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 · 490 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.
I deny your Mayor: if you will deny the Sheriff, so: if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up: I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a Halter, as another. Go hide thee behind the Arras, the rest walk up above. Now my Masters, for a true Face and good Conscience. Both which I have had: but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me. Call in the Sheriff. Now Master Sheriff, what is your will with me? First pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath followed certain men unto this house. What men? One of them is well known, my gracious Lord, a gross fat man. As fat as Butter. The man, I do assure you, is not here, For I myself at this time have employed him: And Sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, That I will by to morrow Dinner time, Send him to answer thee, or any man, For any thing he shall be charged withal: And so let me entreat you, leave the house. I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen Have in this Robbery lost three hundred Marks. It may be so: if he have robbed these men, He shall be answerable: and so farewell. Good Night, my Noble Lord. I think it is good Morrow, is it not? Indeed, my Lord, I think it be two a Clock. This oily Rascal is known as well as Paul's: go call him forth. Falstaff? fast asleep behind the Arras, and snorting like a Horse. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: search his Pockets. What hast thou found? Nothing but Papers, my Lord. Let's see, what be they? read them. Item, a Capon. two. s.ii.d. Item, Sauce. iiii. d. Item, Sack, two Gallons. v. s.viii.d. Item, Anchovies and Sack after Supper. ii.s.vi.d. Item, Bread. ob. O monstrous, but one half pennyworth of Bread to this intolerable deal of Sack? What there is else, keep close, we'll read it at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the Court in the Morning: We must all to the Wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot, and I know his death will be a Match of Twelvescore. The Money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the Morning: and so good morrow Peto. Good morrow, good my Lord. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope. Lord Mortimer, and Cousin Glendower, Will you sit down? And Uncle Worcester; a plague upon it, I have forgot the Map. No, here it is: Sat Cousin Percy, sit good Cousin Hotspurre: For by that Name, as oft as Lancaster doth speak of you, His Cheeks look pale, and with a rising sigh, He wisheth you in Heaven.
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I deny your Maior: if you will deny the Sherife, ſo: if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing vp: I hope I ſhall as ſoone be ſtrangled with a Halter, as another. Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the reſt walke vp aboue. Now my Maſters, for a true Face and good Conſcience. Both which I haue had: but their date is out, and therefore Ile hide me. Call in the Sherife. Now Maſter Sherife, what is your will with mee? Firſt pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath followed certaine men vnto this houſe. What men? One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord, a groſſe fat man. As fat as Butter. The man, I doe aſſure you, is not heere, For I my ſelfe at this time haue imploy'd him: And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee, That I will by to morrow Dinner time, Send him to anſwere thee, or any man, For any thing he ſhall be charg'd withall: And ſo let me entreat you, leaue the houſe. I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen Haue in this Robberie loſt three hundred Markes. It may be ſo: if he haue robb'd theſe men, He ſhall be anſwerable: and ſo farewell. Good Night, my Noble Lord. I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not? Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke. This oyly Raſcall is knowne as well as Poules: goe call him forth. Falſtaffe? faſt aſleepe behinde the Arras, and ſnorting like a Horſe. Harke, how hard he fetches breath: ſearch his Pockets. What haſt thou found? Nothing but Papers, my Lord. Let's ſee, what be they? reade them. Item, a Capon. ii.s.ii.d. Item, Sawce. iiii.d. Item, Sacke, two Gallons. v.s.viii.d. Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper. ii.s.vi.d. Item, Bread. ob. O monſtrous, but one halfe penny-worth of Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is elſe, keepe cloſe, wee'le reade it at more aduantage: there let him ſleepe till day. Ile to the Court in the Morning: Wee muſt all to the Warres, and thy place ſhall be honorable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot, and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue-ſcore. The Money ſhall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage. Be with me betimes in the Morning: and ſo good morrow Peto. Good morrow, good my Lord. Theſe promiſes are faire, the parties ſure, And our induction full of proſperous hope. Lord Mortimer, and Couſin Glendower, Will you ſit downe? And Vnckle Worceſter; a plague vpon it, I haue forgot the Mappe. No, here it is: Sit Couſin Percy, ſit good Couſin Hotſpurre: For by that Name, as oft as Lancaſter doth ſpeake of you, His Cheekes looke pale, and with a riſing ſigh, He wiſheth you in Heauen.