers matter of the world, Enter his thoughts: ſaue ſuch as doe reuolue And ruminate himſelfe. Shall he be worſhipt, Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee? No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord, Muſt not ſo ſtaule his Palme, nobly acquir'd, Nor by my will aſſubingate his merit, As amply titled 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 Hiperion. This L. goe to him? Iupiter forbid, And ſay in thunder, Achilles goe to him. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him. And how his ſilence drinkes vp this applauſe. If I goe to him, with my armed fiſt, Ile paſh him ore the face. O no, you ſhall not goe. And a be proud with me, ile pheſe his pride: let me goe to him. Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel. A paultry inſolent fellow. How he deſcribes himſelfe. Can he not be ſociable? The Rauen chides blackneſſe. Ile let his humours bloud. He will be the Phyſitian that ſhould be the patient. And all men were a my minde. Wit would be out of faſhion. A ſhould not beare it ſo, a ſhould eate Swords firſt: ſhall pride carry it? And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe. A would haue ten ſhares. I will knede him, Ile make him ſupple, hee's not yet through warme. Force him with praiſes, poure in, poure in: his ambition is dry. My L. you feede too much on this diſlike. Our noble Generall, doe not doe ſo. You muſt prepare to fight without Achilles. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme. Here is a man, but 'tis before his face, I will be ſilent. Wherefore ſhould you ſo? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. 'Know the whole world, he is as valiant.