Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
I know not, but I think it was not he. Who ere a was, a showed a mounting mind: Well Lords, to day we shall have our dispatch, On Saturday we will return to France. Then Forester my friend, Where is the Bush That we must stand and play the murderer in? Hereby upon the edge of yonder Coppice, A Stand where you may make the fairest shoot. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot, And thereupon thou speakest the fairest shoot. Pardon me Madam, for I meant not so. What, what? First praise me, & then again say no. O short lived pride. Not fair? alack for woe. Yes Madam fair. Nay, never paint me now, Where fair is not, praise cannot mend the brow. Here (good my glass) take this for telling true: Fair payment for foul words, is more than due. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. See, see, my beauty will be saved by merit. O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise. But come, the Bow: Now Mercy goes to kill, And shooting well, is then accounted ill: Thus will I save my credit in the shoot, Not wounding, pity would not let me do't: If wounding, than it was to show my skill, That more for praise, than purpose meant to kill. And out of question, so it is sometimes: Glory grows guilty of detested crimes, When for Fame's sake, for praise an outward part, We bend to that, the working of the hart. As I for praise alone now seek to spill The poor Deers blood, that my heart means no ill. Do not cursed wives hold that selfe-soveraigntie Only for praise sake, when they strive to be Lords o'er their Lords? Only for praise and praise we may afford, To any Lady that subdewes a Lord. Here comes a member of the commonwealth. God dig-you-den all, pray you which is the head Lady? Thou shalt know her fellow, by the rest that have no heads. Which is the greatest Lady, the highest? The thickest, and the tallest. The thickest, & the tallest: it is so, truth is truth. And your waste Mistress, were as slender as my wit, One a these maid's girdles for your waste should be fit. Are not you the chief woman? You are the thickest here? What's your will sir? What's your will? I have a Letter from monsieur Berowne, To one Lady Rosaline. O thy letter, thy letter: He's a good friend of mine. Stand a side good bearer. Boyet, you can carve, Break up this Capon. I am bound to serve. This Letter is mistook: it importeth none here: It is writ to Iaquenetta. We will read it, I swear. Break the neck of the Wax, and every one give ear.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I know not, but I thinke it was not he. Who ere a was, a ſhew'd a mounting minde: Well Lords, to day we ſhall haue our diſpatch, On Saterday we will returne to France. Then Forreſter my friend, Where is the Buſh That we muſt ſtand and play the murtherer in? Hereby vpon the edge of yonder Coppice, A Stand where you may make the faireſt ſhoote. I thanke my beautie, I am faire that ſhoote, And thereupon thou ſpeak'ſt the faireſt ſhoote. Pardon me Madam, for I meant not ſo. What, what? Firſt praiſe me, & then again ſay no. O ſhort liu'd pride. Not faire? alacke for woe. Yes Madam faire. Nay, neuer paint me now, Where faire is not, praiſe cannot mend the brow. Here (good my glaſſe) take this for telling true: Faire paiment for foule words, is more then due. Nothing but faire is that which you inherit. See, ſee, my beautie will be ſau'd by merit. O hereſie in faire, fit for theſe dayes, A giuing hand, though foule, ſhall haue faire praiſe. But come, the Bow: Now Mercie goes to kill, And ſhooting well, is then accounted ill: Thus will I ſaue my credit in the ſhoote, Not wounding, pittie would not let me do't: If wounding, then it was to ſhew my skill, That more for praiſe, then purpoſe meant to kill. And out of queſtion, ſo it is ſometimes: Glory growes guiltie of deteſted crimes, When for Fames ſake, for praiſe an outward part, We bend to that, the working of the hart. As I for praiſe alone now ſeeke to ſpill The poore Deeres blood, that my heart meanes no ill. Do not curſt wiues hold that ſelfe-ſoueraigntie Onely for praiſe ſake, when they ſtriue to be Lords ore their Lords? Onely for praiſe and praiſe we may afford, To any Lady that ſubdewes a Lord. Here comes a member of the common-wealth. God dig-you-den all, pray you which is the head Lady? Thou ſhalt know her fellow, by the reſt that haue no heads. Which is the greateſt Lady, the higheſt? The thickeſt, and the talleſt. The thickeſt, & the talleſt: it is ſo, truth is truth. And your waſte Miſtris, were as ſlender as my wit, One a theſe Maides girdles for your waſte ſhould be fit. Are not you the chiefe womā? You are the thickeſt here? What's your will ſir? What's your will? I haue a Letter from Monſier Berowne, To one Lady Roſaline. O thy letter, thy letter: He's a good friend of mine. Stand a ſide good bearer. Boyet, you can carue, Breake vp this Capon. I am bound to ſerue. This Letter is miſtooke: it importeth none here: It is writ to Iaquenetta. We will reade it, I ſweare. Breake the necke of the Waxe, and euery one giue eare.