Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.72 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
By your patience ancient Pistol, Fortune, look you is painted, Plind with a muffler before her eyes, To signify to you, that Fortune is plind: And she is moreover painted with a wheel, Which is the moral that Fortune is turning, And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities: And her fate is fixed at a spherical stone Which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: Surely the Poet is make an excellent description of Fortune. Fortune look you is and excellent moral. Fortune is Bardolfes foe, and frowns on him, For he hath stolen a packs, and hanged must he be: A damned death, let gallows gape for dogs, Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop. But Exeter hath given the doom of death, For packs of petty price: Therefore go speak the Duke will hear thy voice, And let not Bardolfes vital thread be cut, With edge of penny cord▪ and vile approach. Speak Captain for his life, and I will thee requite. Captain Pistol, I partly understand your meaning. Why then rejoice therefore. Certainly Ancient Pistol, 'tis not a thing to rejoice at, For if he were my own brother, I would wish the Duke To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you, Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept. Die and be damned, and fig a for thy friendship. That is good. The fig of Spain within thy jaw. That is very well. I say the fig within thy bowels and thy dirty maw. Captain Gour, cannot you hear it lighten & thunder? Why is this the Ancient you told me of? I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cutpurse. By Iesus heeis utter as brave words upon the bridge As you shall desire to see in a summers day, but it's all one, What he hath said to me, look you, is all one. Why this is a gull, a fool, a rogue that goes to the wars Only to grace himself at his return to London: And such feliowes as he, Are perfect in great Commanders names. They will learn by rote where services were done, At such and such a sense, at such a breach, At such a convoy: who came off bravely, who was shot, Who disgraced, what terms the enemy stood on. And this they con perfectly in phrase of war, Which they trick up with new tuned oaths, & what a beard Of the generals cut, and a horrid shout of the camp Will do among the foaming bottles and ale washed wits Is wonderful to be thought on: but you must learn To know such slanders of this age, Or else you may marvelously be mistook. Certain captain Gower, it is not the man, look you, That I did take him to be: but when time shall serve, I shall tell him a little of my desires: here comes his Majesty. How now Flewellen, come you from the bridge?
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By your patience ancient Pistoll, Fortune, looke you is painted, Plind with a mufler before her eyes, To signifie to you, that Fortune is plind: And she is moreouer painted with a wheele, Which is the morall that Fortune is turning, And inconstant, and variation; and mutabilities: And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone Which roules, and roules, and roules: Surely the Poet is make an exellēt descriptiō of Fortune. Fortune looke you is and excellent morall. Fortune is Bardolfes foe, and frownes on him, For he hath stolne a packs, and hanged must he be: A damned death, let gallowes gape for dogs, Let man go free, and let not death his windpipe stop. But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death, For packs of pettie price: Therefore go speake the Duke will heare thy voyce, And let not Bardolfes vitall threed be cut, With edge of penny cord▪ and vile approach. Speake Captaine for his life, and I will thee requite. Captain Pistoll, I partly vnderstand your meaning. Why then reioyce therefore. Certainly Antient Pistol, tis not a thing to reioyce at, For if he were my owne brother, I would wish the Duke To do his pleasure, and put him to executions: for look you, Disciplines ought to be kept, they ought to be kept. Die and be damned, and fig a for thy friendship. That is good. The figge of Spaine within thy Iawe. That is very well. I say the fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw. Captain Gour, cannot you hear it lighten & thunder? Why is this the Ancient you told me of? I remember him now, he is a bawd, a cutpurse. By Iesus heeis vtter as praue words vpon the bridge As you shall desire to see in a sommers day, but its all one, What he hath sed to me, looke you, is all one. Why thi is a gul, a foole, a rogue that goes to the wars Onely to grace himselfe at his returne to London: And such feliowes as he, Are perfect in great Commaunders names. They will learne by rote where seruices were done, At such and such a scence, at such a breach, At such a conuoy: who came off brauely, who was shot, Who disgraced, what termes the enemie stood on. And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre, Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes, & what a berd Of the Generalls cut, and a horid shout of the campe Will do among the foming bottles and ale washt wits Is wonderfull to be thought on: but you must learne To know such slaunders of this age, Or else you may maruellously be mistooke. Certain captain Gower, it is not the man, looke you, That I did take him to be: but when time shall serue, I shall tell him a litle of my desires: here comes his Maiestie. How now Flewellen, come you from the bridge?