Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Now Master Gower; What news? The King (my Lord) and Henry Prince of Wales Are near at hand: The rest the Paper tells. As I am a Gentleman. Nay, you said so before. As I am a Gentleman. Come, no more words of it By this Heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn both my Plate, and the Tapestry of my dining Chambers. Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for thy walls a pretty slight Drollery, or the Story of the Prodigal, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is worth a thousand of these Bed-hanging, and these Fly-bitten Tapestries. Let it be ten pound (if thou canst.) Come, if it were not for thy humours, there is not a better Wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw thy Action: Come, thou must not be in this humour with me, come, I know thou was't set on to this. Prithee (Sir Iohn) let it be but twenty Nobles, I loathe to pawn my Plate, in good earnest la. Let it alone, I'll make other shift: you'll be a fool still. Well, you shall have it although I pawn my Gown. I hope you'll come to Supper: You'll pay me altogether? Will I live? Go with her, with her: hooke-on, hooke-on. Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper? No more words. Let's have her. I have heard bitter news. What's the news (my good Lord?) Where lay the King last night? At Basingstoke my Lord. I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the news my Lord? Come all his Forces back? No: Fifteen hundred Foot, five hundred Horse Are marched up to my Lord of Lancaster, Against Northumberland, and the Archbishop. Comes the King back from Wales, my noble L? You shall have Letters of me presently. Come, go along with me, good M. Gowre. My Lord. What's the matter? Master Gowre, shall I entreat you with me to dinner? I must wait upon my good Lord here. I thank you, good Sir Iohn. Sir Iohn, you loiter here too long being you are to take Soldiers up, in Countries as you go. Will you sup with me, Master Gowre? What foolish Master taught you these manners, Sir Iohn? Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a Fool that taught them me. This is the right Fencing grace (my Lord) tap for tap, and so part fair. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great Foole. Trust me, I am exceeding weary. Is it come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have attached one of so high blood. It doth me: though it discolours the complexion of my Greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vildly in me, to desire small Beer? Why, a Prince should not be so loosely studied, as to remember so weak a Composition.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now Maſter Gower; What newes? The King (my Lord) and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand: The reſt the Paper telles. As I am a Gentleman. Nay, you ſaid ſo before. As I am a Gentleman. Come, no more words of it By this Heauenly ground I tread on, I muſt be faine to pawne both my Plate, and the Tapiſtry of my dyning Chambers. Glaſſes, glaſſes, is the onely drinking: and for thy walles a pretty ſlight Drollery, or the Storie of the Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is worth a thouſand of theſe Bed-hangings, and theſe Fly-bitten Tapiſtries. Let it be tenne pound (if thou canſt.) Come, if it were not for thy humors, there is not a better Wench in England. Go, waſh thy face, and draw thy Action: Come, thou muſt not bee in this humour with me, come, I know thou was't ſet on to this. Prethee (Sir Iohn) let it be but twenty Nobles, I loath to pawne my Plate, in good earneſt la. Let it alone, Ile make other ſhift: you'l be a fool ſtill. Well, you ſhall haue it although I pawne my Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l pay me altogether? Will I liue? Go with her, with her: hooke-on, hooke-on. Will you haue Doll Teare-ſheet meet you at ſupper? No more words. Let's haue her. I haue heard bitter newes. What's the newes (my good Lord?) Where lay the King laſt night? At Baſingſtoke my Lord. I hope (my Lord) all's well. What is the newes my Lord? Come all his Forces backe? No: Fifteene hundred Foot, fiue hundred Horſe Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaſter, Againſt Northumberland, and the Archbiſhop. Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble L? You ſhall haue Lettes of me preſently. Come, go along with me, good M. Gowre. My Lord. What's the matter? Maſter Gowre, ſhall I entreate you with mee to dinner? I muſt waite vpon my good Lord heere. I thanke you, good Sir Iohn. Sir Iohn, you loyter heere too long being you are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries as you go. Will you ſup with me, Maſter Gowre? What fooliſh Maſter taught you theſe manners, Sir Iohn? Maſter Gower, if they become mee not, hee was a Foole that taught them mee. This is the right Fencing grace (my Lord) tap for tap, and ſo part faire. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great Foole. Truſt me, I am exceeding weary. Is it come to that? I had thought wearines durſt not haue attach'd one of ſo high blood. It doth me: though it diſcolours the complexion of my Greatneſſe to acknowledge it. Doth it not ſhew vildely in me, to deſire ſmall Beere? Why, a Prince ſhould not be ſo looſely ſtudied, as to remember ſo weake a Compoſition.