Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 535 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger, The greater therefore should our Courage be. God morrow Brother Bedford: God Almighty, There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men obseruingly distil it out. For our bad Neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry. Besides, they are our outward Consciences, And Preachers to us all; admonishing, That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed, And make a Moral of the Devil himself. Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham: A good soft Pillow for that good white Head, Were better than a churlish turf of France. Not so my Liege, this. Lodging likes me better, Since I may say, now lie I like a King. 'Tis good for men to love their present pains, Upon example, so the Spirit is eased: And when the Mind is quickened, out of doubt The Organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy Grave, and newly move With casted slough, and fresh legerity. Lend me thy Cloak Sir Thomas: Brothers both, Commend me to the Princes in our Camp; Do my good morrow to them, and anon Desire them all to my Pavilion: We shall, my Liege. Shall I attend your Grace? No, my good Knight: Go with my Brothers to my Lords of England: I and my Bosom must debate a while, And then I would no other company. The Lord in Heaven bless thee, Noble Harry. God a mercy old Heart, thou speakest cheerfully. I vous la? A friend. Discuss unto me, art thou Officer, or art thou base, common, and popular? I am a Gentleman of a Company. Trayl'st thou the puissant Pike? Even so: what are you? As good a Gentleman as the Emperor. Then you are a better than the King. The King's a Bawcock, 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 heartstring I love the lovely Bully. What is thy Name? Harry le Roy. Le Roy? a Cornish Name: art thou of Cornish Crew? No, I am a Welshman. knowst thou Fluellen? Yes. Tell him I'll knock his Leek about his Pate upon S. Dauies day. Do not you wear your Dagger in your Cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Art thou his friend? And his Kinsman too. The Figo for thee then. I thank you: God be with you. My name is Pistol called. It sorts well with your fierceness. Captain Fluellen. So, in the Name of Iesu Christ, speak fewer: it is the greatest admiration in the universal World, when the true and ancient Prerogatives and Laws of the Wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to examine the Wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle tadle nor pebble babble in Pompey's Camp: I warrant you, you shall find the Ceremonies of the Wars, and the Cares of it, and the Forms of it, and the Sobriety of it, and the Modesty of it, to be otherwise.
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Gloſter, 'tis true that we are in great danger, The greater therefore ſhould our Courage be. God morrow Brother Bedford: God Almightie, There is ſome ſoule of goodneſſe in things euill, Would men obſeruingly diſtill it out. For our bad Neighbour makes vs early ſtirrers, Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry. Beſides, they are our outward Conſciences, And Preachers to vs all; admoniſhing, That we ſhould dreſſe vs fairely for our end. Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed, And make a Morall of the Diuell himſelfe. Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham: A good ſoft Pillow for that good white Head, Were better then a churliſh turfe of France. Not ſo my Liege, this. Lodging likes me better, Since I may ſay, now lye I like a King. 'Tis good for men to loue their preſent paines, Vpon example, ſo the Spirit is eaſed: And when the Mind is quickned, out of doubt The Organs, though defunct and dead before, Breake vp their drowſie Graue, and newly moue With caſted ſlough, and freſh legeritie. Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas: Brothers both, Commend me to the Princes in our Campe; Doe my good morrow to them, and anon Deſire them all to my Pauillion: We ſhall, my Liege. Shall I attend your Grace? No, my good Knight: Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England: I and my Boſome muſt debate a while, And then I would no other company. The Lord in Heauen bleſſe thee, Noble Harry. God a mercy old Heart, thou ſpeak'ſt chearefully. Che vous la? A friend. Diſcuſſe vnto me, art thou Officer, or art thou baſe, common, and popular? I am a Gentleman of a Company. Trayl'ſt thou the puiſſant Pyke? Euen ſo: what are you? As good a Gentleman as the Emperor. Then you are a better then the King. The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame, of Parents good, of Fiſt moſt valiant: I kiſſe his durtie ſhooe, and from heartſtring I loue the louely Bully. What is thy Name? Harry le Roy. Le Roy? a Corniſh Name: art thou of Corniſh Crew? No, I am a Welchman. Know'ſt thou Fluellen? Yes. Tell him Ile knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon S. Dauies day. Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe that day, leaſt he knock that about yours. Art thou his friend? And his Kinſman too. The Figo for thee then. I thanke you: God be with you. My name is Pistol call'd. It ſorts well with your fierceneſſe. Captaine Fluellen. 'So, in the Name of Ieſu Chriſt, ſpeake fewer: it is the greateſt admiration in the vniuerſall World, when the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the Warres is not kept: if you would take the paines but to examine the Warres of Pompey the Great, you ſhall finde, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble bable in Pompeyes Campe: I warrant you, you ſhall finde the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it, and the Formes of it, and the Sobrietie of it, and the Modeſtie of it, to be otherwiſe.