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 0.75 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Health and long life to you master Scilens. Fill the cup, and let it come, i'll pledge you a mile too th' bottom. Honest Bardolfe, welcome, if thou want'st any thing, and wilt not call, be shrew thy heart, welcome my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed too, I'll drink to master Bardolfe, and to all the cavaleroes about London. I hope to see London once ere I die. And I might see you there Davy! By the mass you'll crack a quart together, ha will you not master Bardolfe? Yea sir, in a pottle pot. By God's liggens I thank thee, the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that a will not out, a 'tis true bred! And i'll stick by him sir. Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry, look who's at door there ho, who knocks? Why now you have done me right. Do me right, and dub me Knight, samingo●ist not so? 'tis so. Is't so, why then say an old man can do somewhat. And t please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. From the Court? let him come in, how now Pistol? Sir Iohn God save you. What wind blew you hither Pistol? Not the ill wind which blows no man to good: sweet Knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this Realm. Birlady I think a b●, but goodman Puff of Barson. Puff? Puff i'th' thy teeth, most recreant coward, base▪ sir Iohn, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, and helter skelter, have I road to thee, and tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, and golden times, and happy news of price. I pray thee now deliver them like a man of this world. A footre for the world and worldlings base, I speak of Africa and golden joys. O base Assyrian Knight! what is thy news? let King Covetua know the truth thereof. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and Iohn. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? and shall good news be baffled? then Pistol lay thy head in Furies lap. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Why then lament therefore. Give me pardon sir, if sir you come with news from the court, I take it there's but two ways, either to utter them, or conceal them, I am sir under the King in some authority. Under which King, Bezonian? speak, or die. Under King Harry. Harry the fourth, or fift? Harry the fourth. A fowtre for thine office: sir Iohn, thy tender lambkin now is King: Harry the fifts the man: I speak the truth: when Pistol lies, do this, and fig me, like the bragging spaniard. What is the old King dead? As nail in door, the things I speak are just. Away Bardolfe, saddle my horse, M. Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine: Pistol, I will double charge thee with dignities.
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Health and long life to you master Scilens. Fill the cuppe, and let it come, ile pledge you a mile too th bottome. Honest Bardolfe, welcome, if thou wantst any thing, and wilt not call, be shrew thy heart, welcome my little tiny theefe, and welcome indeede too, Ile drink to master Bardolfe, and to all the cabileros about London. I hope to see London once ere I die. And I might see you there Dauy! By the mas youle crack a quarte together, ha will you not master Bardolfe? Yea sir, in a pottle pot. By Gods liggens I thanke thee, the knaue will sticke by thee, I can assure thee that a wil not out, a tis true bred! And ile stick by him sir. Why there spoke a King: lacke nothing, be mery, looke who's at doore there ho, who knockes? Why now you haue done me right. Do me right, and dub me Knight, samingoist not so? Tis so. Ist so, why then say an olde man can do somewhat. And t please your worship, theres one Pistoll come from the court with newes. From the Court? let him come in, how now Pistol? Sir Iohn God saue you. What wind blew you hither Pistol? Not the ill winde which blowes no man to good: sweete Knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this Realme. Birlady I think a b, but goodman Puffe of Barson. Puffe? Puffe ith thy teeth, most recreant coward, base▪ sir Iohn, I am thy Pistol and thy frend, and helter skelter, haue I rode to thee, and tidings do I bring, and luckie ioyes, and golden times, and happy news of price. I pray thee now deliuer them like a man of this world. A footre for the world and worldlings base, I speake of Affrica and golden ioyes. O base Assirian Knight! what is thy newes? let King Couetua know the truth thereof. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and Iohn. Shal dunghill curs confront the Helicons? and shall good newes be baffled? then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lap. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Why then lament therefore. Giue me pardon sir, if sir you come with newes from the court, I take it theres but two waies, either to vtter them, or conceale them, I am sir vnder the King in some authoritie. Vnder which King, Besonian? speake, or die. Vnder King Harry. Harry the fourth, or fift? Harry the fourth. A fowtre for thine office: sir Iohn, thy tender lambkin now is King: Harry the fifts the man: I speake the truth: when Pistol lies, do this, and fig me, like the bragging spaniard. What is the old King dead? As nayle in doore, the things I speake are iust. Away Bardolfe, saddle my horse, M. Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, tis thine: Pistol, I will double charge thee with dignities.