Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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My Lord of Orleans, and my Lord High Constable, you talk of Horse and Armour? You are as well provided of both, as any Prince in the World. What a long Night is this? I will not change my Horse with any that treads but on four postures: ch' ha': he bounds from the Earth, as if his entrayles were hairs: le Cheval volante, the Pegasus, ches les narines de feu. When I bestryde him, I soar, I am a Hawk: he trots the air: the Earth sings, when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoof, is more Musical than the Pipe of Hermes. he's of the colour of the Nutmeg. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beast for Perseus: he is pure Air and Fire; and the dull Elements of Earth and Water never appear in him, but only in patiented stillness while his Rider mounts him: he is indeed a Horse, and all other Jades you may call Beasts. Indeed my Lord, it is a most absolute and excellent Horse. It is the Prince of palfreys, his Neigh is like the bidding of a Monarch, and his countenance enforces Homage. No more Cousin. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from the rising of the Lark to the lodging of the Lamb, vary deserved praise on my Palfray: it is a Theme as fluent as the Sea: Turn the Sands into eloquent tongues, and my Horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subject for a Sovereign to reason on, and for a Sovereign's Sovereign to ride on: And for the World, familiar to us, and unknown, to lay apart their particular Functions, and wonder at him, I once writ a Sonnet in his praise, and began thus, Wonder of Nature. I have heard a Sonnet begin so to ones Mistress. Then did they imitate that which I composed to my Courser, for my Horse is my Mistress. Your Mistress bears well. Me well, which is the prescript praise and perfection of a good and particular Mistress. Nay, for me thought yesterday your Mistress shrewdly shook your back. So perhaps did yours. Mine was not bridled. O then belike she was old and gentle, and you road like a Kern of Ireland, your French Hose off, and in your straight Strossers. You have good judgement in Horsemanship. Be warned by me then: they that ride so, and ride not warily, fall into foul Bogs: I had rather have my Horse to my Mistress. I had as live have my Mistress a jade. I tell thee Constable, my Mistress wears his own hair. I could make as true a boast as that, if I had a Sow to my Mistress. Le chien est return a son propre vemissement est la levye lavee au bourbier: thou makest use of any thing. Yet do I not use my Horse for my Mistress, or any such Proverb, so little kin to the purpose.
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My Lord of Orleance, and my Lord High Conſtable, you talke of Horſe and Armour? You are as well prouided of both, as any Prince in the World. What a long Night is this? I will not change my Horſe with any that treades but on foure poſtures: ch' ha: he bounds from the Earth, as if his entrayles were hayres: le Cheual volante, the Pegaſus, ches les nanes de feu. When I beſtryde him, I ſoare, I am a Hawke: he trots the ayre: the Earth ſings, when he touches it: the baſeſt horne of his hooſe, is more Muſicall then the Pipe of Hermes. Hee's of the colour of the Nutmeg. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beaſt for Perſeus: hee is pure Ayre and Fire; and the dull Elements of Earth and Water neuer appeare in him, but only in patient ſtillneſſe while his Rider monts him: hee is indeede a Horſe, and all other Iades you may call Beaſts. Indeed my Lord, it is a moſt abſolute and excellent Horſe. It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like the bidding of a Monarch, and his countenance enforces Homage. No more Couſin. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from the riſing of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe, varie deſerued prayſe on my Palſray: it is a Theame as fluent as the Sea: Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues, and my Horſe is argument for them all: 'tis a ſubiect for a Soueraigne to reaſon on, and for a Soueraignes Soueraigne to ride on: And for the World, familiar to vs, and vnknowne, to lay apart their particular Functions, and wonder at him, I once writ a Sonnet in his prayſe, and began thus, Wonder of Nature. I haue heard a Sonnet begin ſo to ones Miſtreſſe. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd to my Courſer, for my Horſe is my Miſtreſſe. Your Miſtreſſe beares well. Me well, which is the preſcript prayſe and perfection of a good and particular Miſtreſſe. Nay, for me thought yeſterday your Miſtreſſe ſhrewdly ſhooke your back. So perhaps did yours. Mine was not bridled. O then belike ſhe was old and gentle, and you rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your French Hoſe off, and in your ſtrait Stroſſers. You haue good iudgement in Horſemanſhip. Be warn'd by me then: they that ride ſo, and ride not warily, fall into foule Boggs: I had rather haue my Horſe to my Miſtreſſe. I had as liue haue my Miſtreſſe a Iade. I tell thee Conſtable, my Miſtreſſe weares his owne hayre. I could make as true a boaſt as that, if I had a Sow to my Miſtreſſe. Le chien eſt retourne a ſon propre vemiſſement eſt la leuye lauee au bourbier: thou mak'ſt vſe of any thing. Yet doe I not vſe my Horſe for my Miſtreſſe, or any ſuch Prouerbe, ſo little kin to the purpoſe.