Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
We two saw you four set on four and bound them and were masters of their wealth: mark now how a plain tale shall put you down, then did we two set on you four, and asunder word, outfaced you from your prize, & have it, yea & can show it you here in the house: and Falstalffe you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, & roared for mercy, and still run and roared, as ever I heard bul-calf. What a slave art thou to hack thy sword as thou hast done? and than say it was in fight. What trick? what device? what starting hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame? Come, let's hear jack, what trick hast thou now? By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why hear you my masters, was it for me to kill the heir apparent? should I turn upon the true prince? why thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct, the lion will not touch the true prince, instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct, I shall think the better of myself, and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince: but by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money, Hostess clap to the doors, watch to night, pray to morrow, gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you. What shall we be merry, shall we have a play extempore? Content, and the argument shall be thy running away. A, no more of that Hall and thou lovest me. O Iesu, my Lord the prince! How now my lady the hostess, what sayst thou to me? Marry my Lo there is a noble man of the court at door would speak with you: he says he comes from your father. Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother. What manner of man is he? An old man. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall I give him his answer? Prithee do jack. Faith and i'll send him packing. Now sirs birlady you fought fair, so did you Peto, so did you Bardol, you are lions to, you ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince, no fie. Faith I ran when I saw others run. Faith tell me now in earnest, how came Falstalffs' sword so hacked? Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would swear truth out of England, but he would make you believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearegrasse, to make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments with it, and swear it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices.
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We two saw you foure set on foure and bound them and were maisters of their wealth: marke now how a plaine tale shall put you downe, then did wee two set on you foure, and wit worde, outfac't you from your prize, & haue it, yea & can shew it you here in the house: and Falstalffe you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quicke dexteritie, & roard for mercy, and stil run and roard, as eue I heard bul-calf. What a slaue art thou to hacke thy sworde as thou hast done? and then say it was in fight. What tricke? what deuice? what starting hole canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparant shame? Come, lets heare iacke, what tricke hast thou now? By the Lord, I knew ye as wel as he that made ye. Why heare you my maisters, was it for me to kill the heire apparant? should I turne vpon the true prince? why thou knowest I am as valiaut as Hercules: but beware instinct, the lion will not touch the true prince, instinct is a great matter. I was now a cowarde on instinct, I shall thinke the better of my selfe, and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince: but by the Lord, lads, I am glad you haue the money, Hostesse clap to the doores, watch to night, pray to morrowe, gallants, lads, boyes, hearts of golde, all the titles of good fellowship come to you. What shall wee bee merrie, shall wee haue a play extempore? Content, and the argument shall bee thy running away. A, no more of that Hal and thou louest me. O Iesu, my Lord the prince! How now my lady the hostesse, what saist thou to me? Marry my Lo there is a noble man of the court at doore would speake with you: he saies he commes from your father. Giue him as much as will make him a royall man, and send him backe againe to my mother. What maner of man is he? An olde man. What doth grauitie out of his bed at midnight? Shall I giue him his answere? Preethe do iacke. Faith and ile send him packing. Now sirs birlady you fought faire, so did you Peto, so did you Bardol, you are lions to, you ran away vpon instinct, you will not touch the true prince, no fie. Faith I ran when I saw others runne. Faith tell me now in earnest, how came Falstalffs sword so hackt? Why, he hackt it with his dagger, and said hee woulde sweare truth out of England, but hee would make you beleeue it was done in fight, and perswaded vs to do the like. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spearegrasse, to make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments with it, and sweare it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not this seuen yeare before, I blusht to heare his monstrous deuices.