Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus? The best, for the innocence. Wrought he not well that painted it. He wrought better that made the Painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. YE are a Dog. Thy Mothers of my generation: what's she, if I be a Dog? Wilt dine with me Apemantus? No: I eat not Lords. And thou shouldst, thoud'st anger Ladies. O they eat Lords; So they come by great bellies. That's a lascivious apprehension. So, thou apprehendest it, Take it for thy labour. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus? Not so well as plaindealing, which will not cast a man a Doit. What dost thou think 'tis worth? Not worth my thinking. How now Poet? How now Philosopher? Thou liest. Art not one? Yes. Then I lie not. Art not a Poet? Yes. Then thou liest: Look in thy last work, where thou hast fegined him a worthy Fellow. That's not feigned, he is so. Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered, is worthy o' th' flatterer. Heavens, that I were a Lord. What wouldst do then Apemantus? E'en as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my heart. What thyself? I. Wherefore? That I had no angry wit to be a Lord. Art not thou a Merchant? I Apemantus. Traffic confound thee, if the Gods will not. If Traffic do it, the Gods do it. Traffickes' thy God, & thy God confound thee. What Trumpets that? 'Tis Alcibiades, and some twenty Horse All of Companionship. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us. You must needs dine with me: go not you hence Till I have thanked you: when dinners done Show me this piece, I am joyful of your sights. Most welcome Sir. So, so; their Aches contract, and starve your supple joints: that there should be small love amongst these sweet Knaves, and all this Courtesy. The strain of man's bred out into Baboon and Monkey. Sir, you have saved my longing, and I feed Most hungerly on your sight. Right welcome Sir: Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures. Pray you let us in. What time a day is't Apemantus? Time to be honest. That time serves still. The most accursed thou that still omitst it. Thou art going to Lord Timon's Feast. I, to see meat fill Knaves, and Wine heat fools. Farthee well, farthee well. Thou art a Fool to bid me farewell twice. Why Apemantus? Shouldst have kept one to thyself, for I mean to give thee none. Hang thyself. No I will do nothing at thy bidding: Make thy requests to thy Friend. Away unpeaceable Dog, Or I'll spurn thee hence. I will fly like a dog, the heels o' th' Ass. he's opposite to humanity. Comes shall we in, And taste Lord Timon's bounty: he outgoes The very heart of kindness.
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How lik'ſt thou this picture Apemantus? The beſt▪ for the innocence. Wrought he not well that painted it. He wrought better that made the Painter, and yet he's but a filthy peece of worke. Y' are a Dogge. Thy Mothers of my generation: what's ſhe, if I be a Dogge? Wilt dine with me Apemantus? No: I eate not Lords. And thou ſhould'ſt, thoud'ſt anger Ladies. O they eate Lords; So they come by great bellies. That's a laſciuious apprehenſion. So, thou apprehend'ſt it, Take it for thy labour. How doſt thou like this Iewell, Apemantus? Not ſo well as plain-dealing, which wil not caſt a man a Doit. What doſt thou thinke 'tis worth? Not worth my thinking. How now Poet? How now Philoſopher? Thou lyeſt. Art not one? Yes. Then I lye not. Art not a Poet? Yes. Then thou lyeſt: Looke in thy laſt worke, where thou haſt fegin'd him a worthy Fellow. That's not feign'd, he is ſo. Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loues to be flattered, is worthy o' th flatterer. Heauens, that I were a Lord. What wouldſt do then Apemantus? E'ne as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my heart. What thy ſelfe? I. Wherefore? That I had no angry wit to be a Lord. Art not thou a Merchant? I Apemantus. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not. If Trafficke do it, the Gods do it. Traffickes thy God, & thy God confound thee. What Trumpets that? 'Tis Alcibiades, and ſome twenty Horſe All of Companionſhip. Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs. You muſt needs dine with me: go not you hence Till I haue thankt you: when dinners done Shew me this peece▪ I am ioyfull of your ſights. Moſt welcome Sir. So, ſo; their Aches contract, and ſterue your ſupple ioynts: that there ſhould bee ſmall loue amongeſt theſe ſweet Knaues, and all this Curteſie. The ſtraine of mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey. Sir, you haue ſau'd my longing, and I feed Moſt hungerly on your ſight. Right welcome Sir: Ere we depart, wee'l ſhare a bounteous time In different pleaſures. Pray you let vs in. What time a day is't Apemantus? Time to be honeſt. That time ſerues ſtill. The moſt accurſed thou that ſtill omitſt it. Thou art going to Lord Timons Feaſt. I, to ſee meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles. Farthee well, farthee well. Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice. Why Apemantus? Should'ſt haue kept one to thy ſelfe, for I meane to giue thee none. Hang thy ſelfe. No I will do nothing at thy bidding: Make thy requeſts to thy Friend. Away vnpeaceable Dogge, Or Ile ſpurne thee hence. I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a' th' Aſſe. Hee's oppoſite to humanity. Comes ſhall we in, And aſte Lord Timons bountie: he out-goes The verie heart of kindneſſe.