Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.74 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
I prithee sweet heart, let me bring thee so far as Stanes. No fur, no fur. Well sir Iohn is gone. God be with him. I, he is in Arthors bosom, if ever any were: He went away as if it were a crysombd child, Between twelve and one, Just at turning of the tide: His nose was as sharp as a pen: For when I saw him fumble with the sheets, And talk of flowers, and smile upon his finger's ends I knew there was no way but one. How now sir Iohn quoth I? And he cried three times, God, God, God, Now I to comfort him, bade him not think of God, I hope there was no such need. Then he bade me put more clothes at his fear: And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone: And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone. And so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. They say he cried out on Sack. I that he did. And of women. No that he did not. Yes that he did: and he said they were devils incarnate. Indeed carnation was a colour he never loved. Well he did cry out on women. Indeed he did in some sort handle women, But then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon. Hosts do you remember he saw a Flea stand Upon Bardolfes Nose, and said it was a black soul Burning in hell fire? Well, God be with him, That was all the wealth I got in his service. Shall we shog off? The king will be gone from Southampton. Clear up thy cristalles, Look to my chattels and my movables. Trust none: the word is pitch and pay: men's words are wafer cakes, And holdfast is the only dog my dear. Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor, Touch her soft lips and part. Farewell hosts. I cannot kiss: and there's the humour of it. But adieu. Keep fast thy buggle boe. Now you Lords of Orleans, Of Bourbon, and of Berry, You see the King of England is not slack, For he is footed on this land already. My gracious Lord, 'tis meet we all go forth, And arm us against the foe: And view the weak & sickly parts of France: But let us do it with no show of fear, No with no more, then if we heard England were busied with a Moris dance. For my good Lord, she is so idly kinged, Her sceptre so fantastically borne, So guided by a shallow humorous youth, That fear attends her not. O peace Prince Dolphin, you deceive yourself, Question your grace the late Ambassador, With what regard he heard his Embassage, How well supplied with aged counsellors, And how his resolution answered him, You than would say that Harry was not wild.
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I prethy sweete heart, let me bring thee so farre as Stanes. No fur, no fur. Well sir Iohn is gone. God be with him. I, he is in Arthors bosom, if euer any were: He went away as if it were a crysombd childe, Betweene twelue and one, Iust at turning of the tide: His nose was as sharpe as a pen: For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes, And talk of floures, and smile vpō his fingers ends I knew there was no way but one. How now sir Iohn quoth I? And he cryed three times, God, God, God, Now I to comfort him, bad him not think of God, I hope there was no such need. Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feere: And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone: And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone. And so vpward, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone. They say he cride out on Sack. I that he did. And of women. No that he did not. Yes that he did: and he sed they were diuels incarnat. Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued. Well he did cry out on women. Indeed he did in some sort handle women, But then he was rumaticke, and talkt of the whore of Babylon. Hostes do you remember he saw a Flea stand Vpon Bardolfes Nose, and sed it was a black soule Burning in hell fire? Well, God be with him, That was all the wealth I got in his seruice. Shall we shog off? The king wil be gone from Southampton. Cleare vp thy cristalles, Looke to my chattels and my moueables. Trust none: the word is pitch and pay: Mens words are wafer cakes, And holdfast is the only dog my deare. Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor, Touch her soft lips and part. Farewell hostes. I cannot kis: and theres the humor of it. But adieu. Keepe fast thy buggle boe. Now you Lords of Orleance, Of Bourbon, and of Berry, You see the King of England is not slack, For he is footed on this land alreadie. My gratious Lord, tis meet we all goe foorth, And arme vs against the foe: And view the weak & sickly parts of France: But let vs do it with no show of feare, No with no more, then if we heard England were busied with a Moris dance. For my good Lord, she is so idely kingd, Her scepter so fantastically borne, So guided by a shallow humorous youth, That feare attends her not. O peace Prince Dolphin, you deceiue your selfe, Question your grace the late Embassador, With what regard he heard his Embassage, How well supplied with aged Counsellours, And how his resolution andswered him, You then would say that Harry was not wilde.