Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing typicality 0.68 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Come i'faith, I'll bestow a breakfast to make Pistol And thee friends. What a plague should we carry knives To cut our own throats. I'faith I'll live as long as I may, that's the certain of it. And when I cannot live any longer, I'll do as I may, And there's my rest, and the rendezvous of it. Godmorrow ancient Pistol. Here comes ancient Pistol, I prithee Nim be quiet. How do you my Host? Base slave, callest thou me host? Now by gads lugges I swear, I scorn the title, Nor shall my Nell keep lodging. No by my troth not I, For we cannot bed nor board half a score honest gentlewomen That live honestly by the prick of their needle, But it is thought strait we keep a bawdy-house. O Lord here's Corporal Nims, now shall We have wilful adultery and murder committed: Good Corporal Nim show the valour of a man, And put up your sword. Push. What dost thou push, thou prick-eared cur of Iseland: Will you shog off? I would have you solus. Solus egregious dog, that solus in thy throat, And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that solus in thy Bowels, and in thy jaw, perdie: for I can talk, And Pistols flashing fiery cock is up. I am not Barbasom, you cannot conjure me: I have an humour Pistol to knock you indifferently well, And you fall foul with me Pistol, I'll scour you with my Rapier in fair terms. If you will walk off a little, I'll prick your guts a little in good terms, And there's the humour of it. O braggart vile, and damned furious wight, The Grave doth gape, and groaning Death is near, therefore exall. Hear me, he that strikes the first blow, I'll kill him, as I am a soldier. An oath of much might, and fury shall abate. I'll cut your throat at one time or an other in fair terms, And there's the humour of it. Couple gorge is the word, I thee defy again: A damned hound, thinkest thou my spouse to get? No, to the powdering tub of infamy, Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kind, Doll Tear-sheete, she by name, and her espouse I have, and I will hold, the quandom quickly, For the only she and Paco, there it is enough. Hosts you must come strait to my master, And you Host Pistol. Good Bardolfe Put thy nose between the sheets, and do the office of a warming pan. By my troth he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days, I'll go to him, husband you'll come? Come Pistol be friends. Nim prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be Enemies with me too. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at beating? Base is the slave that pays. That now I will have, and there's the humour of it. As manhood shall compound.
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Come yfaith, Ile bestow a breakfast to make Pistoll And thee friendes. What a plague should we carrie kniues To cut our owne throates. Yfaith Ile liue as long as I may, thats the certaine of it. And when I cannot liue any longer, Ile do as I may, And theres my rest, and the randeuous of it. Godmorrow ancient Pistoll. Here comes ancient Pistoll, I prithee Nim be quiet. How do you my Hoste? Base slaue, callest thou me hoste? Now by gads lugges I sweare, I scorne the title, Nor shall my Nell keepe lodging. No by my troath not I, For we cānot bed nor boord half a score honest gētlewomē That liue honestly by the prick of their needle, But it is thought straight we keepe a bawdy-house. O Lord heeres Corporall Nims, now shall We haue wilful adultry and murther committed: Good Corporall Nim shew the valour of a man, And put vp your sword. Push. What dost thou push, thou prickeard cur of Iseland: Will you shog off? I would haue you solus. Solus egregious dog, that solus in thy throte, And in thy lungs, and which is worse, within Thy mesfull mouth, I do retort that solus in thy Bowels, and in thy Iaw, perdie: for I can talke, And Pistolls flashing firy cock is vp. I am not Barbasom, you cannot coniure me: I haue an humour Pistoll to knock you indifferently well, And you fall foule with me Pistoll, Ile scoure you with my Rapier in faire termes. If you will walke off a little, Ile prick your guts a litle in good termes, And theres the humour of it. O braggard vile, and damned furious wight, The Graue doth gape, and groaning Death is neare, therefore exall. Heare me, he that strikes the first blow, Ile kill him, as I am a souldier. An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate. Ile cut your throat at one time or an other in faire termes, And theres the humor of it. Couple gorge is the word, I thee defie agen: A damned hound, thinkst thou my spouse to get? No, to the powdering tub of infamy, Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cresides kinde, Doll Tear-sheete, she by name, and her espowse I haue, and I will hold, the quandom quickly, For the onely she and Paco, there it is inough. Hostes you must come straight to my maister, And you Host Pistoll. Good Bardolfe Put thy nose betweene the sheetes, and do the office of a warming pan. By my troath heele yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes, Ile go to him, husband youle come? Come Pistoll be friends. Nim prithee be friends, and if thou wilt not be Enemies with me too. I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating? Base is the slaue that payes. That now I will haue, and theres the humor of it. As manhood shall compound.