Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Sir, I present nothing, but what is licensed by authority. Thou art all licence, even licentiousness itself, Shimei! I have the Master of the Revell's haud for't, Sir. The Master of Rebels hand, thou hast; Satan's! hold thy peace, thy scurrility shut up thy mouth, thy profession is damnable, and in pleading for it, thou dost pled for Baal. I have long opened my mouth wide, and gaped, I have gaped as the oyster for the tide, after thy destruction: but cannot compass it by suit, or dispute; so that I look for a bickering, ere long, and than a battle. Good Banbury-vapours. Friend, you'd have an ill match on't, if you bicker with him here, though he be no man o'the fist, he has friends that will go to cuffs for him, Numps, will not you take our side? Sir, it shall not need, in my mind, he offers him a fairer course, to end it by disputation! hast thou nothing to say for thyself, in defence of thy quality? Faith, Sir, I am not well studied in these controversies, between the hypocrites and us. But here's one of my Motion, Puppet Donisius shall undertake him, and I'll venture the cause on't. Who? my Hobby-horse? will he dispute with him? Yes, Sir, and make a Hobby-ass of him, I hope. That's excellent! indeed he looks like the best scholar of'hem all. Come, Sir, you must be as good as your word, now. I will not fear to make my spirit, and gifts known! assist me zeal, fill me, fill me, hat is, make me full. What a desperate, profane wretch is this! is there any Ignorance, or impudence like his? to call his zeal to fill him against a Puppet? I know no fit match, than a Puppet to commit with an Hypocrite! First, I say unto thee, Idol, thou hast no Calling. You lie, I am called Dionysius. The Motion says you lie, he is called Dionysius i'th' matter, and to that calling he answers. I mean no vocation, Idol, no present lawful Calling. Is yours a lawful Calling? The Motion asketh, if yours be a lawful Calling? Yes, mine is of the Spirit. Than Idol is a lawful Calling. He says, than Idol is a lawful Calling! for you called him Idol, and your Calling is of the spirit. Well disputed, Hobby-horse! Take not part with the wicked young Gallant. He neigheth and whinnieth, all is but hinnying Sophistry. I call him Idol again. Yet, I say, his Calling, his Profession is profane, it is profane, Idol. It is not profane! It is not profane, he says▪ It is profane. It is not profane. It is profane. It is not profane. Well said, confute him with not, still. You cannot bear him down with your base noise, Sir. Nor he me, with his triple creeking, though he creek like the chariot wheels of Satan; I am zealous for the Cause—
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Sir, I preſent nothing, but what is licens'd by authority. Thou art all licenſe, euen licentiouſneſſe it ſelfe, Shimei! I haue the Maſter of the Reuell's haud for't, Sir. The Maſter of Rebells hand, thou haſt; Satan's! hold thy peace, thy ſcurrility ſhut vp thy mouth, thy profeſſion is damnable, and in pleading for it, thou doſt plead for Baal. I haue long opened my mouth wide, and gaped, I haue gaped as the oyſter for the tide, after thy deſtruction: but cannot compaſſe it by ſute, or diſpute; ſo that I looke for a bickering, ere long, and then a battell. Good Banbury-vapours. Friend, you'ld haue an ill match on't, if you bicker with him here, though he be no man o'the fiſt, hee has friends that will goe to cuffes for him, Numps, will not you take our ſide? Sir, it ſhall not need, in my minde, he offers him a fairer courſe, to end it by diſputation! haſt thou nothing to ſay for thy ſelfe, in defence of thy quality? Faith, Sir, I am not well ſtudied in theſe controuerſies, betweene the hypocrites and vs. But here's one of my Motion, Puppet Doniſius ſhall vndertake him, and I'le venture the cauſe on't. Who? my Hobby-horſe? will he diſpute with him? Yes, Sir, and make a Hobby-Aſſe of him, I hope. That's excellent! indeed he lookes like the beſt ſcholler of'hem all. Come, Sir, you muſt be as good as your word, now. I will not feare to make my ſpirit, and gifts knowne! aſſiſt me zeale, fill me, fill me, hat is, make me full. What a deſperate, prophane wretch is this! is there any Ignorance, or impudence like his? to call his zeale to fill him againſt a Puppet? I know no fitter match, then a Puppet to commit with an Hypocrite! Firſt, I ſay vnto thee, Idoll, thou haſt no Calling. You lie, I am call'd Dioniſius. The Motion ſayes you lie, he is call'd Dioniſius ithe matter, and to that calling he anſwers. I meane no vocation, Idoll, no preſent lawfull Calling. Is yours a lawfull Calling? The Motion asketh, if yours be a lawfull Calling? Yes, mine is of the Spirit. Then Idoll is a lawfull Calling. He ſaies, then Idoll is a lawfull Calling! for you call'd him Idoll, and your Calling is of the ſpirit. Well diſputed, Hobby-horſe! Take not part with the wicked young Gallant. He neygheth and hinneyeth, all is but hinnying Sophiſtry. I call him Idoll againe. Yet, I ſay, his Calling, his Profeſſion is prophane, it is prophane, Idoll. It is not prophane! It is not prophane, he ſayes▪ It is prophane. It is not prophane. It is prophane. It is not prophane. Well ſaid, confute him with not, ſtill. You cannot beare him downe with your baſe noyſe, Sir. Nor he me, with his treble creeking, though he creeke like the chariot wheeles of Satan; I am zealous for the Cauſe—