Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I shall deliver so: thanks to your Majesty. My Liege, I hope they will not come upon us now. We are in God's hand brother, not in theirs: To night we will encamp beyond the bridge, And on to morrow bid them march away. Tut I have the best armour in the world. You have an excellent armour, But let my horse have his due. Now you talk of a horse, I have a steed like the Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure air and fire, And hath none of this dull element of earth within him. He is of the colour of the Nutmeg. And of the heat, a the Ginger. Turn all the sands into eloquent tongues, And my horse is argument for them all: I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse, And began thus. Wonder of nature. I have heard a Sonnet begin so, In the praise of ones Mistress. Why then did they imitate that Which I writ in praise of my horse, For my horse is my mistress. Ma foy the other day, me thought Your mistress shook you shrewdly. I bearing me. I tell thee Lord Constable, My mistress wears her own hair. I could make as good a boast of that, If I had had a sow to my mistress. Tut thou wilt make use of any thing. Yet I do not use my horse for my mistress. Will it never be morning? He ride too morrow a nule, And my way shallbe paved with English faces. By my faith so will not I, For fear I be outfaced of my way. Well i'll go arm myself, hay. The Duke of Bourbon longs for morning I he longs to eat the English. I think he'll eat all he kills. O peace, ill will never said well. I'll cap that proverb, With there is flattery in friendship. O sir, I can answer that, With give the devil his due. Have at the eye of that proverb, With a jog of the devil. Well the Duke of Bourbon, is simply, The most active Gentleman of France. Doing his activity, and he'll still be doing. He never did hurt as I heard off. No I warrant you, nor never will. I hold him to be exceeding valiant. I was told so by one that knows him better than you. Whos's that? Why he told me so himself: And said he cared not who knew it. Well who will go with me to hazard, For a hundred English prisoners? You must go to hazard yourself, Before you have them. My Lords, the English lie within a hundred Paces of your Tent. Who hath measured the ground? The Lord Granpeere. A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman. Come, come away: The Sun is high, and we wear out the day.
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I shall deliuer so: thanks to your Maiestie. My Liege, I hope they will not come vpon vs now. We are in Gods hand brother, not in theirs: To night we will encampe beyond the bridge, And on to morrow bid them march away. Tut I haue the best armour in the world. You haue an excellent armour, But let my horse haue his due. Now you talke of a horse, I haue a steed like the Palfrey of the sun, nothing but pure ayre and fire, And hath none of this dull element of earth within him. He is of the colour of the Nutmeg. And of the heate, a the Ginger. Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues, And my horse is argument for them all: I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse, And began thus. Wonder of nature. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so, In the praise of ones Mistresse. Why then did they immitate that Which I writ in praise of my horse, For my horse is my mistresse. Ma foy the other day, me thought Your mistresse shooke you shrewdly. I bearing me. I tell thee Lord Constable, My mistresse weares her owne haire. I could make as good a boast of that, If I had had a sow to my mistresse. Tut thou wilt make vse of any thing. Yet I do not vse my horse for my mistresse. Will it neuer be morning? He ride too morrow a nule, And my way shalbe paued with English faces. By my faith so will not I, For feare I be outfaced of my way. Well ile go arme my selfe, hay. The Duke of Burbon longs for morning I he longs to eate the English. I thinke heele eate all he killes. O peace, ill will neuer said well. Ile cap that prouerbe, With there is flattery in friendship. O sir, I can answere that, With giue the diuel his due. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe, With a Iogge of the diuel. Well the Duke of Burbon, is simply, The most actiue Gentleman of France. Doing his actiuitie, and heele stil be doing. He neuer did hurt as I heard off. No I warrant you, nor neuer will. I hold him to be exceeding valiant. I was told so by one that knows him better thē you. Whose that? Why he told me so himselfe: And said he cared not who knew it. Well who will go with me to hazard, For a hundred English prisoners? You must go to hazard your selfe, Before you haue them. My Lords, the English lye within a hundred Paces of your Tent. Who hath measured the ground? The Lord Granpeere. A valiant man, a. an expert Gentleman. Come, come away: The Sun is hie, and we weare out the day.