Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
You take it rightly. If a woman, or child Give me the lie, would I be angry? no, Not if I were i'my wits, sure I should think it No spice of a disgrace. No more is theirs, If I will think it, who are to be held In as contemptible a rank, or worse. I am kept out a Masque, sometime thrust out, Made wait a day, two, three, for a great word, Which (when it comes forth) is all frown, and forehead! What laughter should this breed, rather than anger! Out of the tumult, of so many errors, To feel, with contemplation, mine own quiet? If a great person do me an affront, A Giant of the time, sure, I will bear it Or out of patience, or necessity! Shall I do more for fear, then for my judgement? For me now to be angry with Hodge Huffle, Or Burst (his broken charge) if he be saucy, Or our own type of Spanish valour, Tipto, (Who were he now necessited to beg Would ask an alms, like Conde Olivares) Were just to make myself, such a vain Animal As one of them. If light wrongs touch me not, No more shall great; if not a few, not many. There's nought so sacred with us but may find A sacrilegious person, yet the thing is No less divine, cause the profane can reach it. He is shot free, in battle, is not hurt, Not he that is not hit. So he is valiant, That yields not unto wrongs; not he that scapes 'em They that do pull down Churches, and deface The holiest Altars, cannot hurt the Godhead. A calm wise man may show as much true valour, Amidst these popular provocations, As can an able Captain show security, By his brave conduct, through an enemy's country. A wise man never goes the people's way, But as the Planets still move contrary To the world's motion; so doth he, to opinion: He will examine, if those accidents (Which common fame calls injuries) happen to him Deservedly, or no? come they deservedly, They are no wrongs then, but his punishments: If undeservedly, and he not guilty, The doer of them, first, should blush, not he. Excellent! Truth, and right! An Oracle Could not have spoken more! been more believed! The whole Court runs into your sentence, Sir! And see, your second hour is almost ended. It cannot be! O clip the wings of time, Good Pru, or make him stand still with a charm. Distil the gout into it, cramps, all diseases T'arrest him in the foot, and fix him here: O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks! Or make the Sun forget his motion! If I but knew what drink the Time now loved, To set my Trundle at him, mine own Barnabe! Why? I'll consult our Shelee nien, To-mas.
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You take it rightly. If a woman, or child Giue me the lie, would I be angry? no, Not if I were i'my wits, sure I should thinke it No spice of a disgrace. No more is theirs, If I will thinke it, who are to be held In as contemptible a ranke, or worse. I am kept out a Masque, sometime thrust out, Made wait a day, two, three, for a great word, Which (when it comes forth) is all frown, and forehead! What laughter should this breed, rather then anger! Out of the tumult, of so many errors, To feele, with contemplation, mine owne quiet? If a great person doe me an affront, A Giant of the time, sure, I will beare it Or out of patience, or necessity! Shall I doe more for feare, then for my iudgement? For me now to be angry with Hodge Huffle, Or Burst (his broken charge) if he be sawcy, Or our owne type of Spanish valour, Tipto, (Who were he now necessited to beg Would aske an almes, like Conde Oliuares) Were iust to make my selfe, such a vaine Animal As one of them. If light wrongs touch me not, No more shall great; if not a few, not many. There's nought so sacred with vs but may finde A sacrilegious person, yet the thing is No lesse diuine, cause the prophane can reach it. He is shot free, in battayle, is not hurt, Not he that is not hit. So he is valiant, That yeelds not vnto wrongs; not he that scapes 'hem They that do pull downe Churches, and deface The holiest Altars, cannot hurt the God-head. A calme wise man may shew as much true valour, Amid'st these popular prouocations, As can an able Captaine shew security, By his braue conduct, through an enemies country. A wise man neuer goes the peoples way, But as the Planets still moue contrary To the worlds motion; so doth he, to opinion: He will examine, if those accidents (Which common fame cals iniuries) happen to him Deseruedly, or no? come they deseruedly, They are no wrongs then, but his punishments: If vndeseruedly, and he not guilty, The doer of them, first, should blush, not he. Excellent! Truth, and right! An Oracle Could not haue spoken more! Beene more beleeu'd! The whole Court runnes into your sentence, Sir! And see, your second houre is almost ended. It cannot be! O clip the wings of time, Good Pru, or make him stand still with a charme. Distill the gout into it, cramps, all diseases T'arrest him in the foot, and fix him here: O, for an engine, to kepe backe all clocks! Or make the Sunne forget his motion! If I but knew what drinke the Time now lou'd, To set my Trundle at him, mine owne Barnabe! Why? I'le consult our Shelee nin, To-mas.