Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 524 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach. Pray thee Corporal stay, the Knocks are too hot: and for mine own part, I have not a Case of Lives: the humour of it is too hot, that is the very plainsong of it. The plainsong is most just: for humours do abound: Knocks go and come: Gods Vassals drop and dye: and Sword and Shield, in bloody Field, doth win immortal fame. Would I were in an Alehouse in London, I would give all my fame for a Pot of Ale, and safety. And I: If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me; but thither would I high. As duly, but not as truly, as Bird doth sing on bough. up to the breach, you Dogs; avaunt you Cullions. Be merciful great Duke to men of Mould: abate thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage; abate thy Rage, great Duke. Good Bawcock bate thy Rage: use lenity sweet Chuck. These be good humours: your Honour wins bad humours. As young as I am, I have observed these three Swashers: I am Boy to them all three, but all they three, though they would serve me, could not be Man to me; for indeed three such Antiques do not amount to a man: for Bardolph, he is white-livered, and red-faced; by the means whereof, a faces it out, but fights not: for Pistol, he hath a kill Tongue, and a quiet Sword; by the means whereof, a breaks Words, and keeps whole Weapons: for Nim, he hath heard, that men of few Words are the best men, and therefore he scorns to say his Prayers, lest a should be thought a Coward: but his few bad Words are matched with as few good Deeds; for a never broke any man's Head but his own, and that was against a Post, when he was drunk. They will steal any thing, and call it Purchase. Bardolph stole a Lute-case, bore it twelve Leagues, and sold it for three halfpences. Nim and Bardolph are sworn Brothers in filching: and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel. I knew by that piece of Service, the men would carry Coals. They would have me as familiar with men's Pockets, as their Gloves or their Handkerchief: which makes much against my Manhood, if I should take from another's Pocket, to put into mine; for it is plain pocketing up of Wrongs. I must leave them, and seek some better Service: their Villainy goes against my weak stomach, and therefore I must cast it up. Captain Fluellen, you must come presently to the mines; the Duke of Gloucester would speak with you. To the mines? Tell you the Duke, it is not so good to come to the mines: for look you, the mines is not according to the disciplines of the War; the concavities of it is not sufficient: for look you, th' athuersarie, you may discuss unto the Duke, look you, is digged himself four yard under the Countermines: by Jesus, I think a will plough up all, if there is not better directions.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach. 'Pray thee Corporall ſtay, the Knocks are too hot: and for mine owne part, I haue not a Caſe of Liues: the humor of it is too hot, that is the very plaine-Song of it. The plaine-Song is moſt iuſt: for humors doe abound: Knocks goe and come: Gods Vaſſals drop and dye: and Sword and Shield, in bloody Field, doth winne immortall fame. Would I were in an Ale-houſe in London, I would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale, and ſafetie. And I: If wiſhes would preuayle with me, my purpoſe ſhould not fayle with me; but thither would I high. As duly, but not as truly, as Bird doth ſing on bough. Vp to the breach, you Dogges; auaunt you Cullions. Be mercifull great Duke to men of Mould: abate thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage; abate thy Rage, great Duke. Good Bawcock bate thy Rage: vſe lenitie ſweet Chuck. Theſe be good humors: your Honor wins bad humors. As young as I am, I haue obſeru'd theſe three Swaſhers: I am Boy to them all three, but all they three, though they would ſerue me, could not be Man to me; for indeed three ſuch Antiques doe not amount to a man: for Bardolph, hee is white-liuer'd, and red-fac'd; by the meanes whereof, a faces it out, but fights not: for Piſtoll, hee hath a killing Tongue, and a quiet Sword; by the meanes whereof, a breakes Words, and keepes whole Weapons: for Nim, hee hath heard, that men of few Words are the beſt men, and therefore hee ſcornes to ſay his Prayers, leſt a ſhould be thought a Coward: but his few bad Words are matcht with as few good Deeds; for a neuer broke any mans Head but his owne, and that was againſt a Poſt, when he was drunke. They will ſteale any thing, and call it Purchaſe. Bardolph ſtole a Lute-caſe, bore it twelue Leagues, and ſold it for three halfepence. Nim and Bardolph are ſworne Brothers in filching: and in Callice they ſtole a fire-ſhouell. I knew by that peece of Seruice, the men would carry Coales. They would haue me as familiar with mens Pockets, as their Gloues or their Hand-kerchers: which makes much againſt my Manhood, if I ſhould take from anothers Pocket, to put into mine; for it is plaine pocketting vp of Wrongs. I muſt leaue them, and ſeeke ſome better Seruice: their Villany goes againſt my weake ſtomacke, and therefore I muſt caſt it vp. Captaine Fluellen, you muſt come preſently to the Mynes; the Duke of Glouceſter would ſpeake with you. To the Mynes? Tell you the Duke, it is not ſo good to come to the Mynes: for looke you, the Mynes is not according to the diſciplines of the Warre; the concauities of it is not ſufficient: for looke you, th' athuerſarie, you may diſcuſſe vnto the Duke, looke you, is digt himſelfe foure yard vnder the Countermines: by Cheſhu, I thinke a will plowe vp all, if there is not better directions.