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 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream: Let fancy still my sense in Lethe sleep, If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep. Nay come I prithee, would thoud'st be ruled by me Madam, I will. O say so, and so be. Nay, I prithee put on this gown, & this beard, make him believe thou art sir Topas the Curate, do it quickly. I'll call sir Toby the whilst. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself in't, and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in such a gown. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor lean enough to be thought a good Student: but to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as fairly, as to say, a careful man, & a great scholar. The Competitors enter. Ioue bless thee M. Parson. Bonos dies sir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prage that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a Niece of King Gorbodacke, that that is, is: so I being M. Parson, am M. Parson; for what is that, but that? and is, but is? To him sir Topas. What hoa, I say, Peace in this prison. The knave counterfeits well: a good knave. Who calls there? Sir Topas the Curate, who comes to visit Maluolio the Lunatic. Sir Topas, sir Topas, good sir Topas go to my Lady. Out hyperbolical fiend, how vexest thou this man? Talkest thou nothing but of Ladies? Well said M. Parson. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged, good sir Topas do not think I am mad: they have laid me here in hideous darkness. Fie, thou dishonest sathan: I call thee by the most modest terms, for I am one of those gentle ones, that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark? As hell sir Topas. Why it hath bay Windows transparent as baricadoes, and the clear stores toward the South north, are as lustrous as Ebony: and yet complainest thou of obstruction? I am not mad sir Topas, I say to you this house is dark. Madman thou errest: I say there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzeled than the Egyptians in their fog. I say this house is as dark as Ignorance, though Ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say there was never man thus abused, I am no more mad than you are, make the trial of it in any constant question. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning Wildfowl? That the soul of our grandam, might happily inhabit a bird. What thinkest thou of his opinion? I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Far thee well: remain thou still in darkness, thou shalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits, and fear to kill a Woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Far thee well.
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What relliſh is in this? How runs the ſtreame? Or I am mad, or elſe this is a dreame: Let fancie ſtill my ſenſe in Lethe ſleepe, If it be thus to dreame, ſtill let me ſleepe. Nay come I prethee, would thoud'ſt be rul'd by me Madam, I will. O ſay ſo, and ſo be. Nay, I prethee put on this gown, & this beard, make him beleeue thou art ſir Topas the Curate, doe it quickly. Ile call ſir Toby the whilſt. Well, Ile put it on, and I will diſſemble my ſelfe in't, and I would I were the firſt that euer diſſembled in ſuch a gowne. I am not tall enough to become the function well, nor leane enough to bee thought a good Studient: but to be ſaid an honeſt man and a good houſkeeper goes as fairely, as to ſay, a carefull man, & a great ſcholler. The Competitors enter. Ioue bleſſe thee M. Parſon. Bonos dies ſir Toby: for as the old hermit of Prage that neuer ſaw pen and inke, very wittily ſayd to a Neece of King Gorbodacke, that that is, is: ſo I being M. Parſon, am M. Parſon; for what is that, but that? and is, but is? To him r Topas. What hoa, I ſay, Peace in this priſon. The knaue counterfets well: a good knaue. Who cals there? Sir Topas the Curate, who comes to viſit Maluolio the Lunaticke. Sir Topas, ſir Topas, good ſir Topas goe to my Ladie. Out hyperbolicall fiend, how vexeſt thou this man? Talkeſt thou nothing but of Ladies? Well ſaid M. Parſon. Sir Topas, neuer was man thus wronged, good ſir Topas do not thinke I am mad: they haue layde mee heere in hideous darkneſſe. Fye, thou diſhoneſt ſathan: I call thee by the moſt modeſt termes, for I am one of thoſe gentle ones, that will vſe the diuell himſelfe with curteſie: ſayſt thou that houſe is darke? As hell ſir Topas. Why it hath bay Windowes tranſparant as baricadoes, and the cleere ſtores toward the South north, are as luſtrous as Ebony: and yet complaineſt thou of obſtruction? I am not mad ſir Topas, I ſay to you this houſe is darke. Madman thou erreſt: I ſay there is no darkneſſe but ignorance, in which thou art more puzel'd then the Aegyptians in their fogge. I ſay this houſe is as darke as Ignorance, thogh Ignorance were as darke as hell; and I ſay there was neuer man thus abus'd, I am no more madde then you are, make the triall of it in any conſtant queſtion. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning Wilde-fowle? That the ſoule of our grandam, might happily inhabite a bird. What thinkſt thou of his opinion? I thinke nobly of the ſoule, and no way aproue his opinion. Fare thee well: remaine thou ſtill in darkeneſſe, thou ſhalt hold th' opinion of Pythagoras, ere I will allow of thy wits, and feare to kill a Woodcocke, leſt thou diſpoſſeſſe the ſoule of thy grandam. Fare thee well.