The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 7 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Why sir, madness is not such a discredit, as the age goes: you know there are many mad fashions, and what man but some times may be mad? are not your great men mad, that when they have enough, will pawn their soul for a Monopoly? besides mad Lords, what do you think of Ladies at some time of the Moon, you may spell 'em in their names, madam? you have mad Courtiers, that run madding after citizens' wives: the Citizens are mad too, to trust 'em with their wares, who have been so deep in their wife's books before: your justice of Peace is some times mad too, for when he may see well enough, he will suffer any man to put out his eye with a bribe: some Lawyers are often stark-mad, and talk wildly, no man is able to endure their Terms. Prithee madcap leave, I am almost mad to hear thee. Well, my old young Rufaldo, if you marry Selina, I shall have a pair of gloves, I hope, and you'll let me dance at your wedding. That thou shalt, boy, and I'll dance myself too, heigh,— Farewell credulity; ha, ha, with what a greediness do old men run out of their wits? 'Twas a good recreation to see with what pleasure he suffered himself to be gulled: faith Gasparo, play out thy hand, now thou art in: methinks I have an excellent appetite to make myself merry with the simplicity of this age: let me see, 'tis Spring and, I mean to give my head a purgation, it may beat off the remembrance of my lost Love Felice: a pox of Melancholy, I will act two or three parts if I live in spite of it, and if I die then signior Gasparo, my Master would speak with you: the project too: I met the Youth strutting like a Gentleman Usher, 'twas my invention. But I gave it polish, Gorgon. I confess, you took off the roughcast, but 'twas Gorgon's head brought forth the project, from my Ioues brain came this Minerva. I think thou art a wit. Who, I a wit? I thought you had' more wit, than to make such a question, all the Town takes me for a wit, here's a pate hath crackers in't and flashes. And thou sayst the word, we'll join in a project of wit, to make an Ass of the world a little, it shall make us merry, if it take no other ways, wilt join? By this hand, any project of wit, what is't, good Gasparo? the project. Canst be close? As midnight to a Bawd, or a pair of Trusses to an Irish man's buttocks. Go to, thou shalt now then excuse me to thy Master, I will presently furnish myself with new lodgings, and expect to hear from me shortly my brave Delphic, I have it in Embrio, and I shall soon be delivered.
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Why sir, madnesse is not such a discredit, as the age goes: you know there are many mad fashions, and what man but some times may be mad? are not your great men mad, that when they haue enough, will pawne their soule for a Monopolie? besides mad Lords, what doe you thinke of Ladies at some time of the Moone, you may spell em in their names, Maddame? you haue mad Courtiers, that run madding after Citizens wies: the Citizens are mad too, to trust em with their wares, who haue beene so deepe in their wiues bookes before: your Iustice of Peace is some times mad too, for when he may see well enough, he will suffer any man to put out his eye with a bribe: some Lawyers are often starke-mad, and talke wildly, no man is able to endure their Tearmes. Prethee mad-cap leaue, I am almost mad to heare thee. Well, my old young Rufaldo, if you marry Selina, I shall haue a paire of gloues, I hope, and youle let mee dance at your wedding. That thou shalt, boy, and Ile dance my selfe too, hey,— Farewell credulitie; ha, ha, with what a greedinesse doe old men run out of their wits? 'Twas a good recreation to see with what pleasure he suffered himselfe to be guld: faith Gasparo, play out thy hand, now thou art in: me thinkes I haue an excellent appetite to make my selfe merry with the simplicity of this age: let me see, 'tis Spring and, I meane to giue my head a purgation, it may beate off the remembrance of my lost Loue Felice: a pox of Melancholy, I will act two or three parts if I liue in spight of it, and if I die then Seignior Gasparo, my Master would speake with you: the proiect too▪ I met the Youth strutting like a Gentleman Vsher, 'twas my inuention. But I gaue it pollish, Gorgon. I confesse, you tooke off the rough-cast, but 'twas Gorgons head brought forth the proiect, from my Ioues braine came this Minerua. I thinke thou art a wit. Who, I a wit? I thought you ad 'more wit, then to make such a question, all the Towne takes me for a wit, heres a pate hath crakers in't and flashes. And thou saist the word, weele ioyne in a proiect of wit, to make an Asse of the world a little, it shall make vs merry, if it take no other wayes, wo't ioyne? By this hand, any proiect of wit, what ist, good Gasparo? the proiect. Canst be close? As mid-night to a Bawd, or a paire of Trusses to an Irish mans buttockes. Goe to, thou shalt now then excuse me to thy Master, I will presently furnish my selfe with new lodgings, and expect to heare from me shortly my brane Delphicke, I haue it in Embrio, and I shall soone be deliuered.