Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the brain of this foolish compounded Clay-man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter, more than I invent, or is invented on me. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelmed all her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Service for any other reason, then to set me off, why then I have no judgement. Thou whoreson Mandrake, thou art fit to be worn in my cap, then to wait at my heels. I was never manned with an Agate till now: but I will set you neither in Gold, nor Silver, but in vild apparel, and send you back again to your Master, for a jewel. The Iwenall (the Prince your Master) whose Chin is not yet fledged, I will sooner have a beard grow in the Palm of my hand, than he shall get one on his cheek: yet he will not stick to say, his Face is a Face-Royall. Heaven may finish it when he will, it is not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a Face-Royall, for a Barber shall never earn six pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever since his Father was a Bachelor. He may keep his own Grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can assure him. What said M. Dombledon, about the Satin for my short Cloak, and Slops? He said sir, you should procure him better Assurance, than Bardolfe: he would not take his Bond & yours, he liked not the Security. Let him be damned like the Glutton, may his Tongue be hotter, a whoreson Achitophel; a Rascally-yea-forsooth-knave, to bear a Gentleman in hand, and then stand upon Security? The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of Keys at their girdles: and if a man is through with them in honest Taking-up, than they must stand upon Security: I had as lief they would put Ratsbane in my mouth, as offer to stop it with Security. I looked he should have sent me two and twenty yards of Satin (as I am true Knight) and he sends me Security. Well, he may sleep in Security, for he hath the horn of Abundance: and the lightness of his Wife shines through it, and yet cannot he see, though he have his own Lantern to light him. Where's Bardolfe? He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse. I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield. If I could get me a wife in the Stews, I were Manned, Horsed, and Wived. Sir, here comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him, about Bardolfe. Wait close, I will not see him. What's he that goes there? Falstaff, and't please your Lordship.
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Men of all ſorts take a pride to gird at mee: the braine of this fooliſh compounded Clay-man, is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I inuent, or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my ſelfe, but the cauſe that wit is in other men. I doe heere walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reaſon, then to ſet mee off, why then I haue no iudgement. Thou horſon Mandrake, thou art fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles. I was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now: but I will ſette you neyther in Gold, nor Siluer, but in vilde apparell, and ſend you backe againe to your Maſter, for a Iewell. The Iuuenall (the Prince your Maſter) whoſe Chin is not yet fledg'd, I will ſooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of my hand, then he ſhall get one on his cheeke: yet he will not ſticke to ſay, his Face is a Face-Royall. Heauen may finiſh it when he will, it is not a haire amiſſe yet: he may keepe it ſtill at a Face-Royall, for a Barber ſhall neuer earne ſix pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man euer ſince his Father was a Batchellour. He may keepe his owne Grace, but he is almoſt out of mine, I can aſſure him. What ſaid M. Dombledon, about the Satten for my ſhort Cloake, and Slops? He ſaid ſir, you ſhould procure him better Aſſurance, then Bardolfe: he wold not take his Bond & yours, he lik'd not the Security. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton, may his Tongue be hotter, a horſon Achitophel; a Raſcally-yea-forſooth-knaue, to beare a Gentleman in hand, and then ſtand vpon Security? The horſon ſmooth-pates doe now weare nothing but high ſhoes, and bunches of Keyes at their girdles: and if a man is through with them in honeſt Taking-vp, then they muſt ſtand vpon Securitie: I had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth, as offer to ſtoppe it with Security. I look'd hee ſhould haue ſent me two and twenty yards of Satten (as I am true Knight) and he ſends me Security. Well, he may ſleep in Security, for he hath the horne of Abundance: and the lightneſſe of his Wife ſhines through it, and yet cannot he ſee, though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him. Where's Bardolfe? He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worſhip a horſe. I bought him in Paules, and hee'l buy mee a horſe in Smithfield. If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes, I were Mann'd, Hors'd, and Wiu'd. Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for ſtriking him, about Bardolfe. Wait cloſe, I will not ſee him. What's he that goes there? Falſtaffe, and't pleaſe your Lordſhip.