Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Thou sayest well, and it holds well to, for the fortune of us that are the moons men, doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed as the sea is by the moon, as for proof. Now a purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on tuesday morning, got with swearing, lay by, and spent with crying, bring in, now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder, and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows. By the Lord thou sayst true lad, and is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? As the honey of Hibla my old lad of the castle, and is not a buff Jerkin a most sweet rob of durance? How now, how now mad wag, what in thy quips and thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin? Why what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? No, i'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. Yea and else where, so far as my coin would stretch, and where it would not, I have used my credit. Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent that thou art heir apparent. But I prithee sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when thou art king? and resolution thus subd as it is with the rusty curb of old father Antic the law, do not thou when thou art king hang a thief. No, thou shalt. Shall I? O rare! by the Lord i'll be a brave judge. Thou judgest false already, I mean thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become a rare hangman. Well Hall well, and in some sort it jumps with my humour, as well as weighting in the Court I can tell you. For obtaining of suits? Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Zblood I am as melancholy as a gyb Cat, or a lugd bear. Or an old lion, or a lovers Lute. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. What sayest thou to a Hare, or the melancholy of Mooreditch? Thou hast the most unsavoury smiles, and art indeed the most comparative rascalliest sweet young Prince. But Hal, I prithee trouble me no more with vanity, I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought: an old Lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you sir, but I marked him not, and yet he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not, and yet he talked wisely and in the street to.
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Thou saiest well, and it holds wel to, for the fortune of vs that are the moones men, doth ebbe and flow like the sea, being gouerned as the sea is by the moone, as for proofe. Now a purse of gold most resolutely snatcht on Munday night and most dissolutely spent on tuesday morning, got with swearing, lay by, and spent with crying, bring in, now in as low an ebbe as the foot of the ladder, and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallowes. By the Lord thou saist true lad, and is not my hostesse of the tauerne a most sweet wench? As the hony of Hibla my old lad of the castle, and is not a buffe Jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? How now, how nowe mad wag, what in thy quips and thy quiddities? what a plague haue I to doe with a buffe Ierkin? Why what a poxe haue I to do with my hostesse of the tauerne? Well, thou hast cald her to a reckoning many a time and oft. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part? No, ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. Yea and else where, so far as my coine would stretch, and where it would not, I haue vsed my credit. Yea, and so vs'd it that were it not here apparant that thou art heire apparant. But I prethe sweet wag, shall there be gallowes standing in England when thou art king? and resolution thus subd as it is with the rusty curbe of olde father Anticke the law, do not thou when thou art king hang a theefe. No, thou shalt. Shall I? O rare! by the Lord ile be a braue iudge. Thou iudgest false already, I meane thou shalt haue the hanging of the theeues, and so become a rare hangman. Well Hall well, and in some sort it iumpes with my humour, as well as waighting in the Court I can tell you. For obtaining of suites? Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the hangman hath no leane wardrob. Zbloud I am as melancholy as a gyb Cat, or a lugd beare. Or an old lyon, or a louers Lute. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. What saiest thou to a Hare▪ or the malancholy of Mooreditch? Thou hast the most vnsauory smiles, and art indeed the most comparatiue rascalliest swee yong Prince. But Hal, I prethe trouble me no more with vanitie, I woulde to God thou and I knewe where a commodity of good names were to be bought: an olde Lorde of the councell rated me the other day in the street about you sir, but I markt him not, and yet he talkt very wisely, but I regarded him not, and yet hee talkt wiely and in the street to.