Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
That's the worst Tidings that I hear of yet. I by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. What may the Kings whole Battle reach unto? To thirty thousand. Forty let it be, My Father and Glendower being both away, The powers of us, may serve so great a day. Come, let us take a muster speedily: Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily. Talk not of dying. I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry, fill me a Bottle of Sack, our Soldiers shall march through: we'll to Sutton-cop-hill to Night. Will you give me Money, Captain? Lay out, lay out. This Bottle makes an Angel. And if it do, take it for thy labour: and if it make twenty, take them all, He answer the Coinage. Bid my Lieutenant Peto meet me at the Town's end. I will Captain: farewell. If I be not ashamed of my Soldiers, I am a sowc't-Gurnet: I have misused the Kings Press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty Soldiers, three hundred and odd Pounds. I press me none but good Householders, Yeoman's Sons: inquire me out contracted Bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the Banes: such a Commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the Devil, as a Drum; such as fear the report of a Caliver, worse than a struck-Foole, or a hurt wilde-Ducke, I pressed me none but such Tostes and Butter, with Hearts in their Bellies no bigger than Pins heads, and they have bought out their services: And now, my whole Charge consists of Ancients, Corporals, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of Companies, Slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth, where the Gluttons Dogs licked his Sores; and such, as indeed were never Soldiers, but dis-carded unjust Servingmen, younger Sons to younger Brothers, revolted Tapsters and Ostlers, Trade-fallen, the Cankers of a calm World, and long Peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged, than an old-faced Ancient; and such have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services: that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty tottered Prodigals, lately come from Swine-keeping, from eating Draff and Husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the Gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such skar-Crowes: I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat. Nay, and the Villains march wide betwixt the Legs, as if they had Gyves on; for indeed, I had the most of them out of Prison. There's not a Shirt and a half in all my Company: and the half Shirt is two Napkins tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders like a Herald's Coat, without sleeves: and the Shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my Host of S. Alban's, or the Red-Nose Innkeeper of Davintry. But that's all one, they'll find Linen enough on every Hedge. How now blown Iack? how now Quilt?
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That's the worſt Tidings that I heare of yet. I by my faith, that beares a froſty ſound. What may the Kings whole Battaile reach vnto? To thirty thouſand. Forty let it be, My Father and Glendower being both away, The powres of vs, may ſerue ſo great a day. Come, let vs take a muſter ſpeedily: Doomeſday is neere; dye all, dye merrily. Talke not of dying. I am out of feare Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare. Bardolph, get thee before to Couentry, fill me a Bottle of Sack, our Souldiers ſhall march through: wee'le to Sutton-cop-hill to Night. Will you giue me Money, Captaine? Lay out, lay out. This Bottle makes an Angell. And if it doe, take it for thy labour: and if it make twentie, take them all, He anſwere the Coynage. Bid my Lieutenant Peto meete me at the Townes end. I will Captaine: farewell. If I be not aſham'd of my Souldiers, I am a ſowc't-Gurnet: I haue miſ-vs'd the Kings Preſſe damnably. I haue got, in exchange of a hundred and fiftie Souldiers, three hundred and odde Pounds. I preſſe me none but good Houſe-holders, Yeomens Sonnes: enquire me out contracted Batchelers, ſuch as had beene ask'd twice on the Banes: ſuch a Commoditie of warme ſlaues, as had as lieue heare the Deuill, as a Drumme; ſuch as feare the report of a Caliuer, worſe then a ſtruck-Foole, or a hurt wilde-Ducke, I preſt me none but ſuch Toſtes and Butter, with Hearts in their Bellyes no bigger then Pinnes heads, and they haue bought out their ſeruices: And now, my whole Charge conſiſts of Ancients, Corporals, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of Companies, Slaues as ragged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth, where the Gluttons Dogges licked his Sores; and ſuch, as indeed were neuer Souldiers, but diſ-carded vniuſt Seruingmen, younger Sonnes to younger Brothers, reuolted Tapſters and Oſtlers, Trade-falne, the Cankers of a calme World, and long Peace, tenne times more dis-honorable ragged, then an old-fac'd Ancient; and ſuch haue I to fill vp the roomes of them that haue bought out their ſeruices: that you would thinke, that I had a hundred and fiftie totter'd Prodigalls, lately come from Swine-keeping, from eating Draffe and Huskes. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and preſt the dead bodyes. No eye hath ſeene ſuch skar-Crowes: Ile not march through Couentry with them, that's flat. Nay, and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if they had Gyues on; for indeede, I had the moſt of them out of Priſon. There's not a Shirt and a halfe in all my Company: and the halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt together, and throwne ouer the ſhoulders like a Heralds Coat, without ſleeues: and the Shirt, to ſay the truth, ſtolne from my Hoſt of S. Albones, or the Red-Noſe Inne-keeper of Dauintry. But that's all one, they'le finde Linnen enough on euery Hedge. How now blowne Iack? how now Quilt?