Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus · 521 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a horseback, I will swear I love thee infinitely. But hark you Kate, I must not have you henceforth, question me, Whether I go: nor reason whereabout. Whether I must, I must: and to conclude, This Evening must I leave thee, gentle Kate. I know you wise, but yet no further wise Than Harry Percies wife. Constant you are, But yet a woman: and for secrecy, No Lady closer. For I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, And so far wilt I trust thee, gentle Kate. How so far? Not an inch further. But hark you Kate, Wither I go, thither shall you go too: To day will I set forth, to morrow you. Will this content you Kate? It must of force. Ned, prithee come out of that fat room, & lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Where hast been Hall? With three or four Loggerheads, amongst 3. or fourscore Hogsheads. I have sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of Drawers, and can call them by their names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their confidence, that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King of Courtesy: telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, and when I am King of England, I shall command all the good Lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dying Scarlet; and when you breath in your watering, than they try 'em, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any Tinker in his own Language during my life. I tell thee Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou were't not with me in this action: but sweet Ned, to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of Sugar, clapped even now into my hand by an under Skinker, one that never spoke other English in his life, than Eight shillings and six pence, and, You are welcome: with this shrill addition, Anon, Anon sir, Score a Pint of Bastard in the Half Moon, or so. But Ned, to drive away time till Falstaff come, I prithee do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my puny Drawer, to what end he gave me the Sugar, and do never leave calling Francis, that his Tale to me may be nothing but, Anon: step aside, and I'll show thee a Precedent. Francis. Thou art perfect. Francis. Anon, anon sir; look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph. Come hither Francis. My Lord. How long hast thou to serve, Francis? Forsooth five years, and as much as to— Francis. Anon, anon sir. Five years: Betlady a long Lease for the clinking of Pewter. But Francis, darest thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy Indenture, & show it a fair pair of heels, and run from it?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come, wilt thou ſee me ride? And when I am a horſebacke, I will ſweare I loue thee infinitely. But hearke you Kate, I muſt not haue you henceforth, queſtion me, Whether I go: nor reaſon whereabout. Whether I muſt, I muſt: and to conclude, This Euening muſt I leaue thee, gentle Kate. I know you wiſe, but yet no further wiſe Then Harry Percies wife. Conſtant you are, But yet a woman: and for ſecrecie, No Lady cloſer. For I will beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'ſt not know, And ſo farre wilt I truſt thee, gentle Kate. How ſo farre? Not an inch further. But harke you Kate, Whither I go, thither ſhall you go too: To day will I ſet forth, to morrow you. Will this content you Kate? It muſt of force. Ned, prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Where haſt bene Hall? With three or foure Logger-heads, amongſt 3. or foureſcore Hogſheads. I haue ſounded the verie baſe ſtring of humility. Sirra, I am ſworn brother to a leaſh of Drawers, and can call them by their names, as Tom, Dicke, and Francis. They take it already vpon their confidence, that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King of Curteſie: telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Falſtaffe, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, and when I am King of England, I ſhall command al the good Laddes in Eaſt-cheape. They call drinking deepe, dying Scarlet; and when you breath in your watering, then they try hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am ſo good a proficient in one quarter of an houre, that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my life. I tell thee Ned, thou haſt loſt much honor, that thou wer't not with me in this action: but ſweet Ned, to ſweeten which name of Ned, I giue thee this peniworth of Sugar, clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker, one that neuer ſpake other Engliſh in his life, then Eight ſhillings and ſix pence, and, You are welcome: with this ſhril addition, Anon, Anon ſir, Score a Pint of Baſtard in the Halfe Moone, or ſo. But Ned, to driue away time till Falſtaffe come, I prythee doe thou ſtand in ſome by-roome, while I queſtion my puny Drawer, to what end hee gaue me the Sugar, and do neuer leaue calling Francis, that his Tale to me may be nothing but, Anon: ſtep aſide, and Ile ſhew thee a Preſident. Francis. Thou art perfect. Francis. Anon, anon ſir; looke downe into the Pomgarnet, Ralfe. Come hither Francis. My Lord. How long haſt thou to ſerue, Francis? Forſooth fiue yeares, and as much as to— Francis. Anon, anon ſir. Fiue yeares: Betlady a long Leaſe for the clinking of Pewter. But Francis, dareſt thou be ſo valiant, as to play the coward with thy Indenture, & ſhew it a faire paire of heeles, and run from it?