Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 502 words
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Thou didst well, for wisdom cries out in the streets and no man regards it. O thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint: thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it: before I knew thee Hal I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked: I must give over this life, and I will give it over: by the Lord and I do not, I am a villain, i'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom. Where shall we take a purse to morrow Iacke? Zounds where thou wilt lad, i'll make one, an I do not call me villain and baffle me. I see a good amendment of life in thee, from praying to purse-taking. Why Hall, 'tis my vocation Hall, 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. poins now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. O if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? this is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried, stand, to a true man. Good morrow Ned. Good morrow sweet Hal. What says Monsieur remorse? what says sir Iohn Sack, and Sugar Iacke? how agrees the Devil and thee about thy soul that thou souldest him on good friday last, for a cup of Medera and a cold capon's leg. Sir Iohn stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain, for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs: he will give the devil his due. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil. Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. But my lads, my lads, to morrow morning, by four a clock early at Gadshill, there are pilgrims going to Canturburie with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses. I have vizards for you all you have horses for yourselves, Gadshill lies to night in Rochester, I have bespoke supper to morrow night in Fastcheape: we may do it as secure as sleep, if you will go I will stuff your purses full of crowns: if you will not tarry at home and be hanged. Hear ye Edward, if I tarry at home and go not, i'll hang you for going. You will chaps. Hal wilt thou make one? Who I rob, I a thief? not I by my faith. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. Well then, once in my days i'll be a madcap. Why that's well said. Well, come what will, i'll tarry at home. By the lord, i'll be a traitor then, when thou art king. I care not. Sir Iohn, I prithee leave the prince and me alone, I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure that he shall go.
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Thou didst well, for wisedome cries out in the streets and no man regards it. O thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint: thou hast done much harme vpon me Hal, God forgiue thee for it: before I knewe thee Hal I knewe nothing, and now am I, if a man should speake trulie, little better then one of the wicked: I must giue ouer this life, and I will giue it ouer: by the Lord and I doe not, I am a villaine, ile bee damnd for neuer a kings sonne in Christendom. Where shal we take a purse to morrow Iacke? Zounds where thou wilt lad, ile make one, an I do not call me villaine and baffll me. I see a good amendment of life in thee, from praying to purse-taking. Why Hall, tis my vocation Hall, tis no sinne for a man to labor in his vocation. Poynes nowe shall we knowe if Gadshill haue set a match. O if men were to be saued by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? this is the most omnipotent villaine that euer cried, stand, to a true man. Good morrow Ned. Good morrow sweete Hal. What saies Monsieur remorse? what saies sir Iohn Sacke, and Sugar Iacke? howe agrees the Diuell and thee about thy soule that thou souldest him on good friday last, for a cup of Medera and a cold capons legge. Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuell shall haue his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a breaker of prouerbes: he will giue the diuell his due. Then art thou damnd for keeping thy worde with the diuell. Else hee had bin damnd for coosening the diuell. But my lads, my lads, to morrow morning, by foure a clocke early at Gadshill, there are pilgrims going to Canturburie with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses. I haue vizards for you al you haue horses for your selues, Gadshill lies to night in Rochester, I haue bespoke supper to morrow night in Fastcheape: we may do it as secure as sleepe, if you will go I will stuffe your purses full of crownes: if you will not tarie at home and be hangd. Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not, ile hang you for going. You will chops. Hal wilt thou make one? Who I rob, I a thiefe? not I by my faith. Theres neither honestie, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camst not of the bloud roiall, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. Well then, once in my dayes ile be a madcap. Why thats well said. Well, come what wil, ile tarrie at home. By the lord, ile be a traitor then, when thou art king. I care not. Sir Iohn, I preethe leaue the prince and mee alone, I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture that he shall go.