Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.73 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
And the boy that I gave Falstaff, a had him from me Christian, and look if the fat villain have not transformed him Ape. God save your grace. And yours most noble Bardolfe. Come you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing, wherefore blush you now? what a maidenly man at arms are you become? be't such a matter to get a pottle-pots maidenhead? A calls me enough my Lord, through a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face from the window▪ at last I spied his eyes, and me thought he had made two holes in the ale wives petticoat and so peeped through. Has not the boy profited? Away you whoreson upright rabble, away. Away you rascally Althaea's dream, away. Instruct us boy, what dream boy? Mary my lord, Althear dreamt she was delivered of a firebrand, and therefore I call him her dream. A crowns worth of good interpretation there 'tis boy. O that this blossom could be kept from cankers▪ well, there is sixpence to preserve thee. And you do not make him hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong. And how doth thy master Bardolfe? Well my Lord, he heard of your graces coming to town, there's a letter for you. Delivered with good respect, and how doth the martlemasse your master? In bodily health sir. Mary the immortal part needs a physician, but that moves not him, though that be sick, it dies not. I do allow this Wen to be as familiar with me, as my dog and he holds his place, for look you how he writes. Iohn Falstaff Knight, every man must know that as oft as he has occasion to name himself: even like those that are kin to the King for they never prick their finger, but they say, there's some of the King's blood spilled: how comes that (says he) that takes upon him not to conceive the answer is as ready as a borrowed cap: I am the Kings poor cousin, sir. Nay they will be kin to us, or they will fetch it from Iaphet, but the letter, Sir Iohn Falstaff knight, to the son of the king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, greeting. Why this is a certificate. Peace. I will imitate the honourable Romans in brevity. He sure means brevity in breath, short wound, I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and, I leave thee, be not too familiar with Poynes, for he misuses thy favours so much, that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell, repent at idle times as thou mayst, and so farewell. Thine by yea▪ and no, which is as much as to say, as thou usest him, Iacke Falstaff with my family, Iohn with my brothers and sisters, and sir Iohn with all Europe. My Lord, I'll steep this letter in sack and make him eat it. That's to make him eat twenty of his words, but do you use me, thus Ned? must I marry your sister?
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And the boy that I gaue Falstaffe, a had him from me Christian, and looke if the at villaine haue not transformd him Ape. God saue your grace. And yours most noble Bardolfe. Come you vertuous asse, you bashfull foole, must you be blushing, wherefore blush you now? what a maidenly man at armes are you become? ist such a matter to get a pottle-pots maidenhead? A calls me enow my Lord, through a red lattice, and I could discerne no part of his face from the window▪ at last I spied his eies, and me thought he had made two holes in the ale wiues petcote and so peept through. Has not the boy profited? Away you horson vpright rabble, away. Away you rascally Altheas dreame, away. Instruct vs boy, what dreame boy? Mary my lord, Althear dreampt she was deliuered of a firebrand, and therefore I call him her dreame. A crownes worth of good interpretation there tis boy. O that this blossome could be kept from cankers▪ well, there is sixpence to preserue thee. And you do not make him hangd among you, the gallowes shall haue wrong. And how doth thy master Bardolfe? Well my Lord, he heard of your graces comming to towne, theres a letter for you. Deliuerd with good respect, and how doth the martlemasse your master? In bodily health sir. Mary the immortall part needes a phisitian, but that moues not him, though that be sicke, it dies not. I do allow this Wen to be as familiar with me, as my dogge and he holds his place, for looke you how he writes. Iohn Falstaffe Knight, euery man must know that as oft as he has occasion to name himselfe: euen like those that are kin to the King for they neuer pricke their finger, but they saye, theres some of the Kings bloud spilt: how comes that (saies he) that takes vppon him not to conceiue the answer is as ready as a borowed cap: I am the Kings poore cosin, sir. Nay they will be kin to vs, or they will fetch it from Iaphet, but the letter, Sir Iohn Falstaffe knight, to the sonne of the king, nearest his father, Harry prince of Wales, greeting. Why this is a certificate. Peace. I will imitate the honourable Romanes in breuitie. He sure meanes breuity in breath, short winded, I commend mee to thee, I commend thee, and, I leaue thee, be not too familiar with Poynes, for he misuses thy fauours so much, that he sweares thou art to mary his sister Nel, repent at idle times as thou maist, and so farwel. Thine by yea▪ and no, which is as much as to say, as thou vsest him, Iacke Falstaffe with my family, Iohn with my brothers and sisters, and sir Iohn with all Europe. My Lord, Ile steep this letter in sacke and make him eate it. Thats to make him eate twenty of his words, but do you vse me, thus Ned? must I marrie your sister?