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 · 475 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.
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 Pippin of France 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 touching the hit it. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canst not hit it my good man. I cannot, cannot, cannot: And I cannot, another 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 o' th' bow hand. i'faith your hand is out. Indeed of must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er 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 foul, She's too 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 obscenely, as it were, so fit. Armathor o'th' to the side, O a most dainty man. To see him walk before a Lady, and to bear her Fan. To see him kiss his hand, and 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 a Pomwater, who now hangeth like a jewel in the ear of Celo the sky; the welkin the heaven, and anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soil, the land, the earth. Truly M. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly varied like a scholar at the least: but sir I assure ye, it was a Buck of the first head. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas 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.
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You ſtill wrangle with her Boyet, and ſhee ſtrikes at the brow. But ſhe her ſelfe is hit lower: Haue I hit her now. Shall I come vpon thee with an old ſaying, that was a man when King Pippin of France was a little boy, as touching the hit it. So I may anſwere thee with one as old that was a woman when Queene Guinouer of Brittaine was a little wench, as touching the hit it. Thou canſt not hit it, hit it, hit it, Thou canſt not hit it my good man. I cannot, cannot, cannot: And I cannot, another can. By my troth moſt pleaſant, how both did fit it. A marke marueilous well ſhot, for they both did hit. A mark, O marke but that marke: a marke ſaies my Lady. Let the mark haue a pricke in't, to meat at, if it may be. Wide a' th bow hand. yfaith your hand is out. Indeede a' muſt ſhoote nearer, or heele ne're hit the clout. And if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in. Then will ſhee get the vpſhoot by cleauing the is in. Come, come, you talke greaſely, your lips grow foule, She's too hard for you at pricks, ſir challenge her to boule. I feare too much rubbing: good night my good Oule. 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 ieſts, moſt inconie vulgar wit, When it comes ſo ſmoothly off, ſo obſcenely, as it were, ſo fit. Armathor ath to the ſide, O a moſt dainty man. To ſee him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan. To ſee him kiſſe his hand, and how moſt ſweetly a will ſweare: And his Page at other ſide, that handfull of wit, Ah heauens, it is moſt patheticall nit. Sowla, ſowla. Very reuerent ſport truely, and done in the teſtimony of a good conſcience. The Deare was (as you know) ſanguis in blood, ripe as a Pomwater, who now hangeth like a Iewell in the eare of Celo the ſkie; the welken the heauen, and anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the ſoyle, the land, the earth. Truely M. Holofernes, the epythithes are ſweetly varied 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 kinde 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 vndreſſed, vnpoliſhed, vneducated, vnpruned, vntrained, or rather vnlettered, or rathereſt vnconfirmed faſhion, to inſert againe my haud credo for a Deare.