Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
How the rogue roared. But for mine own part my Lord I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house. He could be contented, why is he not then? in the respect of the love he bears our house: he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, Why that's certain, 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink, but I tell you (my Lord fool) out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower safety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so, I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and you lie: what a lack brain is this? by the Lord our plot is a good plot, as ever was laid, our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good friends; what a frosty spirited rogue is this? why my Lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the Action. Zounds and I were now by this rascal I could brain him with his Lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself; Lord Edmond Mortimer, my Lord of York, and Owen Glendower is there not besides the Dowglas, have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month, and are they not some of them set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this, an infidel? Ha you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the King, and lay open all our proceed? O I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honourable an action. Hang him let him tell the king, we are prepared: I will set forward to night. How now Kate, I must leave you within these two hours. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence have I this fortnight been A banished woman from my Harry's bed? Tell me sweet Lord, what is't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth? And start so often when thou sitst alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks? And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick eyed musing, and cursed melancholy? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched, And heard the murmur, tales of iron wars, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed, Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talked
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How the rogue roard. But for mine own part my Lord I could be well contted to be there, in respet of the loue beare your house. He could be contented, why is ee not then? in the respect of the loue he beares our house▪ he shewes in this, he loues his own barne better then he loues our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you vndertae is dangerous, Why thats certaine, tis daungerous to take a cold, to sleepe, to drinke, but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of this nettle danger, we plucke this flower safetie. The purpose you vndertake is dangerous, the friends you have named vncertaine, the time t slfe vnsorted, and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoyse of so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so, I say vnto you againe, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and you lie: what a lacke braine is this? by the Lord our plot is a good plot, as euer was laid, our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and ful of expectation: an excellent plot, verie good friends; what a frosty spirited rogue is this? why my Lord of York commends the plot, and the generall course of the Action. Zoundes and I were nowe by this rascall I could braine him with his Ladies fanne. Is there not my father, my vncle, and my selfe; Lord Edmond Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendower is there not besides the Dowglas, haue I not all their letters to meete me in armes by the ninth of the next month, and are they not some of them set forward alreadie? What a pagan rascall is this, an infidell? Ha you shall see now in very sinceritie of feare and cold heart, will hee to the King, and lay open all our proceedings? O I could duide my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish of skim milke with so honorable an action. Hang him▪ let him tell the king, we are prepared: I will set forward to night. How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two houres. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence haue I this fortnight bin A banisht woman from my Harries bed? Tel me sweet Lord, what ist that takes from thee Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy goulden sleepe? Why dost thou bend thine eies vpon the earth? And start so often when thou ist alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh bloud in thy cheekes? And giuen my treasures and my rights of thee To thicke eyde musing, and curst melancholy? In thy faint slumbers I by thee haue watcht, And heard the murmur, tales of yron wars, Speake tearmes of mannage to thy bounding steed, Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talkt