Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Faith, for me, He ' is somewhat too fresh, indeed. The salt is gone, That gave him season. His good gifts are done. He does not yield the crop that he was wont. And, for the act, I can have secret fellows, With backs worth ten of him, and shall please me (Now that the Land is fled) a myriad better. And those one may command. 'tis true, These Lordings, Your noble Fauns, they are so imperious, saucy, Rude, and as boisterous as Centaurs; leaping A Lady, at first sight. And must be borne Both with, and out, they think. Tut, I'll obserue None of 'em all: nor humour 'em a jot Longer, than they come laden in the hand, And say, here's tone, for th'tother. Does Caesar give well? They shall all give, and pay well, that come here If they will have it; and that jewels, pearl, Plate, or round sums, to buy these. I'm not taken With a Cob-Swan, or a high-mounting Bull, As foolish Leda, and Europa were, But the bright gold, with Danae. For such price, I would endure, a rough, harsh Iupiter, Or ten such thundering Gamesters, and refrain To laugh at 'em, till they are gone, with my much suffering. thouart a most happy wench, that thus canst make Use of they youth, and freshness, in the season: And hast it to make use of. (Which is the happiness.) I am, now, fain to give to them, and keep Music, and a continual Table, to invite 'em; Yes, and they study your kitchen, more than you: Eat myself out with usury, and my Lord, too, And all my officers, and friends beside, To procure moneys, for the needful charge I must be at, to have 'em: And, yet, scarce Can I achieve 'em, so. Why, that's because You affect young faces only, and smooth chins, Sempronia. If you'd love beards, and bristles, (One with another, as others do) or wrinkles— Who's that? Look Galla. 'tis the party, Madam. What party? Has he no name? 'tis Quintus Curius. Did I not bid 'em, say, I kept may chamber? Why, so they do. I'll leave you, Fulvia. Nay, good Sempronia, stay. In faith, I will not. By Iuno, I would not see him. I'll not hinder you. You know, he will not be kept out, Madam. No, Nor shall not, careful Galla, by my means. As I do live, Sempronia. What needs this? Go, say, I am asleep, and ill at ease. By Castor, no; I'll tell him, you are awake; And very well. Stay Galla. Farewell Fulvia: I know my manners. Why do you labour, thus, With action, against purpose? Quintus Curius, She is, i'faith, here, and in disposition: Spite, with your courtesy. How shall I be tortured! WHere are you, fair one, that conceal yourself; And keep your beauty, within locks, and bars, here, Like a fools treasure? True, she was a fool, When, first she showed it to a thief. How pretty Solennesse! So harsh, and short?
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Faith, for mee, He' is somewhat too fresh, indeed. The salt is gone, That gaue him season. His good gifts are done. He do's not yeeld the crop that he was wont. And, for the act, I can haue secret fellowes, With backs worth ten of him, and shall plse mee (Now that the Land is fled) a myriade better. And those one may command. Tis true, These Lordings, Your noble Faunes, they are so imperious, saucy, Rude, and as boystrous as Centaures; leaping A Ladie, at first sight. And must be borne Both with, and out, they thinke. Tut, Ile obferue None of 'hem all: nor humor 'hem a iot Longer, then they come laden in the hand, And say, here's tone, for th'tother. Do's Caesar giue well? They hall all giue, and pay well, that come here If they will haue it; and that iewels, pearle, Plate, or round summes, to buy these. I'am not taken With a Cob-Swan, or a high-mounting Bull, As foolish Leda, and Europa were, But the bright gold, with Danae. For such price, I would endure, a rough, harsh Iupiter, Or ten such thundring Gamsters, and refraine To laugh at 'hem, till they are gone, with my much suffring. Th'art a most happy wench, that thus canst make Vse of they youth, and freshnesse, in the season: And hast it to make vse of. (Which is the happinesse.) I am, now, faine to giue to them, and keepe Musique, and a continuall Table, to inuite 'hem; Yes, and they studie your kitchin, more then you: Eate my selfe out with vsury, and my Lord, too, And all my officers, and friends beside, To procure moneyes, for the needfull charge I must be at, to haue 'hem: And, yet, scarce Can I atchieue 'hem, so. Why, that's because You affect yong faces onely, and smooth chinnes, Sempronia. If youl'd loue beards, and bristles, (One with another, as others doe) or wrinkles— Who's that? Looke Galla. Tis the partie, Madame. What party? Has he no name? Tis Quintus Curius. Did I not bid 'hem, say, I kept may chamber? Why, so they do. Ile leaue you, Fuluia. Nay, good Sempronia, stay. In faith, I will not. By Iuno, I would not see him. Ile not hinder you. You know, he will not be kept out, Madam. No, Nor shall not, carefull Galla, by my meanes. As I doe liue, Sempronia. What needs this? Go, say, I am asleepe, and ill at ease. By Castor, no; I'le tell him, you are awake; And very well. Stay Galla. Farewell Fuluia: I know my manners. Why doe you labour, thus, With action, against purpose? Quintus Curius, She is, yfaith, here, and in disposition: Spight, with your courtesie. How shall I be tortur'd! WHere are you, fayre one, hat conceale your selfe; And keepe your beauty, within lockes, and barres, here, Like a fooles treasure? True, she was a foole, When, first she shew'd it to a theefe. How prety Solennesse! So harsh, and short?