Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
O my good knave Costard, exceedingly well met. Pray you sir, How much Carnation Ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? What is a remuneration? Marry sir, half penny farthing. O, Why then three farthings worth of Silk. I thank your worship, God be wy you. O stay slave, I must employ thee: As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave, Do one thing for me that I shall entreat. When would you have it done sir? O this afternoon. Well, I will do it sir: Far you well. O thou knowest not what it is. I shall know sir, when I have done it. Why villain thou must know first. I will come to your worship to morrow morning. It must be done this afternoon, Hark slave, it is but this: The Princess comes to hunt here in the Park, And in her train there is a gentle Lady: When tongues speak sweetly, than they name her name, And Rosaline they call her, ask for her: And to her white hand see thou do commend This sealed up counsel. there's thy guerdon: go. Guerdon, O sweet guerdon, better than remuneration, a levenpence-farthing better: most sweet guerdon. I will do it sir in print: guerdon, remuneration. O, and I forsooth in love, I that have been loves whip? A very Beadle to a humorous sigh: A Critic, Nay, a night-watch Constable. A domineering pedant o'er the Boy, Then whom no mortal so magnificent. This wimpled, whining, purblind wayward Boy, This signior Iunios giant drawfe, don Cupid, Regent of Love-rimes, Lord of folded arms, Th' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans: Liege of all loiterers and male contents: Dread Prince of Plackets, King of Codpieces. Sole Emperator and great general Of trotting Parrators (O my little heart.) And I to be a Corporal of his field, And wear his colours like a Tumblers hoop. What? I love, I sue, I seek a wife, A woman that is like a german Cloak, Still a repairing: ever out of frame, And never going a right, being a Watch: But being watched, that it may still go right. Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all: And among three, to love the worst of all, A whitly wanton, with a velvet brow. With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes. I, and by heaven, one that will do the deed, Though Argus were her Eunuch and her guard. And I to sigh for her, to watch for her, To pray for her, go to: it is a plague That Cupid will impose for my neglect, Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well, I will love, writ, sigh, pray, shoe, groan, Some men must love my Lady, and some lone. Was that the King that spurred his horse so hard, Against the steep uprising of the hill?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O my good knaue Coſtard, exceedingly well met. Pray you ſir, How much Carnation Ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration? What is a remuneration? Marrie ſir, halfe pennie farthing. O, Why then three farthings worth of Silke. I thanke your worſhip, God be wy you. O ſtay ſlaue, I muſt employ thee: As thou wilt win my fauour, good my knaue, Doe one thing for me that I ſhall intreate. When would you haue it done ſir? O this after-noone. Well, I will doe it ſir: Fare you well. O thou knoweſt not what it is. I ſhall know ſir, when I haue done it. Why villaine thou muſt know firſt. I wil come to your worſhip to morrow morning. It muſt be done this after-noone, Harke ſlaue, it is but this: The Princeſſe comes to hunt here in the Parke, And in her traine there is a gentle Ladie: When tongues ſpeak ſweetly, then they name her name, And Roſaline they call her, aske for her: And to her white hand ſee thou do commend This ſeal'd vp counſaile. Ther's thy guerdon: goe. Gardon, O ſweete gardon, better then remuneration, a leuenpence-farthing better: moſt ſweete gardon. I will doe it ſir in print: gardon, remuneration. O, and I forſooth in loue, I that haue beene loues whip? A verie Beadle to a humerous ſigh: A Criticke, Nay, a night-watch Conſtable. A domineering pedant ore the Boy, Then whom no mortall ſo magnificent. This wimpled, whyning, purblinde waiward Boy, This ſignior Iunios gyant drawfe, don Cupid, Regent of Loue-rimes, Lord of folded armes, Th' annointed ſoueraigne of ſighes and groanes: Liedge of all loyterers and male contents: Dread Prince of Placcats, King of Codpeeces. Sole Emperator and great generall Of trotting Parrators (O my little heart.) And I to be a Corporall of his field, And weare his colours like a Tumblers hoope. What? I loue, I ſue, I ſeeke a wife, A woman that is like a Germane Cloake, Still a repairing: euer out of frame, And neuer going a right, being a Watch: But being watcht, that it may ſtill goe right. Nay, to be periurde, which is worſt of all: And among three, to loue the worſt of all, A whitly wanton, with a veluet brow. With two pitch bals ſtucke in her face for eyes. I, and by heauen, one that will doe the deede, Though Argus were her Eunuch and her garde. And I to ſigh for her, to watch for her, To pray for her, go to: it is a plague That Cupid will impoſe for my neglect, Of his almighty dreadfull little might. Well, I will loue, write, ſigh, pray, ſhue, grone, Some men muſt loue my Lady, and ſome lone. Was that the King that ſpurd his horſe ſo hard, Againſt the ſteepe vpriſing of the hill?