Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Why so I think, better and better still: Now further Echo, in a world of men, Is there one faithful to his friend, or no? Thou speak'st most true, for I have found it so; Who said thou wast a woman Echo lies, Thou couldst not then answer so much of truth, Once more good Echo, Was my Maria false by her own desire, Or waste against her will? Troth'll may be so, but canst thou tell, Whether she be dead or not? Not dead. Then without question she doth surely live: But I do trouble thee too much, therefore good speak truth, farewell. How quick it answers, o that Councillors Would thus resolve men's doubts without a fee. How many country Clients then might rest Free from undoing, no plodding pleader then Would purchase great possessions with his tongue; Were I some demi-god, or had that power, I'd straight make this Echo here a judge; he'd spend his judgement in the open court, As now to me, without being once solicited In's private chamber, 'tis not bribes could win Him to o'ersway men's right, nor could he be Led to damnation for a little pelf; He would not harbour malice in his heart, Or envious hatred, base despite or grudge, But be an upright, just, and equal judge; But now imagine that I should confront Treacherous Albert, who hath raised my front. But I fear this idle prate hath Made me quite forget my cinque pace. he danceth. I heard the Echo answer unto one, That by his speech cannot be far remote From of this ground, and see I have descried him: Oh heavens! it's Carracus, whose reasons seat Is now usurped by madness, and distraction; Which I the author of confusion Have planted here, by my accursed deeds. O are you come sir, I was sending the Tavern-boy for ye, I have been practising here, and can do none of my lofty tricks. Good sir, if any spark do yet remain Of your consumed reason, let me strive. To blow it out, troth I most kindly thank you, Here's friendship to the life; but father whey-beard, Why should you think me void of reason's fire, My youthful days being in the height of knowledge? I must confess your old years gains experience; But that's so much o'erruled by dotage, That what you think experience shall effect, Short memory destroys, what say you now sir? Am I mad now, that can answer thus To all intergatories? But though your words do savour sir of judgement, Yet when they derogate from the due observance Of fitting times, they ought not be respected, No more, than if a man should tell a tale Of feigned mirth in midst of extreme sorrows.
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Why ſo I thinke, better and better ſtill: Now further Echo, in a world of men, Is there one faithfull to his friend, or no? Thou ſpeak'ſt moſt true, for I haue found it ſo; Who ſayd thou waſt a woman Echo lies, Thou couldſt not then anſwere ſo much of truth, Once more good Echo, Was my Maria falſe by her owne deſire, Or waſt againſt her will? Troth't may be ſo, but canſt thou tell, Whether ſhe be dead or not? Not dead. Then without queſtion ſhe doth ſurely liue: But I do trouble thee too much, therfore good ſpeak truth, farewel. How quick it anſwers, ô that Conncellors Would thus refolue mens doubts without a fee. How many country Clyents then might reſt Free from vndooing, no plodding pleader then Would purchaſe great poffeſſions with his tongue; Were I ſome demy-god, or had that power, I'de ſtraight make this Echo here a iudge; Hee'd ſpend his iudgement in the open court, As now to me, without being once ſolicited In's priuate chamber, tis not bribes could win Him to o're-ſway mens right, nor could he be Lead to damnation for a little pelfe; He would not harbour malice in his heart, Or enuious hatred, baſe diſpight or grudge, But be an vpright, iuſt, and equall Iudge; But now imagine that I ſhould confront Treacherous Albert, who hath rais'd my front. But I feare this idle prate hath Made me quite forget my cinque pace. he daunceth. I heard the Eccho anſwere vnto one, That by his ſpeech cannot be far remote From of this ground, and ſee I haue diſcried him: Oh heauens! its Carracus, whoſe reaſons ſeate Is now vſurpt by madnes, and diſtraction; Which I the author of confuſion Haue planted here, by my accurſed deeds. O are you come ſir, I was ſending the Tauerne-boy for ye, I haue been practiſing here, and can do none of my loftie trickes. Good ſir, if any ſparke do yet remaine Of your conſumed reaſon, let me ſtriue. To blow it out, troth I moſt kindly thank you, Heres friendſhip to the life; but father whay-beard, Why ſhould you thinke me void of reaſons fire, My youthfull dayes being in the height of knowledge? I muſt confeſſe your old yeeres gaines experience; But that's ſo much orer-ul'd by dotage, That what you think experience ſhall effect, Short memory deſtroies, what ſay you now ſir? Am I mad now, that can anſwere thus To all intergatories? But though your words do ſauor ſir of iudgement, Yet when they derogate from the due obſeruance Of fitting times, they ought not be reſpected, No more, then if a man ſhould tell a tale Of fained mirth in midſt of extreame ſorrowes.