Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 443 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Well Hal, well: and in some sort it jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell you. For obtaining of suits? Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the Hangman hath no lean Wardrobe. I am as Melancholy as a Gib-cat, or a lugg'd Beat. Or an old Lion, or a Lover's Lute. Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe. What sayst thou to a Hare, or the Melancholy of Moor Ditch? Thou hast the most unsavoury smiles, and art indeed the most comparative rascallest sweet young Prince. But Hal, I prithee trouble me no more with vanity, I would thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names were to be bought: an old Lord of the Council rated me the other day in the street about you sir; but I marked him not, and yet he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not, and yet he talked wisely, and in the street too. Thou didst well: for no man regards it. O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harm unto me Hall, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing: and now I am (if a man should speak truly) little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over: and I do not, I am a Villain. I'll be damned for never a King's son in Christendom. Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke? Where thou wilt Lad, I'll make one: and I do not, call me Villain, and bafflle me. I see a good amendment of life in thee: From Praying, to Purse-taking. Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his Vocation. Now shall we know if Gad's hill have set a Watch. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent Villain, that ever cried, Stand, to a true man. Good morrow Ned. Good morrow sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? What says Sir Iohn Sack and Sugar: Iacke? How agrees the Devil and thee about thy Soul, that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last, for a Cup of Madera, and a cold Capon's leg? Sir Iohn stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain, for he was never yet a Breaker of Proverbs: He will give the devil his due. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil. Else he had damned for cozening the devil.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well Hal, well: and in ſome ſort it iumpes with my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell you. For obtaining of ſuites? Yea, for obtaining of ſuites, whereof the Hangman hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a Gyb-Cat, or a lugg'd Beate. Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute. Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnſhire Bagpipe. What ſay'ſt thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly of Moore Ditch? Thou haſt the moſt vnſauoury ſmiles, and art indeed the moſt comparatiue raſcalleſt ſweet yong Prince. But Hal, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated me the other day in the ſtreet about you ſir; but I mark'd him not, and yet hee talk'd very wiſely, but I regarded him not, and yet he talkt wiſely, and in the ſtreet too. Thou didſt well: for no man regards it. O, thou haſt damnable iteration, and art indeede able to corrupt a Saint. Thou haſt done much harme vnto me Hall, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing: and now I am (if a man ſhold ſpeake truly) little better then one of the wicked. I muſt giue ouer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings ſonne in Chriſtendome. Where ſhall we take a purſe to morrow, Iacke? Where thou wilt Lad, Ile make one: and I doe not, call me Villaine, and bafflle me. I ſee a good amendment of life in thee: From Praying, to Purſe-taking. Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no ſin for a man to labour in his Vocation. Now ſhall wee know if Gads hill haue ſet a Watch. O, if men were to be ſaued by merit, what hole in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the moſt omnipotent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man. Good morrow Ned. Good morrow ſweet Hal. What ſaies Monſieur Remorſe? What ſayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar: Iacke? How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule, that thou ſoldeſt him on Good-Friday laſt, for a Cup of Madera, and a cold Capons legge? Sir Iohn ſtands to his word, the diuel ſhall haue his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs: He will giue the diuell his due. Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with the diuell. Elſe he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.