Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 466 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Stand close, I hear them coming. Come my Masters, let us share, and then to horse before day: and the Prince and Poynes be not two errand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no more valour in that Poynes, than in a wild Duck. Your money. Villains. Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse: The thieves are scattered, and possessed with fear so strongly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fellow for an Officer. Away good Ned, Falstaff sweats to death, and Lards the lean earth as he walks along were't not for laughing, I should pity him. How the Rogue roared. But for mine own part, my Lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house. He could be contented: Why is he not then? in respect of the love he bears our house. He shows in this, he loves his own Barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous. Why that's certain: 'Tis dangerous to take a Cold, to sleep, to drink: but I tell you (my Lord fool) out of this Nettle, Danger; we pluck this Flower, Safety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the Friends you have named uncertain, the Time itself unsorted, and your whole Plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an Opposition. Say you so, say you so: I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly Hind, and you Lye. What a lacke-braine is this? I protest, our plot is as good a plot as ever was laid; our Friend true and constant: A good Plot, good Friends, and full of expectation: An excellent plot, very good Friends. What a Frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my Lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this Rascal, I could brain him with his Ladies Fan. Is there not my Father, my Uncle, and myself, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York, and Owen Glendour? Is there not besides, the Dowglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in Arms by the ninth of the next Month? and are they not some of them set forward already? What a Pagan Rascal is this? An Infidel. Ha', you shall see now in very sincerity of Fear and Cold heart, will he to the King, and lay open all our proceed. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed Milk with so honourable an Action. Hang him, let him tell the King we are prepared. I will set forwards to night. How now Kate, I must leave you within these two hours.
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Stand cloſe, I heare them comming. Come my Maſters, let vs ſhare, and then to horſſe before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two arrand Cowards, there's no equity ſtirring. There's no moe valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke. Your money. Villaines. Got with much eaſe. Now merrily to Horſe: The Theeues are ſcattred, and poſſeſt with fear ſo ſtrongly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fellow for an Officer. Away good Ned, Falſtaffe ſweates to death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along wer't not for laughing, I ſhould pitty him. How the Rogue roar'd. But for mine owne part, my Lord, I could bee well contented to be there, in reſpect of the loue I beare your houſe. He could be contented: Why is he not then? in reſpect of the loue he beares our houſe. He ſhewes in this, he loues his owne Barne better then he loues our houſe. Let me ſee ſome more. The purpoſe you vndertake is dangerous. Why that's certaine: 'Tis dangerous to take a Colde, to ſleepe, to drinke: but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of this Nettle, Danger; we plucke this Flower, Safety. The purpoſe you vndertake is dangerous, the Friends you haue named vncertaine, the Time it ſelfe vnſorted, and your whole Plot too light, for the counterpoize of ſo great an Oppoſition. Say you ſo, ſay you ſo: I ſay vnto you againe, you are a ſhallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke-braine is this? I proteſt, our plot is as good a plot as euer was laid; our Friend true and conſtant: A good Plotte, good Friends, and full of expectation: An excellent plot, very good Friends. What a Froſty-ſpirited rogue is this? Why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the generall courſe of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this Raſcall, I could braine him with his Ladies Fan. Is there not my Father, my Vnckle, and my Selfe, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendour? Is there not beſides, the Dowglas? Haue I not all their letters, to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Moneth? and are they not ſome of them ſet forward already? What a Pagan Raſcall is this? An Infidell. Ha, you ſhall ſee now in very ſincerity of Feare and Cold heart, will he to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could diuide my ſelfe, and go to buffets, for mouing ſuch a diſh of skim'd Milk with ſo honourable an Action. Hang him, let him tell the King we are prepared. I will ſet forwards to night. How now Kate, I muſt leaue you within theſe two hours.