Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.87 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Depose me, if thou dost it half so gravely, so majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbit sucker, or a poulter's Hare Well, here I am set. And here I stand, judge my masters. Now Harry, whence come you? My noble Lord from Eastcheap. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous. 'Zblood my Lord they are false: nay i'll tickle ye for a young prince I faith. Swearest thou ungracious boy, hence forth near look on me, thou art violently carried away from grace, there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man, a tun of man is thy companion: why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtre Ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverent vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years, wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things? where in worthy, but in nothing? I would your grace would take me with you, whom means your grace? That villainous abominable misleader of youth, Falstalffe, that old white bearded Satan. My Lord, the man I know. I know thou dost. But to say I know more harm in him then in myself, were to say more than I know: that he is old the more the pity, his white hairs do witness it, but that he is saving your reverence, a whoremaster, that I utterly deny: if sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked; if to be old and merry be a sin, than many an old host that I know is damned: if to be fat be to be hated, than Pharaos' lane kine are to be loved. No my good lord banish Peto, banish Bardoll, banish Poines, but for sweet Iacke Falstalffe, kind Iacke Falstalffe, true Iacke Falstalffe, valiant Iacke Falstalffe & therefore more valiant being as he is old Iacke Falstalffe, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish plump Iacke, and banish all the world. I do, I will. O my Lord, my Lord, the Sheriff with a most monstrous watch is at the door. Our ye rogue, play out the play, I haue much to say in the behalfe of that Falstalffe. O Iesu, my Lord, my Lord! Heigh, heigh, the Devil rides upon a fiddle stick, what's the matter? The Sheriff and all the watch are at the door, they are come to search the house, shall I let them in? Dost thou hear Hal? never call a true piece of gold a counterfeit, thou art essentially made without seeming so. And thou a natural coward without instinct.
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Depose me, if thou dost it halfe so grauely, so maiestically, both in word and matter, hang me vp by the heeles for a rabbet sucker, or a poulters Hare Well, here I am set. And here I stand, iudge my maisters. Now Harry, whence come you? My noble Lord from Eastcheape. The complaints I heare of thee are greeuous. Zbloud my Lord they are false: nay ile tickle ye for a yong prince I faith. Swearest thou vngratious boy, hence forth nere looke on me, thou art violently carried awaie from grace, there is a diuell haunts thee in the likenesse of an olde fat man, a tun of man is thy companion: why doest thou conuerse with that trunke of humours, that boulting hutch of beastlinesse, that swolne parcell of dropsies, that huge bombard of sacke, that stuft cloakebag of guts, that rosted Manningtre Oxe with the pudding in his belly, that reuerent vice, that gray iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in yeares, wherein is he good, but to tast sacke and drinke it? wherein neat and clenly, but to carue a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein craty, but in villany? wherein villanous, but in al things? where in worthy, but in nothing? I would your grace would take me with you, whome meanes your grace? That villanous abhominable misleader of youth, Falstalffe, that olde white bearded Sathan. My Lord, the man I know. I know thou doest. But to say I knowe more harme in him then in my selfe, were to say more then I know: that he is olde the more the pittie, his hite haires doe witnesse it, but that he is sauing your reuerence, a whoremaster, that I vtterlie denie: if sacke and sugar be a fault, God helpe the wicked; if to be olde and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damnd: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaos lane kine are to be loued. No my good lord banish Peto, banish Bardoll, banish Poines, but for sweet Iacke Falstalffe, kinde Iacke Falstalffe, true Iacke Falstalffe, valiant Iacke Falstalffe & therfore more valiant being as he is old Iacke Falstalffe, banish not him thy Harries companie, banish not him thy Harries companie, banish plumpe Iacke, and banish all the world. I do, I will. O my Lord, my Lord, the Sheriffe with a most monstrous watch is at the doore. Our ye rogue, play out the play, I haue much to say in the behalfe of that Falstalffe. O Iesu, my Lord, my Lord! Heigh, heigh, the Deuil rides vpon a fiddle sticke, whats the matter? The Sheriffe and al the watch are at the doore, they are come to search the house, shall I let them in? Doest thou heare Ha? neuer call a true piece of golde a counterset, thou art essenially made without seeming so. And thou a naturall coward without instinct.