Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 471 words
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Ke ve la? A friend. Discus unto me, art thou Gentleman▪ Or art thou common, base, and popeler? No sir, I am a Gentleman of a Company. Trails thou the puissant pike? Even so sir. What are you? As good a gentleman as the Emperor. O than thou art better than the King? The king's abago, and a heart of gold. A lad of life, an imp of fame: Of parents good, of fist most valiant: I kiss his dirty shoe: and from my heart strings I love the lovely bully. What is thy name? Harry le Roy. Le Roy, a Cornish man: Art thou of Cornish crew? No sir, I am a Wealchman. A Wealchman: know'st thou Flewellen? I sir, he is my kinsman. Art thou his friend? I sir. Figa for thee then: my name is Pistol. It sorts well with your fierceness. Pistol is my name. Captain Flewellen. In the name of Iesu speak lewer. It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the ancient Prerogatives of the wars be not kept. I warrant you, if you look into the wars of the Romans, You shall find no tittle tattle, nor bible babble there: But you shall find the cares, and the fears, And the ceremonies, to be otherwise. Why the enemy is loud: you heard him all night. Gods sollud, if the enemy be an Ass & a Fool, And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a fool, And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now? I'll speak lower. I beseech you do, good Captain Gower. though it appear a little out of fashion, Yet there's much care in this. Is not that the morning yonder? I we see the beginning, God knows whether we shall see the end or no. Well I think the king could wish himself Up to the neck in the middle of the Thames, And so I would he were, at all adventures, and I with him. Now masters god morrow, what cheer? I faith small cheer some of us is like to have, Ere this day end. Why fear nothing man, the king is frolic. I he may be, for he hath no such cause as we Nay say not so, he is a man as we are. The Violet smells to him as to us: Therefore if he see reasons, he fears as we do. But the king hath a heavy reckoning to make, If his cause be not good: when all those souls Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here, Shall join together at the latter day, And say I died at such a place. Some swearing: Some their wives rawly left: Some leaving their children poor behind them. Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a grievous matter to him.
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Ke ve la? A friend. Discus vnto me, art thou Gentleman▪ Or art thou common, base, and popeler? No sir, I am a Gentleman of a Company. Trailes thou the puissant pike? Euen so sir. What are you? As good a gentleman as the Emperour. O then thou art better then the King? The kings abago, and a hart of gold. A lad of life, an impe of fame: Of parents good, of fist most valiant: I kis his durtie shoe: and from my hart strings I loue the louely bully. What is thy name? Harry le Roy. Le Roy, a Cornish man: Art thou of Cornish crew? No sir, I am a Wealchman. A Wealchman: knowst thou Flewellen? I sir, he is my kinsman. Art thou his friend? I sir. Figa for thee then: my name is Pistoll. It sorts well with your fiercenesse. Pistoll is my name. Captaine Flewellen. In the name of Iesu speake lewer. It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the auncient Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept. I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes, You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there: But you shall finde the cares, and the feares, And the ceremonies, to be otherwise. Why the enemy is loud: you heard him all night. Godes sollud, if the enemy be an Asse & a Foole, And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a foole, And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now? Ile speake lower. I beseech you do, good Captaine Gower. Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion, Yet theres much care in this. Is not that the morning yonder? I we see the beginning, God knowes whether we shall see the end or no. Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames, And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him. Now masters god morrow, what cheare? I faith small cheer some of vs is like to haue, Ere this day ende. Why fear nothing man, the king is frolike. I he may be, for he hath no such cause as we Nay say not so, he is a man as we are. The Violet smels to him as to vs: Therefore if he see reasons, he feares as we do. But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make, If his cause be not good: when all those soules Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here, Shall ioyne together at the latter day, And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing: Some their wiues rawly left: Some leauing their children poore behind them. Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a greeuous matter to him.