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 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
A Fool in good clothes, and something like thee. 'Tis a spirit, sometime t' appears like a Lord, sometime like a Lawyer, sometime like a Philosopher, with two stones moe than's artificial one. He is very often like a Knight; and generally, in all shapes that man goes up and down in, from fourscore to thirteen, this spirit walks in. Thou art not altogether a Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man, As much foolery as I have, so much wit thou lackest. That answer might have become Apemantus. Aside, aside, here comes Lord Timon. Come with me (Fool) come. I do not always follow Lover, elder Brother, and Woman, sometime the Philosopher. Pray you walk en ere, I'll speak with you anon. You make me marvel wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laid my state before me, That I might so have rated my expense As I had leave of means. You would not hear me: At many leisures I propose. Go too: Perchance some single vantages you took, When my indisposition put you back, And that unaptness made your minister Thus to excuse yourself. O my good Lord, At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you, you would throw them off, And say you sound them in mine honesty, When for some trifling present you have bid me Return so much, I have shook my head, and wept: Yea 'gainst th' Authority of manners, prayed you To hold your hand more close: I did endure Not seldom, nor no flight checks, when I have Prompted you in the ebb of your estate, And your great flow of debts; my loved Lord, Though you hear now (too late) yet news a time, The greatest of your having, lacks a half, To pay your present debts. Let all my Land be sold. 'Tis all engaged, some forfeited and gone, And what remains will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues; the future comes apace: What shall defend the interim, and at length How goes our reckoning? To Lacedaemon did my Land extend. O my good Lord, the world is but a word, Were it all yours, to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone. You tell me true. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falsehood, Call me before th' exactest Auditors, And set me on the proof. So the Gods bless me, When all our Offices have been oppressed With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults have wept With drunken spilth of Wine; when every room Hath blazed with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow. Prithee no more. heavens have I said the bounty of this Lord: How many prodigal bits have Slaves and Peasants This night englutted: who is not Timon's, What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is L. Timon's: Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royal Timon: Ah, when the means are gone, that buy this praise, The breath is gone, whereof this praise is made: Feast won, fast lost; one cloud of Winter showers, These flies are couched.
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A Foole in good cloathes, and ſomething like thee. 'Tis a ſpirit, ſometime t' appeares like a Lord, ſomtime like a Lawyer, ſometime like a Philoſopher, with two ſtones moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often like a Knight; and generally, in all ſhapes that man goes vp and downe in, from foureſcore to thirteen, this ſpirit walkes in. Thou art not altogether a Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wiſe man, As much foolerie as I haue, ſo much wit thou lack'ſt. That anſwer might haue become Apemantus. Aſide, aſide, heere comes Lord Timon. Come with me (Foole) come. I do not alwayes follow Louer, elder Brother, aad Woman, ſometime the Philoſopher. Pray you walk en eere, Ile ſpeake with you anon. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laide my ſtate before me, That I might ſo haue rated my expence As I had leaue of meanes. You would not heare me: At many leyſures I propoſe. Go too: Perchance ſome ſingle vantages you tooke, When my indiſpoſition put you backe, And that vnaptneſſe made your miniſter Thus to excuſe your ſelfe. O my good Lord, At many times I brought in my accompts, Laid them before you, you would throw them off, And ſay you ſound them in mine honeſtie, When for ſome trifling preſent you haue bid me Returne ſo much, I haue ſhooke my head, and wept: Yea 'gainſt th' Authoritie of manners, pray'd you To hold your hand more cloſe: I did indure Not ſildome, nor no flight checkes, when I haue Prompted you in the ebbe of your eſtate, And your great flow of debts; my lou'd Lord, Though you heare now (too late) yet nowes a time, The greateſt of your hauing, lackes a halfe, To pay your preſent debts. Let all my Land be ſold. 'Tis all engag'd, ſome forfeyted and gone, And what remaines will hardly ſtop the mouth Of preſent dues; the future comes apace: What ſhall defend the interim, and at length How goes our reck'ning? To Lacedemon did my Land extend. O my good Lord, the world is but a word, Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath, How quickely were it gone. You tell me true. If you ſuſpect my Husbandry or Falſhood, Call me before th' exacteſt Auditors, And ſet me on the proofe. So the Gods bleſſe me, When all our Offices haue beene oppreſt With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept With drunken ſpilth of Wine; when euery roome Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minſtrelſie, I haue retyr'd me to a waſtefull cocke, And ſet mine eyes at flow. Prythee no more. Heauens haue I ſaid the bounty of this Lord: How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted: who is not Timons, What heart, head, ſword, force, meanes, but is L. Timons: Great Timon, Noble, Worthy, Royall Timon: Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praiſe, The breath is gone, whereof this praiſe is made: Feaſt won, faſt loſt; one cloud of Winter ſhowres, Theſe flyes are coucht.