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 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Sir Iohn, you are so fretful you cannot live long. Why, there is it; come sing me a bawdy song, make me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be, virtuous enough, swore little, diced not above seven times a week, went to a bawdy house not above once in a quarter of an hour, paid money that I borrowed three or four times, lived well, and in good compass, and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Why, you are so fat sir Iohn, that you must needs be out of all compass: out of all reasonable compass, sir Iohn. Do thou amend thy face, and i'll amend my life: thou art our Admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee: thou art the knight of the burning lamp. Why, sir Iohn, my face does you no harm. No i'll be sworn, I make as good use of it as many a man doth of a death's head, or a momento mori. I never see thy face, but I think upon hell fire, and Dives that lived in Purple: for there he is in his robes burning burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face: my oath should be by this fire that God's Angel. But thou art altogether given over: and went indeed but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When thou ranst up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, there's no purchase in money. O thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire light, thou hast saved me a thousand Marks in Links, and Torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt taveme and tauerne; but the sack that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest Chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that Salamader of yours with fire any time this two and thirty years, God reward me for it. 'Zblood, I would my face were in your belly. God a mercy, so should I be sure to be hartburnt. How now dame Partlet the hen, have you enquired yet who picked my pocket? Why sir Iohn, what do you think sir Iohn, do you think I keep thieves in my house, I have searched, I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant, the tied of a hair, was never lost in my house before. Ye lie Hostess, Bardoll was shaved, and lost many a hair, and i'll be sworn my pocket was picked: go to, you are a woman, go.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir Iohn, you are so fretfull you cannot liue long. Why, there is it; come sing me a bawdie song, make me merry. I was as vertuously giuen as a gentleman need to be, vertuous enough, swore little, dic't not aboue seuen times a weeke, went to a baudy house not aboue once in a quarter of an houre, paid money that I borrowed three or foure times, liued wel, and in good compasse, and nowe I liue out of all order, out of all compasse. Why, you are so fat sir Iohn, that you must needes be out of all compasse: out of all reasonable compasse, sir Iohn. Do thou amend thy face, and ile amend my life: thou art our Admiral, thou bearest the lanterne in the poope, but tis in the nose of thee: thou art the knight of the burning lampe. Why, sir Iohn, my face does you no harme. No ile be sworn, I make as good vse of it as many a man doth of a deaths head, or a momento mori. I neuer see thy face, but I thinke vpon hell fire, and Diues that liued in Purple: for there he is in his robes burning burning. If thou wert any waie giuen to verue, I would sweare by thy face: my oath should be by this fire that Gods Angell. But thou art altogether giuen ouer: and went indeede but for the light in thy face, the sonne of vtter darkenesse. When thou must vp God sll in the night to catch my horse, if I did not thinke thou hadst beene an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wildfire, theres no purchase in money. O thou art a perpetuall triumph, an euerlasting bonefire light, thou hast saued me a thousand Markes in Linkes, and Torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt taueme and taueme; but the sacke that thou ha drunke me, would haue bought me lights as good cheape, at the dearest Chandlers in Europe. I haue maintained that Sallamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirty yeares, God reward me for it. Zbloud, I would my face were in your belly. God a mercy, so should I be sure to be harburn. How now dame Partlet the hen, haue you enquird yet who pickt my pocket? Why sir Iohn, what do you thinke sir Iohn, doe you thinke I keepe theeues in my house, I haue searcht, I haue enquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, seruant by seruant, the tight of a haire, was neuer lost in my house before. Yee lie Hostesse, Bardoll was shau'd, and lost manie a haire, and ile be sworne my pocket was pickt: go to, you are a woman, go.