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 · 505 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.
What, fought ye with them all? All? I know not what ye call all: but if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of Radish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Iack, then am I no two-legged Creature. Pray Heaven, you have not murdered some of them. Nay, that's past praying for, I have peppered two of them: Two I am sure I have paid, two Rogues in Buckram Suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a Lie, spit in my face, call me Horse: thou knowest my old word: here I lay, and thus I bore my point; four Rogues in Buckram let drive at me. What, four? thou saidst but two, even now. Four Hal, I told thee four. I, I, he said four. These four came all affront, and mainly thrust at me; I made no more ado, but took all their seven points in my Target, thus. Seven? why there were but four, even now. In Buckram. I, four, in Buckram Suits. Seven, by these Hilts, or I am a Villain else. Prithee let him alone, we shall have more anon. Dost thou hear me, Hal? I, and mark thee too, Iack. Do so, for it is worth the listening too: these nine in Buckram, that I told thee of. So, two more already. Their Points being broken. down fell his Hose. Began to give me ground: but I followed me close, came in foot and hand; and with a thought, seven of the eleven I paid. O monstrous! eleven Buckram men grown out of two? But as the Devil would have it, three misbegotten Knaves, in Kendal Greene, came at my Back, and let drive at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst not see thy Hand. These Lies are like the Father that begets them, gross as a Mountain, open, palpable. Why thou Clay-brayned Guts, thou Knotty-pated Fool, thou Whoreson obscene greasy Tallow Catch. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth? Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal Greene, when it was so dark, thou couldst not see thy Hand? Come, tell us your reason: what sayst thou to this? Come, your reason Iack, your reason. What, upon compulsion? No: were I at the Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion? If Reasons were as plenty as Blackberries, I would give no man a Reason upon compulsion, I. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine Coward, this Bed-presser, this Hors-back-breaker, this huge Hill of Flesh. Away you Starveling, you Elfe-skin, you dried Neat's tongue, Bulles-pissell, you stockfish: O for breath to utter. What is like thee? You Tailors yard, you sheath you Bow-case, you vile standing tuck. Well, breath awhile, and then to't again: and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but thus.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What, fought yee with them all? All? I know not what yee call all: but if I fought not with fiftie of them, I am a bunch of Radiſh: if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde Iack, then am I no two-legg'd Creature. Pray Heauen, you haue not murthered ſome of them. Nay, that's paſt praying for, I haue pepper'd two of them: Two I am ſure I haue payed, two Rogues in Buckrom Sutes. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a Lye, ſpit in my face, call me Horſe: thou knoweſt my olde word: here I lay, and thus I bore my point; foure Rogues in Buckrom let driue at me. What, foure? thou ſayd'ſt but two, euen now. Foure Hal, I told thee foure. I, I, he ſaid foure. Theſe foure came all a-front, and mainely thruſt at me; I made no more adoe, but tooke all their ſeuen points in my Targuet, thus. Seuen? why there were but foure, euen now. In Buckrom. I, foure, in Buckrom Sutes. Seuen, by theſe Hilts, or I am a Villaine elſe. Prethee let him alone, we ſhall haue more anon. Doeſt thou heare me, Hal? I, and marke thee too, Iack. Doe ſo, for it is worth the liſtning too: theſe nine in Buckrom, that I told thee of. So, two more alreadie. Their Points being broken. Downe fell his Hoſe. Began to giue me ground: but I followed me cloſe, came in foot and hand; and with a thought, ſeuen of the eleuen I pay'd. O monſtrous! eleuen Buckrom men growne out of two? But as the Deuill would haue it, three miſ-begotten Knaues, in Kendall Greene, came at my Back, and let driue at me; for it was ſo darke, Hal, that thou could'ſt not ſee thy Hand. Theſe Lyes are like the Father that begets them, groſſe as a Mountaine, open, palpable. Why thou Clay-brayn'd Guts, thou Knotty-pated Foole, thou Horſon obſcene greaſie Tallow Catch. What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth, the truth? Why, how could'ſt thou know theſe men in Kendall Greene, when it was ſo darke, thou could'ſt not ſee thy Hand? Come, tell vs your reaſon: what ſay'ſt thou to this? Come, your reaſon Iack, your reaſon. What, vpon compulſion? No: were I at the Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I would not tell you on compulſion. Giue you a reaſon on compulſion? If Reaſons were as plentie as Black-berries, I would giue no man a Reaſon vpon compulſion, I. Ile be no longer guiltie of this ſinne. This ſanguine Coward, this Bed-preſſer, this Horſ-back-breaker, this huge Hill of Fleſh. Away you Starueling, you Elfe-skin, you dried Neats tongue, Bulles-piſſell, you ſtocke-fiſh: O for breth to vtter. What is like thee? You Tailors yard, you ſheath you Bow-caſe, you vile ſtanding tucke. Well, breath a-while, and then to't againe: and when thou haſt tyr'd thy ſelfe in baſe compariſons, heare me ſpeake but thus.