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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous man, yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime in it. A villainous coward. Go thy ways old Iacke, die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring: there lives not three good men vnhangde in England, and one of them is fat, and grows old, God help the while, a bad world I say, I would I were a weaver. I could sing psalms, or any thing. A plague of all cowards I say still. How now Wolsacke, what mutter you? A king's son, if I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, i'll never wear hair on my face more, you prince of Wales. Why you whoreson roundman, what's the matter? Are not you a coward? answer me to that, and Poines there. Zounds ye fat paunch, and ye call me coward by the Lord i'll stab thee. I call thee coward, I le see thee damned ere I call thee coward, but I would give a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back: call you that backing of your friends, a plague upon such backing, give me them that will face me give me a cup of sack. I am a rogue if I drunk to day. O villain, thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunkst last. All is one for that. A plague of all cowards still say I. What's the matter? What's the matter, there be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day morning Where is it Iacke, where is it? Where is it? taken from us it is: a hundred upon poor four of us. What, a hundred, man? I am a rogue if I were not at half sword with a dozen of them two hours together. I have scaped by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet, four through the hose, my buckler cut through and through, my sword hacked like a handsaw, ecce signum. I never dealt better since I was a man all would not do. A plague of all cowards, let them speak, if they speak more or less than truth, they are villains, and the sons of darkness. Speak sirs, how was it? We four set upon some dozen. Sixteen at least my Lord. And bond them. No, no, they were not bound. You rogue they were bound every man of them, or I am a Iew else: an Hebrew Iew. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us. And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. What, fought you with them all?
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You rogue, heeres lime in this sacke too: there is nothing but rogery to be found in villanous man, yet a cowarde is worse then a cup of sacke with lime in it. A villanous cowarde. Go thy waies old Iacke, die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring: there liues not three good men vnhangde in England, and one of them is fat, and growes old, God helpe the while, a bad world I say, I would I were a weauer. I could sing psalmes▪ or any thing. A plague of all cowards I say still. How now Wolsacke, what mutter you? A kings sonne, if I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and driue all thy subiects afore thee like a flock of wild geese, ile neuer weare haire on my face more, you prince of Wales. Why you horeson round-man, whats the matter? Are not you a cowarde? aunswere mee to that, and Poines there. Zoundes ye fat paunch, and ye call me cowarde by the Lord ile stab thee. I call thee cowarde, le see thee damnde ere I call thee coward, but I woulde giue a thousand pound I coulde runne as fast as thou canst. You are streight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your backe: call you that backing of your friends, a plague vpon such backing, giue me them that will face me giue me a cup of sacke. I am a rogue if I drunke to day. O vllain, thy lips are scarse wipt since thou drunkst last. All is one for that. A plague of all cowards still say I. Whats the matter? Whats the matter, there be foure of vs here haue tane a thousand pound this day morning Where is it Iacke, where is it? Where is it? taken from vs it is: a hundred vppon poore foure of vs. What, a hundred, man? I am a rogue if I were not at halfe sword with a douzen of them two houres together. I haue scapt by myracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet, foure through the hose, my buckler cut through and through, my sworde hackt like a handsaw, ecce signum. I neuer dealt better since I was a man▪ al would not do. A plague of all cowards, let them speake, if they speake more or lesse then truth, they are villains, and the sonnes of darknesse. Speake sirs, how was it? We foure set vpon some douzen. Sixteene at least my Lord. And bound them. No, no, they were not bound. You rogue they were bounde euerie man of them, or I am a Iew else: an Ebrew Iew. As we were sharing, some sixe or seuen fresh men set vpon vs. And vnbound the rest, and then come in the other. What, fought you with them all?