Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
What is become trow ye, of Wit, our spouse that would be: Daughter I fear all is not, as it should Yes yes have ye no doubt, all is and shallbe well: What one art thou? thereof how canst thou tell. Reason most noble sir, and you my Lady dear: How have you done in all this time, since first I saw you here? The fool is mad I ween, stand back and touch me not. You speak not as you think, or have you me forgot, I never saw thee in my life, until this time I wot, Thou art some mad brain, or some fool, or some disguised Scot God's fish hosts and know you not me. I had been well at ease in deed, to be acquainted with thee. Hope holiday, marry this is pretty cheer, I have lost myself, I can not tell where An old said saw it is, and to true I find, Soon hot, soon cold, out of sight, out of mind. What madam, what meaneth this sudden change, What means this scornful look, this countenance so strange. It is your fashion so to use, your lovers at the furst: Or have all women this delight, to scold and to be cursed. Good fellow whence art thou, what is thy name? I ween ye are disposed to make at me some game. I am the son of Lady Nature, my name is wit. Thou shalt say so long enough, or we believe it. Thou Wit? nay thou art sour mad brain out of thy wit. Unto yourselves, this trial I remit. Look on me better, and mark my person well, Thy look is like to one, that came out of hell: If thou be Wit, let see, what tokens thou canst tell. How comest thou first acquainted here? what said we? How did we like thy suit, what entertainment made we? What tokens? Yea what tokens? speak and let us know? Tokens good store I can rehearse a row. First as I was advised, by my mother Nature: My lackey Will, presented you with my picture. Stay there? now look how these two faces agree: This is the very same that you received from me. From thee? why look, they are no more like: Then chalk to cheese, then black to white. To put thee out of doubt, if thou think we say not true, It wear good for thee, in a glass thy face to view. Well remembered, and a glass I have in deed, Which glass you gave me, to use at need. Hast thou the glass, which I to wit did give. I have it in my purse, and will keep it while I live. These marks me muse, how should he come thereby: Sir muse no more for it is even I To whom you gave the glass, and here it is. We are content thou try thy case by this.
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What is become trow yée, of Witte, our spouse that would be: Daughter I feare all is not, as it sould ée. Yes yes haue ye no doubt, all is and shalbe well: What one art thou? therof howe canst thou tell. Reason most noble sir, and you my Lady deare: How haue you done in all this time, since first I sawe you here? The foole is mad I wene, stand backe and touch me not. You speake not as you thinke, or haue you me forgot, I neuer saw thee in my life, vntil this time I wotte, Thou art some mad braine, or some foole, or some disguised Scot. Gods fishe hostes and knowe you not mee. I had bene well at ease in déede, to be acquainted wyth thee. Hope haliday, mary this is préety cheere, I haue lost my selfe, I can not tell where An olde sayd sawe it is, and to true I finde, Soone hot, sone cold, out of sight, out of mind. What maddam, what meaneth this sodaine change, What meanes this scornefull looke, this countenāce so straunge. It is your fashion so to vse, your louers at the furst: Or haue all women this delite, to sould and to be curst. Good felow whence art thou, what is thy name? I wéene ye are disposed to make at me some game. I am the sonne of Lady Nature, my name is Witte. Thou shalt say soe longe enough, or we beleue it. Thou Witte? nay thou art some madde braine out of thy wit. Unto your selues, this triall I remit. Loke on me better, and marke my personne well, Thy loke is like to one, that came out of hell: If thou be Witte, let sée, what tokens thou canst tell. How comst thou first acquainted here? what sayd wée? How did we like thy sute, what intertaynment made wée? What tokens? Yea what tokens? speake and let vs know? Tokens good store I can reherse a rowe. First as I was aduised, by my mother Nature: My lackey Will, presented you with my picture. Stay there? now loke how these two faces agrée: This is the very same that you receyued from mée. From thée? why loke, they are no more like: Then chalke to cheese, then blacke to white. To put thee out of doubt, if thou thinke we saye not true, It weare good for thee, in a glasse thy face to viewe. Well remembred, and a glasse I haue in deede, Whych glasse you gaue me, to vse at neede. Hast thou the glasse, which I to Witte did gyue. I haue it in my purse, and will kepe it while I lyue. These markes me muse, howe should he come therby: Sir muse no more for it is euen I. To whome you gaue the glasse, and here it is. Wee are content thou trye thy case by this.