Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
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O villain, thou stolest a cup of Sack eighteen years ago and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast blushed extempore, thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranst away, what instinct hadst thou for it? My Lord do you see these meteors? do you behold these exhalations? I do. What think you they portend? Hot livers, and cold purses. Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken. No if rightly taken halter. Here comes lean jack, here comes bare bone: how now my sweet creature of bombast, how long is't ago jack since thou sawest thine own knee? My own knee, when I was about thy years (Hal.) I was not an eagle's talon in the waste, I could have crept into any Alderman's thumb ring: a plague of sighing and grief it blows a man up like a bladder. there's villainous news abroad, here was sir Iohn Bracy from your father: you must to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the North Percy, and he of Wales that gave Amaimon the bastinado and make Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook: what a plague call you him? O Glendower. Owen, Owen, the same, and his son in law Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Dowglas, that runs a horseback up a hill perpendicular. He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying. You have hit it. So did he never the sparrow. Well, that rascal hath good metal in him, he will not run. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running? A horseback (ye cuckoo) but a foot he will not budge a foot. Yes Iacke, upon instinct. I grant ye upon instinct: well he is thereto, and one Mordacke, and a thousand blue caps more. Worcester is stolen away tonight, thy father's beard is turned white with the news, you may buy land now as cheap as stinking Mackrel. Why then, it is like if there come a hot Iune, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads as they buy hob nails, by the hundreds. By the mass lad thou sayest true, it is like we shall have good trading that way: but tell me Hall, art not thou horrible afeard? thou being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out three such enemies again? as that fiend Dowglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower, art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thril at it? Not a whit faith, I lack some of thy instinct. Well thou wilt be horrible chid to morrow when thou comest to thy father, if thou love me practise an answer. Do thou stand for my father and examine me upon the particulars of my life. Shall I: content. This chair shall be my state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
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O villaine, thou stolest a cup of Sacke eighteene yeares ago and wert taken with the maner, and euer since thou hast blusht extempore, thou hadst fire and sword on thy side, and yet thou ranst away, what instinct hadst thou for it? My Lord do you see these meteors? do you behold these exhalations? I do. What thinke you they portend? Hot liuers, and cold purses. Choler, my Lord, if rightly taken. No if rightly taken halter. Here commes leane iacke, here commes bare bone: how now my sweete creature of bumbast, how long ist ago iacke since thou sawest thine owne knee? My owne knee, when I was about thy yeares (Hal.) I was not an Eagles talent in the waste, I could haue crept into aie Aldermans thumbe ring: a plague of sighing and grief it blowes a man vp like a bladder. Thers villainous newes abroade, heere was sir Iohn Bracy from your father: you must to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the North Percie, and he of Wales that gaue Amamon the bastinado and make Lucifer cuckold, and swore the diuel his true liegeman vpō the crosse of a Welsh hooke: what a plague call you him? O Glendower. Owen, Owen, the same, and his sonne in lawe Mortimer, and olde Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scottes, Dowglas, that runnes a horsebacke vp a hill perpendicular. He that rides at high speede, and with his pistoll killes a sparrow flying. You haue hit it. So did he neuer the sparrow. Well, that rascall hath good mettall in him, hee will not runne. Why, what a rascall art thou then, to praise him so for running? A horsebacke (ye cuckoe) but a foote hee will not budge a foote. Yes Iacke, vpon instinct. I grant ye vpon instinct: well hee is thereto, and one Mordacke, and a thousand blew caps more. Worcester is stolne away tonight, thy fathers beard is turnd white with the newes, you may buy land now as cheape as stinking Mackrel. Why then, it is like if there come a hote Iune, and this ciuill buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads as they buy hob nailes, by the hundreds. By the masse lad thou saiest true, it is like wee shall haue good trading that way: but tell mee Hall, art not thou horrible afearde? thou being heire apparant, could the world picke thee out three such enemies againe? as that fiend Dowglas, that spirit Percy, and that diuel Glendower, art thou not horribly afraid? doth not thy bloud thril at it? Not a whit faith, I lacke some of thy instinct. Well thou wilt bee horrible chidde to morrowe when thou commest to thy father, if thou loue mee practise an aunswere. Do thou stand for my father and examine me vpon the particulars of my life. Shall I▪ content. This chaire shall be my state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion my crowne.