Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 542 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I beseech you hearty, scurvy lousy Knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this Leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your disgestions does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats. There is one Goat for you. Will you be so good, scauld Knave, as eat it? Base Trojan, thou shalt dye. You say very true, scauld Knave, when Gods will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your Victuals: come, there is sauce for it. You called me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall too, if you can mock a Leek, you can eat a Leek. Enough Captain, you have astonished him. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days: bite I pray you, it is good for your green wound, and your ploodie Coxcomb. Must I bite. Yes certainly, and out of doubt and out of question too, and ambiguities. By this Leek, I will most horribly revenge I eat and eat I swear. Eat I pray you, will you have some more sauce to your Leek: there is not enough Leek to swear by. Quiet thy Cudgel, thou dost see I eat. Much good do you scald knave, hearty. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skin is good for your broken Coxcomb; when you take occasions to see Leeks hereafter, I pray you mock at 'em, that is all. Good. I, Leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. Me a groat? Yes verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I have another Leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge. If I own you any thing, I will pay you in Cudgels, you shall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels: God bye you, and keep you, & heal your pate. All hell shall stir for this. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knave, will you mock at an ancient Tradition began upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable Trophy of pre-deceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words. I have seen you gleeking & galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English Cudgel: you find it otherwise, and henceforth let a Welsh correction, teach you a good English condition, far ye well. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now? News have I that my Doll is dead i' th' Spittle of a malady of France, and there my rendezvous is quite cut off: Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs honour is Cudgeled. Well, Bawd I'll turn, and something lean to Cutpurse of quick hand: To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: And patches will I get unto these cudgeled scars, And swore I got them in the Gallia wars.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I peſeech you heartily, ſcuruie lowſie Knaue, at my deſires, and my requeſts, and my petitions, to eate, looke you, this Leeke; becauſe, looke you, you doe not loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your diſgeſtions doo's not agree with it, I would deſire you to eate it. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats. There is one Goat for you. Will you be ſo good, ſcauld Knaue, as eate it? Baſe Troian, thou ſhalt dye. You ſay very true, ſcauld Knaue, when Gods will is: I will deſire you to liue in the meane time, and eate your Victuals: come, there is ſawce for it. You call'd me yeſterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make you to day a ſquire of low degree. I pray you fall too, if you can mocke a Leeke, you can eate a Leeke. Enough Captaine, you haue aſtoniſht him. I ſay, I will make him eate ſome part of my leeke, or I will peate his pate foure dayes: bite I pray you, it is good for your greene wound, and your ploodie Coxecombe. Muſt I bite. Yes certainly, and out of doubt and out of queſtion too, and ambiguities. By this Leeke, I will moſt horribly reuenge I eate and eate I ſweare. Eate I pray you, will you haue ſome more ſauce to your Leeke: there is not enough Leeke to ſweare by. Quet thy Cudgell, thou doſt ſee I eate. Much good do you ſcald knaue, heartily. Nay▪ pray you throw none away, the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe; when you take occaſions to ſee Leekes heereafter, I pray you mocke at 'em, that is all. Good. I, Leekes is good: hold you, there is a groat to heale your pate. Me a groat? Yes verily, and in truth you ſhall take it, or I haue another Leeke in my pocket, which you ſhall eate. I take thy groat in earneſt of reuenge. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cudgels, you ſhall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels: God bu'y you, and keepe you, & heale your pate. All hell ſhall ſtirre for this. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue, will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable reſpect, and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceaſed valor, and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words. I haue ſeene you gleeking & galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, becauſe he could not ſpeake Engliſh in the natiue garb, he could not therefore handle an Engliſh Cudgell: you finde it otherwiſe, and henceforth let a Welſh correction, teach you a good Engliſh condition, fare ye well. Doeth fortune play the huſwife with me now? Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France, and there my rendeuous is quite cut off: Old I do waxe, and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld. Well, Baud Ile turne, and ſomething leane to Cut-purſe of quicke hand: To England will I ſteale, and there Ile ſteale: And patches will I get vnto theſe cudgeld ſcarres, And ſwore I got them in the Gallia warres.