Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T35 Fools, wit and railing typicality 0.81 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Dull Caitiff, leave these abortive Provects, And talk in the newest fashion. I'll have My very Dug bark i'th' Courtly garb. Step aside. They are as mad as thy Cousen. The excrements and mere defects of nature, shall be reduced to Ornaments in me. I'll feed upon the tongues of Nightingales, For so each fart I let, will be a Song— For the Peripatetics being Butchers Here in Sienna:— A Pallas hewn in an entire Carbuncle. Encircled with a More that flows with Lhasis— Deriu'd their Augury from the warm Entrails Of a Calf. Sir. These are some of those, that laughed at ye In the presence. At me? thou liest. They laughed at thee. Why then the Devil, will ne'er give a Man Leisure, to believe a truth. signior Lothario, the great Minion To our Duke: I greet your health, with all joy. And I with all humility. And I with all celerity. Hark! thou dull Sinner. Is this real? hah? Sir, let him, that hath a heart of his own Think what he list. Do they adore, or flout me now? All is witchcraft. know when the Moon winks There's something in't, besides an eclipse. Miscreant: What suspicious follies Dost thou create within that Wooden-skull? And with what Heathen-phrase uttered? Know Dog, If I employ my wrath— Alas sir i've more faults than misbelief. Therefore give me your blessing, and let me Go home in peace. 'tis true, when the sky falls We shall have Larks. But let weaker stomachs, Expect such curious meat. I can eat Oats, and Garlic, under my own Roof. How? will Borachio leave the Court? What accident of dire portent is fallen? Gentlemen applaud my patience: Because, He cannot furnish me with wholesome Suits, He doubts my power to get 'em granted. Why we, will furnish him with Suits. But wont ye flout, and play the knave with one? How (Knave!) was that the word? Interpret the word, as yourself shall please. I scorn to be your Dictionary. Marry come up: Are your ears so tender? I hope I'm a Man, although a sinner. Use no choler Amorous child. But if Thou wantest suits, thy Lord being near the Duke, May furnish thee with— Or methinks thou wouldst become a knighthood Get him to beg it for thee. No, no, Hot words make but warm air, A fig For a Knight-errant; that hath a style, and ne'er a hedge. Then get a Patent to survey Brine-pits. Or else for casting Ordinance in loam. Or else search Saint Peter's patrimony, Lay prebendries are good, and Simony Is an old Paradox. Hold, hold Enough sufficeth all women but whores. He that expects the Morning lengthens the Night Therefore straightway let my Lord get the Duke To sign these Patents: which done I'll return to the wife of my bowels, And die for joy.
nodes 733–802 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 35 in this edition
Length
478 words · 694 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T35 — Fools, wit and railingcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (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)
Dull Caytife, leaue theſe abortiue Prouects, And talke in the neweſt faſhion. I'le haue My very Dugge barke i'th' Courtly garbe. Steppe aſide. They are as mad as thy Couſen. The excrements and meere defects of nature, ſhall be reduc'd to Ornaments in me. I'le feed vpon the tongues of Nightingales, For ſo each fart I let, will be a Song— For the Peripateticks being Butchers Heere in Sienna:— A Pallas hewne in an intire Carbuncle. Encircled with a More that flowes with Lhaſis— Derin'd their Angury from the warme Entrailes Of a Calfe. Sir. Theſe are ſome of thoſe, that laugh'd at yee In the preſence. At me? thou lyeſt. They laugh'd at thee. Why then the Deuill, will ne're giue a Ma Leaſure, to beleeue a trueth. Seignior Lothario, the great Minion To our Duke: I greet your health, with all ioy. And I with all humility. And I with all celerity. Hearke! thou dull Sinner. Is this reall? hah? Sir, let him, that hath a heart of his owne Thinke what he liſt. Doe they adore, or floute me now? All is witccraft. know when the Moone winks There's ſomething in', beſides an ecclips. Miſcreant: What ſuſpitious follys Doſt thou creat within that Wolden-skull? And with what Heathen-phraſe vtter'd? Know Dogg, If I imploy my wrath— Allas ſir l'ue more faults then misbeliefe. Therefore giue me your bleſing, and let me Goe home in peace. T'is true, whn the skie falls We ſhall haue Larkes. But let weaker ſtomachs, Exect ſuch curious meate. I can eate Oates, and Garlick, vnder my owne Roofe. How? will Borachio leaue the Court? What accident of dire portent is fallne? Gntlemen applaude my patience: Becauſe, He cannot furniſh me with wholeſome Sutes, He doubts my power to get 'em granted. Why we, will furniſh him with Sutes. But wont yee floute, and play the knaue with one? How (Knaue!) was that the word? Interpret the word, as your ſelfe ſhall pleaſe. I ſcorne to be your Dictionary. Marry come vp: Are your eares ſo tender? I hope I'm a Man, although a ſinner. Vſe no choller Amorous childe. But if Thou wanteſt ſutes, thy Lord being neere the Duke, May furniſh thee with— Or me thinks thou would'ſt become a knighthood Get him to begg it for thee. No, no, Hot words make but warme aire, A figg For a Knight-errant; that hath a ſtile, and nere a hedge. Then get a Patent to ſuruay Brine-pits. Or elſe for caſting Ordinance in Lome. Or elſe ſearch Saint Peters patrimony, Lay Prebendrys are good, and Symony Is an old Paradox. Holde, holde Enough ſufficeth all women but whores. He that expects the Morning lengthens the Night Therefore ſtraitway let my Lord get the Duke To ſigne theſe Patents: which done I'le returne to the wife of my bowels, And dye for ioy.