Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.83 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Hang thyself in thine own heir apparent garters, if I be ta'en, i'll peach for this: and I have not Ballads made on you all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison, when a jest is so forward and a foot too I hate it. Stand. So I do against my will. O 'tis our setter, I know his voice, Bardoll, what news. Case ye, case ye on with your vizards, there's money of the kings coming down the hill, 'tis going to the King's Exchequer. You lie ye rogue 'tis going to the king's Tavern. There's enough to make us all: To be hanged. Sirs you four shall front them in the narrow lane: Ned Poines, and I will walk lower, if they scape from your encounter, than they light on us. How many be there of them? Some eight or ten. Zounds will they not rob us? What, a coward sir Iohn paunch. In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather, but yet no coward, Hall. Well, we leave that to the proof. Sirrah Iacke, thy horse stands behind the hedge, when thou needst him, there thou shalt find him: farewell & stand fast. Now can not I strike him if I should be hanged. Ned, where are our disguises? Here, hard by, stand close. Now my masters, happy man be his dole, say I, every man to his business. Come neighbour, the boy shall lead our horses down the hill, we'll walk a foot a while and ease our legs. Stand. Iesus bless us. Strike, down with them, cut the villains throats, a whoreson Caterpillars, bacon-fed knaves, they hate us youth, down with them, fleece them. O we are undone, both we and ours for ever. Hang ye gorbellied knaves, are ye undone, no ye fat chuffs, I would your store were here: on bacons on, what ye knaves young men must live, you are grand jurors, are ye, we'll iure ye faith. The thieves have bound the true men, now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. Stand close, I hear them coming. Come my masters, let us share and then to horse before day, and the Prince and Poines be not two arrant cowards there's no equity stirring, there's no more valour in that Poynes, then in a wild duck. Your money. Villains. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: the thieves are all scattered, and possessed with fear so strongly, that they dare not meet each other, each takes his fellow for an officer, away good Ned, Falstalffe sweats to death, and lords the lean earth as he walks along, were t not for laughing I should pity him.
nodes 544–575 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 49 in this edition
Length
476 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hang thy selfe in thine owne heire apparant garters, if I be tane, ile peach for this: and I haue not Ballads made on you all, and sung to filthie tunes, let a cuppe of sacke bee my poyson, when a ieast is so forward and a foote too I hate it. Stand. So I do against my will. O tis our setter, I know his voice, Bardoll, what newes. Case yee, case yee on with your vizards, theres money of the kings comming downe the hill, tis going to the Kings Exchequer. You lie ye rougue▪ tis going to the kings Tauerne. Theres inough to make vs all: To be hangd. Sirs you foure shall front them in the narrowe lane: Ned Poines, and I wil walke lower, if they scape from your encounter, then they light on vs. How many be there of them? Some eight or ten. Zounds will they not rob vs? What, a coward sir Iohn paunch. In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather, but yet no coward, Hall. Well, we leaue that to the proofe. Sirrha Iacke, thy horse standes behinde the hedge, when thou needst him, there thou shalt find him: farewel & stand fast. Now can not I strike him if I should be hangd. Ned, where are our disguises? Here, hard by, stand close. Now my maisters, happie man bee his dole, say I, euerie man to his businesse. Come neighbour, the boy shal lead our horses down the hill, weele walke a foote a while and ease our legs. Stand. Iesus blesse vs. Strike, downe with them, cut the villaines throates, a horeson Caterpillars, bacon-sed knaues, they hate vs youth, downe with them, fleece them. O we are vndone, both we and ours for euer. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are ye vndone, no yee fatte chuffes, I would your store were here: on bacons on, what yee knaues yong men must liue, you are grand iurers, are ye, weele iure ye faith. The theeues haue bound the true men, nowe coulde thou and I rob the theeues, and go merilie to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good iest for euer. Stand close, I heare them comming. Come my maisters, let vs share and then to horse before day, and the Prince and Poines bee not two arrant cowardes theres no equitie stirring, theres no more valour in that Poynes, then in a wilde ducke. Your money. Villaines. Got with much ease▪ Now merrily to horse: the theeues are all scattered, and possest with feare so strongly, that they dare not meete each other, each takes his fellow for an officer, awaie good Ned, Falstalffe sweates to death, and lads the leane earth as he walkes along, wet not for laughing I should pittie him.