Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.75 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Good morrow good coosine Shallow. And how doth my cousin your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my goddaughter Ellen? Alas, a black woosel, cousin Shallow. By yea, and no sir, I dare say my cousin William is become a good scholar, he is at Oxford still, is he not? Indeed sir to my cost. A must then to the Inns a court shortly: I was once of Clement's Inn, where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet. You were called Lusty Shallow then, cousin. By the mass I was called any thing, and I would have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too: there was I, and little Iohn Doyt of Staffordshire, and black George Barnes, and Francis Pickebone, and Will Squele a Cotsole man, you had not four such swinge bucklers in all the Inns a court again, and I may say to you; we knew where the bona robes were, and had the best of them all at commandment: then was Iacke Falstaff, now sir Iohn, a boy, and page to Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk. This sir Iohn cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers? The same sir Iohn, the very same, I see him break Skoggins head at the Court gate, when a was a Crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockfish a Fruiterer behind Greyes' Inn: Iesu, Iesu, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead. We shall all follow, cousin. Certain, 'tis certain, very sure, very sure, death (as the Psalmist saith) is certain to all all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Samforth fair? By my troth I was not there. Death is certain: Is old Double of your town living yet? Dead sir. Iesu, Iesu, dead! a drew a good bow, and dead? a shot a fine shoot: Iohn a Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead? a would have clapped i'th' clout at twelve score, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see. How a score of Ewes now? Thereafter as they be, a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. And is old Double dead? Here come two of sir Iohn Falstaffes men, as I think. Good morrow honest gentlemen. I beseech you, which is justice Shallow? I am Robart Shallow, sir, a poor Esquire of this County, and one of the King's justices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me? My Captain, sir, commends him to you, my Captain sir Iohn Falstaff, a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant Leader. He greets me well, sir, I knew him a good backsword man: how doth the good Knight? may I ask how my Lady his wife doth. Sir, pardon, a soldier is better accommodate then with a wife.
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Good morrow good coosine Shallow. And how doth my coosin your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? Alas, a blacke woosel, coosin Shallow. By yea, and no sir, I dare say my coosin William is become a good scholler, he is at Oxford stil, is he not? Indeede sir to my cost. A must then to the Innes a court shortly: I was once of Clements Inne, where I thinke they wil talke of mad Shallow yet. You were calld Lusty Shallow then, coosin. By the masse I was calld any thing, and I would haue done any thing indeede too, and roundly too: there was I, and little Iohn Doyt of Staffordshire, and blacke George Barnes, and Francis Pickebone, and Will Squele a Cotsole man, you had not foure such swinge bucklers in all the Innes a court againe, and I may say to you; wee knewe where the bona robes were, and had the best of them all at commaundement: then was Iacke Falstaffe, now sir Iohn, a boy, and page to Thomas Mowbray duke of Norffolke. This sir Iohn coosin, that comes hither anone about souldiers? The same sir Iohn, the very same, I see him breake Skoggins head at the Court gate, when a was a Cracke, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockefish a Fruiterer behinde Greyes Inne: Iesu, Iesu, the mad dayes that I haue spent! and to see how many of my olde acquaintance are dead. We shal all follow, coosin. Certaine, tis certaine, very sure, very sure, death (as the Psalmist saith) is certaine to all all shall die. How a good yoke of bullockes at Samforth faire? By my troth I was not there. Death is certaine: Is old Dooble of your towne liuing yet? Dead sir. Iesu, Iesu, dead! a drew a good bow, and dead? a shot a fine shoote: Iohn a Gaunt loued him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead? a woulde haue clapt ith clowt at twelue score, and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteene and foureteene and a halfe, that it would haue doone a mans heart good to see. How a score of Ewes now? Thereafter as they bee, a score of good ewes may bee worth ten pounds. And is olde Dooble dead? Here come two of sir Iohn Falstaffes men, as I thinke. Good morrow honest gentlemen. I beseech you, which is iustice Shallow? I am Robart Shallowe, sir, a poore Esquier of this Countie, and one of the Kings iustices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me? My Captaine, sir, commends him to you, my Captain sir Iohn Falstaffe, a tall gentleman, by heauen, and a most gallant Leader. He greetes me wel, sir, I knew him a good backsword man: how doth the good Knight? may I aske how my Ladie his wife doth. Sir, pardon, a souldiour is better accommodate the with a wife.