Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
See for the News: Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistress: Let it not gall your patience (good Iago) That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding, That gives me this bold show of Courtesy. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips, As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, You would have enough. Alas: she has no speech. Infaith too much: I find it still, when I have leave to sleep. Marry before your Ladyship, I grant, She puts haet tongue a little in her heart, And chides with thinking. You have little cause to say so. Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of door: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kitchens: Saints in your Injuries: Devils being offended: Players in your Housewifry, and Huswives in your Beds. Oh, fie upon thee, Slanderer. Nay, it is true: or else I am a Turk, You rise to play, and go to bed to work. You shall not write my praise. No, let me not. What wouldst write of me, if thou shouldst praise me? Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too't, For I am nothing, if not Critical. Come on, assay. There's one gone to the Harbour? I Madam. I am not merry: but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. Come, how wouldst thou praise me? I am about it, but indeed my invention comes from my pate, as Birdlyme does from Frieze, it plucks out Brains and all. But my Muse labours, and thus she is delivered. If she be fair, and wise: fairness, and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it. Well praised: How if she be Black and Witty? If she be black, and thereto have a wit, She'll find a white, that shall her blackness fit. Worse, and worse. How if Fair, and Foolish? She never yet was foolish that was fair, For even her folly helped her to an heir. These are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fools laugh i' th' Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's Fowl, and Foolish. There's none so foul and foolish thereunto, But does foul pranks, which fair, and wise-ones do. Oh heavy ignorance: thou praisest the worst best. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed? One, that in the authority of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself. She that was ever fair, and never proud, Had Tongue at will, and yet was never loud: Never lacked Gold, and yet went never gay, Fled from her wish, and yet said now I may. She that being angered, her revenge being nigh, Bad her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly: She that in wisdom never was so frail, To change the cods-head for the Salmon's tail: She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See Suitors following, and not look behind: She was a wight, (if ever such wights were) To do what?
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See for the Newes: Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Miſtris: Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago) That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding, That giues me this bold ſhew of Curteſie. Sir, would ſhe giue you ſo much of her lippes, As of her tongue ſhe oft beſtowes on me, You would haue enough. Alas: ſhe ha's no ſpeech. Infaith too much: I finde it ſtill, when I haue leaue to ſleepe. Marry before your Ladyſhip, I grant, She puts het tongue a little in her heart, And chides with thinking. You haue little cauſe to ſay ſo. Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kitchens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended: Players in your Huſwiferie, and Huſwiues in your Beds. Oh, fie vpon thee, Slanderer. Nay, it is true: or elſe I am a Turke, You riſe to play, and go to bed to worke. You ſhall not write my praiſe. No, let me not. What would'ſt write of me, if thou ſhould'ſt praiſe me? Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too't, For I am nothing, if not Criticall. Come on, aſſay. There's one gone to the Harbour? I Madam. I am not merry: but I do beguile The thing I am, by ſeeming otherwiſe. Come, how would'ſt thou praiſe me? I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes out Braines and all. But my Muſe labours, and thus ſhe is deliuer'd. If ſhe be faire, and wiſe: faireneſſe, and wit, The ones for vſe, the other vſeth it. Well prais'd: How if ſhe be Blacke and Witty? If ſhe be blacke, and thereto haue a wit, She'le find a white, that ſhall her blackneſſe fit. Worſe, and worſe. How if Faire, and Fooliſh? She neuer yet was fooliſh that was faire, For euen her folly helpt her to an heire. Theſe are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooles laugh i' th' Alehouſe. What miſerable praiſe haſt thou for her that's Foule, and Fooliſh. There's none ſo foule and fooliſh thereunto, But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wiſe-ones do. Oh heauy ignorance: thou praiſeſt the worſt beſt. But what praiſe could'ſt thou beſtow on a deſeruing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her merit, did iuſtly put on the vouch of very malice it ſelfe. She that was euer faire, and neuer proud, Had Tongue at will, and yet was neuer loud: Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay, Fled from her wiſh, and yet ſaid now I may. She that being angred, her reuenge being nie, Bad her wrong ſtay, and her diſpleaſure flie: She that in wiſedome neuer was ſo fraile, To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile: She that could thinke, and neu'r diſcloſe her mind, See Suitors following, and not looke behind: She was a wight, (if euer ſuch wightes were) To do what?