Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Henry the Fourth · chunk 25 of 47

Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 507 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

That we have that we have, that we have, in faith sir Iohn we have, our watchword was Hemboys, come let's to dinner, come let's to dinner, Iesus the days that we have seen, come, come. Good master corporate Bardolfe, stand my friend, & here's four Harry tenshillings in french crowns for you, in very truth sir,. I had as live be hanged sir as go, and yet for mine own part sir I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling, and for mine own part have a desire to stay with my friends, else sir I did not care for mine own part so much. Go to, stand aside. And good M. corporal captain, for my old dames sake stand my friend, she has no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and she is old and cannot help herself, you shall have forty sir. Go to, stand aside. By my troth I care not, a man can die but once, we own God a death, i'll near bear a base mind, and't be my destiny: so, and't be not, so, no man's too good to serue's prince, and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. Well said, thou'rt a good fellow. Faith i'll bear no base mind. Come sir, which men shall I have? Four of which you please. Sir, a word with you, I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bulcalfe. Go to, well. Come sir Iohn, which four will you have? Do you choose for me. Mary then, Mouldy, Bulcalfe, Feeble, and Sadow. Mouldy and Bulcalfe, for you Mouldy stay at home, till you are past service: and for your part Bulcalfe, grow till you come unto it, I will none of you. Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, do not yourself wrong, they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best. Will you tell me (master Shallow) how to choose a man? care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk and big assemblance of a man: give me the spirit M. Shallow: here's Wart, you see what a ragged appearance it is, a shall charge you, and discharge you with the motion of a pewterers hammer, come off and on swifter than he that gibbets on the brewer's bucket: and this same half faced fellow Shadow, give me this man, he presents no mark to the enemy, the fo-man may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife, and for a retreat how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's Tailor run off? O give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones, put me a caliver into Warts hand Bardolfe. Hold Wart, travers t'has, t'has, t'has. Come manage me your caliver: so, very well, go to, very good, exceeding good, O give me always a little lean, old chopped Ballde, shot: well said i'faith Wart, thou'rt a good scab, hold, there's a tester for thee.
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Play2 Henry the Fourth
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [c.1597-1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1596-1600]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 378 · TCP A11974 · DEEP 293
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 816–835 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 47 in this edition
Length507 words · 703 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.733
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That we haue that we haue, that we haue, in faith sir Iohn we haue, our watch-worde was Hemboies, come lets to dinner, come lets to dinner, Iesus the daies that wee haue seene, come, come. Good maister corporate Bardolfe, stand my friend, & heres foure Harry tenshillings in french crowns for you, in very truth sir,. I had as liue be hangd sir as go, and yet for mine owne part sir I do not care, but rather because I am vnwilling, and for mine owne part haue a desire to stay with my friends, else sir I did not care for mine owne part so much. Go to, stand aside. And good M. corporall captaine, for my old dames sake stand my friend, she has no body to doe any thing about her when I am gone, and she is old and cannot helpe her selfe, you shall haue forty sir. Go to, stand aside. By my troth I care not, a man can die but once, we owe God a death, ile nere beare a base mind, and't bee my destny: so, and't be not, so, no man's too good to serue's prince, and let it go which way it will, he that dies this yeere is quit for the next. Well said, th'art a good fellow. Faith ile beare no base mind. Come sir, which men shall I haue? Foure of which you please. Sir, a word with you, I haue three pound to free Mouldy and Bulcalfe. Go to, well. Come sir Iohn, which foure wil you haue? Do you chuse for me. Mary then, Mouldy, Bulcalfe, Feeble, and Sadow. Mouldy and Bulcalfe, for you Mouldy stay at home, til you are past seruice: and for your part Bulcalfe, grow til you come vnto it, I will none of you. Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, doe not your selfe wrong, they are your likeliest men, and I would haue you serude with the best. Wil you tel me (master Shallow) how to chuse a man? care I for the limbe, the thewes, the stature, bulke and big assemblance of a man: giue me the spirit M. Shalow: heres Wart, you see what a ragged apparance it is, a shall charge you, and discharge you with the motion of a pewterers hammer, come off and on swifter then he that gibbets on the brewers bucket: and this same halfe facde fellow Shadow, giue me this man, he presents no marke to the enemy, the fo-man may with as great aime leuel at the edge of a pen-knife, and for a retraite how swiftly wil this Feeble the womans Tailer runne off? O giue mee the spare men, and spare me the great ones, putte mee a caliuer into Warts hand Bardolfe. Hold Wart, trauers thas, thas, thas. Come mannage me your caliuer: so, very wel, go to, very good, exceeding good, O giue me alwaies a little leane, olde chopt Ballde, shot: well said yfaith Wart, th'art a good scab, hold, theres a tester for thee.