Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
To punish you by the heels, would amend the attention of your ears, & I care not if I be your Physician I am as poor as Iob, my Lord; but not so Patiented: your Lordship may minister the Potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of Poverty: but how I should be your Patient, to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or indeed, a scruple itself. I sent for you (when there were matters against you for your life) to come speak with me. As I was then advised by my learned Council, in the laws of this landservice, I did not come. Well, the truth is (sir Iohn) you live in great infamy He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live in less. Your Means is very slender, and your waist great. I would it were otherwise: I would my Means were greater, and my waste slenderer. You have misled the youthful Prince. The young Prince hath misled me. I am the Fellow with the great belly, and he my Dog. Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury, hath a little gilded over your Night's exploit on Gadshill. You may thank the unquiet time, for your quiet o're-posting that Action. My Lord? But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping Wolf. To wake a Wolf, is as bad as to smell a Fox. What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out A Wassell-Candle, my Lord; all Tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity. His effect of grauy, grauy, grauy. You follow the young Prince up and down, like his evil Angel. Not so (my Lord) your ill Angel is light: but I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me without, weighing: and yet, in some respects I grant, I cannot go: I cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these Costormongers, that true valour is turned Beareheard. Pregnancy is made a Tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent to man (as the malice of this Age shapes them) are not worth a Gooseberry. You that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young: you measure the heat of our Livers, with the bitterness of your galls: & we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old, with all the Characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an incresing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your wit single? and every part about you blasted with Antiquity? and will you call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, sir Iohn.
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To puniſh you by the heeles, would amend the attention of your eares, & I care not if I be your Phyſitian I am as poore as Iob, my Lord; but not ſo Patient: your Lordſhip may miniſter the Potion of impriſonment to me, in reſpect of Pouertie: but how I ſhould bee your Patient, to follow your preſcriptions, the wiſe may make ſome dram of a ſcruple, or indeede, a ſcruple it ſelfe. I ſent for you (when there were matters againſt you for your life) to come ſpeake with me. As I was then aduiſed by my learned Councel, in the lawes of this Land-ſeruice, I did not come. Wel, the truth is (ſir Iohn) you liue in great infamy He that buckles him in my belt, cānot liue in leſſe. Your Meanes is very ſlender, and your waſt great. I would it were otherwiſe: I would my Meanes were greater, and my waſte ſlenderer. You haue miſled the youthfull Prince. The yong Prince hath miſled mee. I am the Fellow with the great belly, and he my Dogge. Well, I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound: your daies ſeruice at Shrewsbury, hath a little gilded ouer your Nights exploit on Gads-hill. You may thanke the vnquiet time, for your quiet o're-poſting that Action. My Lord? But ſince all is wel, keep it ſo: wake not a ſleeping Wolfe. To wake a Wolfe, is as bad as to ſmell a Fox. What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out A Waſſell-Candle, my Lord; all Tallow: if I did ſay of wax, my growth would approue the truth. There is not a white haire on your face, but ſhold haue his effect of grauity. His effect of grauy, grauy, grauy. You follow the yong Prince vp and downe, like his euill Angell. Not ſo (my Lord) your ill Angell is light: but I hope, he that lookes vpon mee, will take mee without, weighing: and yet, in ſome reſpects I grant, I cannot go: I cannot tell. Vertue is of ſo little regard in theſe Coſtormongers, that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard. Pregnancie is made a Tapſter, and hath his quicke wit waſted in giuing Recknings: all the other gifts appertinent to man (as the malice of this Age ſhapes them) are not woorth a Gooſeberry. You that are old, conſider not the capacities of vs that are yong: you meaſure the heat of our Liuers, with the bitternes of your gals: & we that are in the vaward of our youth, I muſt confeſſe, are wagges too. Do you ſet downe your name in the ſcrowle of youth, that are written downe old, with all the Charracters of age? Haue you not a moiſt eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheeke? a white beard? a decreaſing leg? an increſing belly? Is not your voice broken? your winde ſhort? your wit ſingle? and euery part about you blaſted with Antiquity? and wil you cal your ſelfe yong? Fy, fy, fy, ſir Iohn.