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 0.76 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Is thy name Wart? Yea sir. Thou art a very ragged wart. Shall I prick him sir Iohn? It were superfluous, for apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins▪ prick him no more. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir, you can do it, I commend you well: Francis Feeble. Here sir. What trade art thou Feeble? A woman's tailor sir. Shall I prick him sir? You may, but if he had been a man's tailor he'd a pricked you: wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat. I will do my good will sir, you can have no more. Well said good woman's tailor, well said courageous Feeble, thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse, prick the woman's tailor: well M. Shallow, deep M. Shallow. I would Wart might have gone sir. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to go, I cannot put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands, let that suffice most forcible Feeble. It shall suffice sir. I am bound to thee reverend Feeble, who is next? Peter Bulcalfe o'th' green. Yea mary, let's see Bulcalfe. Here sir. Fore God a likely fellow, come prick Bulcalfe till he roar again. O Lord, good my lord captain. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? O Lord sir, I am a diseased man. What disease hast thou? A whoreson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught with ringing in the King's affairs upon his coronation day sir. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown, we will have away thy cold, and I will take such order that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all? Here is two more called than your number, you must have but four here sir, and so I pray you go in with me to dinner. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner: I am glad to see you, by my troth master Shallow. O sir Iohn, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in saint George's field? No more of that master Shallow. Ha, 'twas a merry night, and is lane Nightwork alive? She lives master Shallow. She never could away with me. Never never, she would always say, she could not abide master Shallow. By the mass I could anger her too●th heart, she was then a bona roba, doth she hold her own well? Old old master Shallow. Nay she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, certain she's old, & had Robin night-work by old night-work, before I came to Clement's inn. That's fifty five year ago. Ha cousin Scilens that thou hadst seen that that this Knight and I have seen, ha sir Iohn, said I well? We have heard the chimes at midnight M. Shallow.
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Is thy name Wart? Yea sir. Thou art a very ragged wart. Shall I pricke him sir Iohn? It were superfluous, for apparell is built vpon his back, and the whole frame stands vpon pins▪ picke him no more. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir, you can do it, I commend you well: Francis Feeble. Here sir. What trade art thou Feeble? A womans tailer sir. Shall I pricke him sir? You may, but if he had bin a mans tailer hee'd a prickt you: wilt thou make as manie holes in an enemies battaile, as thou hast done in a womans peticoate. I will do my good will sir, you can haue no more. Well saide good womans tailer, well saide couragious Feeble, thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathfull doue, or most magnanimous mouse, pricke the womans tailer: wel M. Shallow, deepe M. Shallow. I would Wart might haue gone sir. I would thou wert a mans tailer, that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to goe, I cannot put him to a priuate souldier, that is the leader of so many thousands, let that suffice most forcible Feeble. It shall suffice sir. I am bound to thee reuerend Feeble, who is next? Peter Bul-calfe o'th greene. Yea mary, lets see Bul-calfe. Here sir. Fore God a likely fellow, come pricke Bul-calfe til hee roare againe. O Lord, good my lord captaine. What, dost thou roare before thou art prickt? O Lord sir, I am a diseased man. What disease hast thou? A horson cold sir, a cough sir, which I cought with ringing in the Kings affaires vpon his coronation day sir. Come, thou shalt go to the warres in a gowne, we wil haue away thy cold, and I wil take such order that thy friendes shal ring for thee. Is here all? Here is two more cald then your number, you must haue but foure here sir, and so I pray you goe in with mee to dinner. Come, I wil go drink with you, but I cānot tary dinner: I am glad to see you, by my troth master Shallow. O sir Iohn, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmil in saint Georges field? No more of that master Shallow. Ha, twas a merry night, and is lane Night-worke aliue? She liues master Shallow. She neuer could away with me. Neuer neuer, she wold alwaies say, she could not abide master Shallow. By the masse I cold anger her tooth heart, she was then a bona roba, doth she hold her owne wel? Old old master Shallow. Nay she must be old, she cannot chuse but be old, certain shees old, & had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to Clements inne. Thats fiftie fiue yeare ago. Ha cousen Scilens that thou hadst seene that that this Knight and I haue seene, ha sir Iohn, said I wel? We haue heard the chimes at midnight M. Shallow.