Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.79 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
One Varroes' servant, my good Lord. From Isidore, he humbly prays your speedy payment. If you did know my Lord, my Master's wants. 'Twas due on forfeiture my Lord, six weeks, and past. Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I Am sent expressly to your Lordship. Give me breath: I do beseech you good my Lords keep on, I'll wait upon you instantly. Come hither: pray you How goes the world, that I am thus encountered With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds, And the detention of long since due debts Against my Honour? Please you Gentlemen, The time is unagreeable to this business: Your importunacy cease, till after dinner, That I may make his Lordship understand Wherefore you are not paid. Do so my Friends, see them well entertained. Pray draw near. Stay, stay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus, let's ha' some sport with 'em. Hang him, he'll abuse us. A plague upon him dog. How dost Fool? Dost Dialogue with thy shadow? I speak not to thee. No 'tis to thyself. Come away. There's the Fool hangs on your back already. No thou standest single, th' art not on him yet. Where's the Fool now? He last asked the question. Poor Rogues, and Usurer's men, Bawds between Gold and want. What are we Apemantus? Asses. Why? That you ask me what you are, & do not know yourselves. Speak to 'em Foole. How do you Gentlemen? Gramercies good Fool: How does your Mistress? She's e'en setting on water to scaled such Chickens as you are. Would we could see you at Corinth. Good, Gramercy. Look you, here comes my Master's Page. Why how now Captain? what do you in this wise Company. How dost thou Apermantus? Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might answer thee profitably. Prithee Apemantus read me the superscription of these Letters, I know not which is which. Canst not read? No. There will little Learning dye then that day thou art hanged. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go thou was't borne a Bastard, and thou'lt dye a Bawd. Thou was't whelped a Dog, and thou shalt famish a Dog's death. Answer not, I am gone. E'en so thou out-runst Grace, Fool I will go with you to Lord Timon's. Will you leave me there? If Timon stay at home. You three serve three Usurers? I would they served us. So would I: As good a trick as ever Hangman served Thief. Are you three Usurers men? I Foole. I think no Usurer, but has a Fool to his Servant. My Mistress is one, and I am her Fool: when men come to borrow of your Masters, they approach sadly, and go away merry: but they enter my Master's house merrily, and go away sadly. The reason of this? I could render one. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whoremaster, and a Knave, which notwithstanding thou shalt be no less esteemed. What is a Whoremaster Fool?
nodes 576–639 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 35 in this edition
Length
504 words · 719 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
One Varroes ſeruant, my good Lord. From Iſidore, he humbly prayes your ſpeedy payment. If you did know my Lord, my Maſters wants. 'Twas due on forfeyture my Lord, ſixe weekes, and paſt. Your Steward puts me off my Lord, and I Am ſent expreſſely to your Lordſhip. Giue me breath: I do beſeech you good my Lords keepe on, Ile waite vpon you inſtantly. Come hither: pray you How goes the world, that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds, And the detention of long ſince due debts Againſt my Honor? Pleaſe you Gentlemen, The time is vnagreeable to this buſineſſe: Your importunacie ceaſe, till after dinner, That I may make his Lordſhip vnderſtand Wherefore you are not paid. Do ſo my Friends, ſee them well entertain'd. Pray draw neere. Stay, ſtay, here comes the Foole with Apemantus, let's ha ſome ſport with 'em. Hang him, hee'l abuſe vs. A plague vpon him dogge. How doſt Foole? Doſt Dialogue with thy ſhadow? I ſpeake not to thee. No 'tis to thy ſelfe. Come away. There's the Foole hangs on your backe already. No thou ſtand'ſt ſingle, th' art not on him yet. Where's the Foole now? He laſt ask'd the queſtion. Poore Rogues, and Vſurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want. What are we Apemantus? Aſſes. Why? That you ask me what you are, & do not know your ſelues. Speake to 'em Foole. How do you Gentlemen? Gramercies good Foole: How does your Miſtris? She's e'ne ſetting on water to ſcal'd ſuch Chickens as you are. Would we could ſee you at Corinth. Good, Gramercy. Looke you, heere comes my Maſters Page. Why how now Captaine? what do you in this wiſe Company. How doſt thou Apermantus? Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might anſwer thee profitably. Prythee Apemantus reade me the ſuperſcription of theſe Letters, I know not which is which. Canſt not read? No. There will litle Learning dye then that day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go thou was't borne a Baſtard, and thou't dye a Bawd. Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou ſhalt famiſh a Dogges death. Anſwer not, I am gone. E'ne ſo thou out-runſt Grace, Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons. Will you leaue me there? If Timon ſtay at home. You three ſerue three Vſurers? I would they ſeru'd vs. So would I: As good a tricke as euer Hangman ſeru'd Theefe. Are you three Vſurers men? I Foole. I thinke no Vſurer, but ha's a Foole to his Seruant. My Miſtris is one, and I am her Foole: when men come to borrow of your Maſters, they approach ſadly, and go away merry: but they enter my Maſters houſe merrily, and go away ſadly. The reaſon of this? I could render one. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whoremaſter, and a Knaue, which notwithſtanding thou ſhalt be no leſſe eſteemed. What is a Whoremaſter Foole?