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 0.90 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
O joyful day! I would not take a Knight for my fortune. What? I do bring good news. Carry master Scilens to bed: master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward, get on thy boots, we'll ride all night: o sweet Pistol, away Bardolf, come Pistol, utter more to me, and withal, devise something to do thyself good, boot, boot master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for me: let us take any man's horses, the laws of England are at my commandment, blessed are they that have been my friends, and woe to my Lord chief justice. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also: where is the life that late I led, say they, why here it is, welcome these pleasant days. No, thou arrant knave, I would to God that I might die, that I might have thee hanged, thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. The Constables have delivered her over to me, and she shall have whipping cheer I warrant her, there hath been a man or two killed about her. Nut-hooke, Nut-hooke, you lie, come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe visaged rascal, and the child I go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-facde villain. O the Lord, that sir Iohn were come! I would make this a bloody day to some body: but I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry. If it do, you shall have a dozzen of cushions again, you have but eleven now: come, I charge you both go with me, for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you. I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censor, I will have you as sound swinged for this, you blue bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half kirtles. Come, come, you she Knight-arrant, come. O God, that right should thus overcome might! well, of sufferance comes ●ase. Come you rogue, come bring me to a justice. I come, you starved bloodhound. Goodman death, goodman bones. Thou Atomy, thou. Come you thin thing, come you rascal. Very well. Stand here by me master Shallow, I will make the King do you grace, I will leer upon him as a comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me. God bless thy lungs good Knight. Come here Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had had time to have made new liveries: I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you, but 'tis no matter, this poor show doth better, this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. It doth so. It shows my earnestness of affection. It doth so. My devotion. It doth, it doth, it doth. As it were to ride day & night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me.
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O ioyful day! I would not take a Knight for my fortune. What? I do bring good newes. Carry master Scilens to bed: master Shallow, my lord Shalow, be what thou wilt, I am fortunes steward, get on thy boots, weel ride al night: ô sweet Pistol, away Bardolf, com Pistol, vtter more to me, and withall, deuise something to doe thy selfe good, boote, boote master Shallow, I know the yong King is sicke for me: let vs take any mans horses, the lawes of England are at my commandement, blessed are they that haue bin my friends, and woe to my Lord chiefe Iustice. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also: where is the life that late I led, say they, why here it is, welcome these plesant dayes. No, thou arrant knaue, I would to God that I might die, that I might haue thee hangd, thou hast drawn my shoulder out of ioynt. The Constables haue deliuered her ouer to mee, and shee shal haue whipping cheere I warrant her, there hath beene a man or two kild about her. Nut-hooke, Nut-hooke, you lie, come on, Ile tell thee what, thou damnd tripe visagde rascall, and the child I go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst strook thy mother, thou paper-facde villaine. O the Lord, that sir Iohn were come! I would make this a bloody day to some body: but I pray God the fruite of her wombe miscarry. If it doe, you shall haue a dozzen of cushions againe, you haue but eleuen nowe: come, I charge you both goe with mee, for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beat amongst you. Ile tell you what, you thin man in a censor, I will haue you as soundly swingde for this, you blew bottle rogue, you filthy famisht correctioner, if you be not swingde, Ile forsweare halfe kirtles. Come, come, you shee Knight-arrant, come. O God, that right should thus ouercom might! wel, of sufferance comes ase. Come you rogue, come bring me to a iustice. I come, you starude blood-hound. Goodman death, goodman bones. Thou Atomy, thou. Come you thinne thing, come you rascall. Very well. Stand heere by me maister Shallow, I will make the King doe you grace, I will leere vpon him as a comes by, and do but marke the countenaunce that he will giue me. God blesse thy lungs good Knight. Come heere Pistoll, stand behinde mee. O if I had had time to haue made new liueries: I woulde haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you, but tis no matter, this poore shew doth better, this doth inferre the zeale I had to se him. It doth so. It shewes my earnestnesse of affection. It doth so. My deuotion. It doth, it doth, it doth. As it were to ride day & night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to haue pacience to shift me.