Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 486 words
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You still wrangle with her Boyet, and she strikes at the brow. But she herself is hit lower: Have I hit her now? Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was a man when King Pippen of Frannce was a little boy, as touching the hit it. So I may answer thee with one as old that was a woman when queen Guinover of Britain was a little wench as toching the hit it. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it my good man. And I cannot, cannot, cannot: and I cannot, an other can. By my troth most pleasant, how both did fit it. A mark marvelous well shot, for they both did hit. A mark, O mark but that mark: a mark says my Lady. Let the mark have a prick in't, to meat at, if it may be. Wide a'the bow hand, i'faith your hand is out. Indeed a'must shoot nearer, or he'll near hit the clout. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in. Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the is in. Come come, you talk greasily, your lips grow fowl. She's to hard for you at pricks, sir challenge her to bowl I fear too much rubbing: good night my good owl. By my soul a Swain, a most simple Clown. Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I have put him down. O my troth most sweet jests, most inconie vulgar wit, When it comes so smoothly off, so obscenly as it were, so fit. Armatho ah toothen side▪ o a most dainty man, To see him walk before a Lady, and to bear her Fann. To see him kiss his hand, & how most sweetly a will swear: And his Page at other side, that handful of wit, Ah heavens, it is most pathetical nit. Sowla, sowla. Very reverent sport truly, and done in the testimony of a good conscience. The Dear was (as you know) sanguis in blood, ripe as the Pomwater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of Celo the sky, the welkin the heaven, & anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soil, the land, the earth. Truly M. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly varried like a scholar at the least: but sir I assure ye it was a Buck of the first head. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. TTwas not a haud credo, ttwas a Pricket. Most barbarous intimation: yet a kind of insinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as it were replication, or rather ostentare, to show as it were his inclination after his undressed, unpolished, uneducated, unpruned, untrained, or rather unlettered, or ratherest vnconfirmed fashion, to insert again my haud credo for a Dear. I said the Dear was not a haud credo, ttwas a Pricket.
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You ſtill wrangle with her Boyet, and ſhe ſtrikes at the brow. But ſhe her ſelfe is hit lower: Haue I hit her now? Shall I come vpon thee with an olde ſaying, that was a man when King Pippen of Frannce was a litle boy, as touching the hit it. So I may anſwere thee with one as olde that was a woman when queene Guinouer of Brittaine was a litle wench as toching the hit it. Thou canſt not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canſt not hit it my good man. And I cannot, cannot, cannot: and I cannot, an other can. By my troth moſt pleſant, how both did fit it. A marke marueilous wel ſhot, for they both did hit. A mark, O mark but that mark: a mark ſaies my Lady. Let the mark haue a prick in't, to meate at, if it may be. Wide a'the bow hand, yfaith your hand is out. Indeed a'muſt ſhoot nearer, or hele neare hit the clout. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in. Then will ſhe get the vpſhoot by cleauing the is in. Come come, you talke greaſely, your lips grow fowle. Shes to hard for you at pricks, ſir challeng her to bowle I feare too much rubbing: good night my good owle. By my ſoule a Swaine, a moſt ſimple Clowne. Lord, Lord, how the Ladies and I haue put him downe. O my troth moſt ſweete ieſtes, moſt inconie vulgar wit, When it comes ſo ſmoothly off, ſo obſcenly as it were, ſo fit. Armatho ath toothen ſide▪ o a moſt daintie man, To ſee him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fann. To ſee him kiſſe his hand, & how moſt ſweetly a wil ſweare: And his Page at other ſide, that handfull of wit, Ah heauens, it is moſt patheticall nit. Sowla, ſowla. Very reuerent ſport truly, and done in the teſtimonie of a good conſcience. The Deare was (as you know) ſanguis in blood, ripe as the Pomwater, who now hangeth like a Iewel in the eare of Celo the ſkie, the welken the heauen, & anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the ſoyle, the land, the earth. Truely M. Holofernes, the epythithes are ſweetly vatried like a ſcholler at the leaſt: but ſir I aſſure ye it was a Bucke of the firſt head. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. Twas not a haud credo, twas a Pricket. Moſt barbarous intimation: yet a kind of inſinuaion, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as it were replication, or rather oſtentare, to ſhow as it were his inclination after his vndreſſed, vnpoliſhed, vneducated, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or rathereſt vnconfirmed faſhion, to inſert again my haud credo for a Deare. I ſaid the Deare was not a haud credo, twas a Pricket.