Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 511 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.
Come, ha' me to my Chamber: but first shut the door. O, shut the door, shut the door: Is he come again? 'Tis I, Sir, your Barber. O Cutberd, Cutberd, Cutberd! here has been a cut-throat with me: help me in to my bed, and give me Physic with thy counsel. NAy, and she will, let her refuse, at her own charges: 'tis nothing to me, Gentlemen. But she will not be invited to the like Feasts, or Guests, every day. O, by no means, she may not refuse— to stay at home, if you love your reputation: 'Slight, you are invited thither o' purpose to be seen, and laughed at by the Lady of the College, and her shadows. This Trumpeter hath proclaimed you. You shall not go; let him be laughed at in your stead, for not bringing you: and put him to his extemporal faculty of fooling, and talking loud to satisfy the company. He will suspect us, talk aloud. Pray, Mistress Epicoene, let's see your Verses; we have Sir Iohn Daw's leave: do not conceal your servant's merit, and your own glories. They'll prove my servant's glories, if you have his leave so soon. His vain glories, Lady! Show 'em, show 'em, Mistress, I dare own 'em. Judge you, what glories? Nay, I'll read 'em myself, too: an Author must recite his own Work. It is a Madrigal of Modesty. Modest, and fair, for fair and good are near Neighbours, howe'er.— Very good. ay, Is't not? No noble virtue ever was alone, But two in one. Excellent! That again, I pray Sir Iohn. It has some thing in't like rare wit, and sense. Peace. No noble virtue ever was alone, But two in one. Then, when I praise sweet Modesty, I praise Bright Beauty's rays: And having praised both Beauty and Modesty, I have praised thee. Admirable! How it chimes, and cries tinke i' the close, divinely! ay, 'tis Seneca. No, I think 'tis Plutarch. The dor on Plutarch, and Seneca, I hate it: they are mine own imaginations, by that light. I wonder those fellows have such credit with Gentlemen! They are very grave Authors. Grave Asses! mere essayists! a few loose Sentences, and that's all. A man would talk so, his whole age, I do utter as good things every hour, if they were collected, and observed, as either of 'em. Indeed! Sir Iohn? He must needs, living among the Wits, and Braveries too. ay, and being precedent of 'em, as he is. There's Aristotle, a mere common place-fellow; Plato, a Discourser; Thucydides, and Livy, tedious and dry; Tacitus, an entire knot: sometimes worth the untying, very seldom. What do you think of the Poets, Sir Iohn? Not worthy to be named for Authors. Homer, an old tedious prolix Ass, talks of Curriers, and Chines of Beef. Virgil, of dunging of Land, and Bees. Horace, of I know not what. I think so. And so Pindarus, Lycophron, Anacreon, Catullus, Seneca the Tragedian, Lucan, Propertius, Tibullus, Martial, Juvenal, Ausonius, Statius, Politian, Valerius Flaccus, and the rest—
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Come, ha' mee to my Chamber: but firſt ſhut the doore. O, ſhut the doore, ſhut the doore: Is he come again? 'Tis I, Sir, your Barber. O Cutberd, Cutberd, Cutberd! here has beene a cutthroate with me: helpe me in to my bed, and giue me Phyſick with thy counſell. NAy, and ſhe will, let her refuſe, at her owne charges: 'tis nothing to me, Gentlemen. But ſhe will not be inuited to the like Feaſts, or Gueſts, euery day. O, by no meanes, ſhee may not refuſe— to ſtay at home, if you loue your reputation: 'Slight, you are inuited thither o' purpoſe to bee ſeene, and laught at by the Lady of the Colledge, and her ſhadowes. This Trumpeter hath proclym'd you. You ſhall not goe; let him bee laught at in your ſtead, for not bringing you: and put him to his extemporall facultie of fooling, and talking loud to ſatisfie the company. He will ſuſpect vs, talke aloud. 'Pray, Miſtris Epicoene, let's ſee your Verſes; wee haue Sir Iohn Daw's leaue: doe not conceale your Seruants merit, and your owne glories. They'll prooue my Seruants glories, if you haue his leaue ſo ſoone. His vaine glories, Ladie! Shew 'hem, ſhew 'hem, Miſtris, I dare owne 'hem. Iudge you, what glories? Nay, I'll reade 'hem my ſelfe, too: an Author muſt recite his owne Worke. It is a Madrigall of Modeſtie. Modeſt, and faire, for faire and good are neere Neighbours, how ere.— Very good. I, Is't not? No noble vertue euer was alone, But two in one. Excellent! That againe, I pray 'Sir Iohn. It has ſome thing in't like rare wit, and ſenſe. Peace. No noble vertue euer was alone, But two in one. Then, when I prayſe ſweet Modestie, I prayſe Bright Beauties rayes: And hauing prays'd both Beauty' and Modestee, I haue prays'd thee. Admirable! How it chimes, and cryes tinke i' the cloſe, diuinely! I, 'tis Seneca. No, I thinke 'tis Plutarch. The dor on Plutarch, and Seneca, I hate it: they are mine owne imaginations, by that light. I wonder thoſe fellowes haue ſuch credit with Gentlemen! They are very graue Authors. Graue Aſſes! meere Eſſaiſts! a few looſe Sentences, and that's all. A man would talke ſo, his whole age, I doe vtter as good things euery houre, if they were collected, and obſeru'd, as either of 'hem. Indeed! Sir Iohn? Hee muſt needes, liuing among the Wits, and Braueries too. I, and being Preſident of 'hem, as he is. There's Ariſtotle, a mere common place-fellow; Plato, a Diſcourſer; Thucidides, and Liuic, tedious and drie; Tacitus, an entyre knot: ſometimes worth the vntying, very ſeldome. What doe you thinke of the Poets, Sir Iohn? Not worthy to be nam'd for Authors. Homer, an old tedious prolixe Aſſe, talkes of Curriers, and Chines of Beefe. Ʋirgil, of dunging of Land, and Bees. Horace, of I know not what. I thinke ſo. And ſo Pindarus, Lycophron, Anacreon, Catullus, Seneca the Tragoedian, Lucan, Propertius, Tibullus, Martiall, Iuuenal, Auſonius, Statius, Politian, Valerius Flaccus, and the reſt—