Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Sir, I bade them take away you. Misprision in the highest degree. Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum: thats as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain: good Madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool. Can you do it? Dexteriously, good Madonna. Make your proof. I must catechise you for it Madonna, Good my Mouse of virtue answer me. Well sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof. Good Madonna, why mournest thou? Good fool, for my brother's death. I think his soul is in hell, Madonna. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. The more fool (Madonna) to mourn for your Brother's soul, being in heaven. Take away the Fool, Gentlemen. What think you of this fool Maluolio, doth he not mend? Yes, and shall do, till the pangs of death shake him: Infirmity that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool. God send you sir, a speedy Infirmity, for the better increasing your folly: Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no Fox, but he will not pass his word for two pence that you are no Foole. How say you to that Maluolio? I marvel your Ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day, with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard already: unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gauged. I protest I take these Wisemen, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fool's Zanies. O you are sicke of self-love Maluolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for Bird-bolts, that you deem Cannon bullets: There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing, in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove. Now Mercury endue thee with leasing, for thou speakest well of fools. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentleman, much desires to speak with you. From the Count Orsino, is it? I know not (Madam) 'tis a fair young man, and well attended. Who of my people hold him in delay? Sir Toby Madam, your kinsman. Fetch him off I pray you, he speaks nothing but madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio; If it be a suit from the Count, I am sick, or not at home. What you will, to dismiss it. Now you see sir, how your fooling grows old, & people dislike it. Thou hast spoke for us (Madonna) as if thy eldest son should be a fool: whose scull, Ioue cram with brains, for here he comes. One of thy kin has a most weak Pia-mater. By mine honour half drunk. What is he at the gate Cousin? A Gentleman. A Gentleman? What Gentleman? 'Tis a Gentleman here. A plague o' these pickle herring: How now Sot.
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Sir, I bad them take away you. Miſpriſion in the higheſt degree. Lady, Cucullus non facit monachum: that's as much to ſay, as I weare not motley in my braine: good Madona, giue mee leaue to proue you a foole. Can you do it? Dexteriouſly, good Madona. Make your proofe. I muſt catechize you for it Madona, Good my Mouſe of vertue anſwer mee. Well ſir, for want of other idleneſſe, Ile bide your proofe. Good Madona, why mournſt thou? Good foole, for my brothers death. I thinke his ſoule is in hell, Madona. I know his ſoule is in heauen, foole. The more foole (Madona) to mourne for your Brothers ſoule, being in heauen. Take away the Foole, Gentlemen. What thinke you of this foole Maluolio, doth he not mend? Yes, and ſhall do, till the pangs of death ſhake him: Infirmity that decaies the wiſe, doth euer make the better foole. God ſend you ſir, a ſpeedie Infirmity, for the better increaſing your folly: Sir Toby will be ſworn that I am no Fox, but he wil not paſſe his word for two pence that you are no Foole. How ſay you to that Maluolio? I maruell your Ladyſhip takes delight in ſuch a barren raſcall: I ſaw him put down the other day, with an ordinary foole, that has no more braine then a ſtone. Looke you now, he's out of his gard already: vnles you laugh and miniſter occaſion to him, he is gag'd. I proteſt I take theſe Wiſemen, that crow ſo at theſe ſet kinde of fooles, no better then the fooles Zanies. O you are ficke of ſelfe-loue Maluolio, and taſte with a diſtemper'd appetite. To be generous, guitleſſe, and of free diſpoſition, is to take thoſe things for Bird-bolts, that you deeme Cannon bullets: There is no ſlander in an allow'd foole, though he do nothing but rayle; nor no rayling, in a knowne diſcreet man, though hee do nothing but reproue. Now Mercury indue thee with leaſing, for thou ſpeak'ſt well of fooles. Madam, there is at the gate, a young Gentleman, much deſires to ſpeake with you. From the Count Orſino, is it? I know not (Madam) 'tis a faire young man, and well attended. Who of my people hold him in delay▪ Sir Toby Madam, your kinſman. Fetch him off I pray you, he ſpeakes nothing but madman: Fie on him. Go you Maluolio; If it be a ſuit from the Count, I am ſicke, or not at home. What you will, to diſmiſſe it. Now you ſee ſir, how your fooling growes old, & people diſlike it. Thou haſt ſpoke for vs (Madona) as if thy eldeſt ſonne ſhould be a foole: whoſe ſcull, Ioue cramme with braines, for heere he comes. One of thy kin has a moſt weake Pia-mater. By mine honor halfe drunke. What is he at the gate Coſin? A Gentleman. A Gentleman? What Gentleman? 'Tis a Gentleman heere. A plague o' theſe pickle herring: How now Sot.