Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.79 · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Come you pernicious Ass, you bashful Fool, must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? what a Maidenly man at Arms are you become? Is it such a matter to get a Pottle-pots Maidenhead? He called me even now (my Lord) through a red Lattice, and I could discern no part of his face from the window: at last I spied his eyes, and me thought he had made two holes in the Alewives new Petticoat, & peeped through. Hath not the boy profited? Away, you whoreson upright Rabbit, away. Away, you rascally Althaea's dream, away. Instruct us Boy: what dream, Boy? Marry (my Lord) Althaea dreamed, she was delivered of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him her dream. A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation: There it is, Boy. O that this good Blossom could be kept from Cankers: Well, there is six pence to preserve thee. If you do not make him be hanged among you, the gallows shall be wronged. And how doth thy Master, Bardolph? Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces coming to Town. There's a Letter for you. Delivered with good respect: And how doth the Martlemas, your Master? In bodily health Sir. Marry, the immortal part needs a Physician: but that moves not him: though that be sick, it dies not. I do allow this Wen to be as familiar with me, as my dog: and he holds his place, for look you he writes. Iohn Falstaff Knight: (Every man must know that, as oft as he hath occasion to name himself:) Even like those that are kin to the King, for they never prick their finger, but they say, there is some of the king's blood spilt. How comes that (says he) that takes upon him not to conceive? the answer is as ready as a borrowed cap: I am the Kings poor Cousin, Sir. Nay, they will be kin to us, but they will fetch it from Iaphet. But to the Letter:— Sir Iohn Falstaff, Knight, to the Son of the King, nearest his Father, Harrie Prince of Wales, greeting. Why this is a Certificate. Peace. I will imitate the honourable Romans' in brevity. Sure he means brevity in breath: shortwinded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Pointz, for he misuses thy Favours so much, that he swears thou art to marry his Sister Nell. Repent at idle times as thou mayst, and so farewell. Thine, by yea and no: which is as much as to say, as thou usest him. Iacke Falstaff with my Familiars: Iohn with my Brothers and Sister: & Sir Iohn, with all Europe. My Lord, I will steep this Letter in Sack, and make him eat it. That's to make him eat twenty of his Words. But do you use me thus Ned? Must I marry your Sister? May the Wench have no worse Fortune. But I never said so.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 550–576 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 51 in this edition
Length
496 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.789 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come you pernitious Aſſe, you baſhfull Foole, muſt you be bluſhing? Wherefore bluſh you now? what a Maidenly man at Armes are you become? Is it ſuch a matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head? He call'd me euen now (my Lord) through a red Lattice, and I could diſcerne no part of his face from the window: at laſt I ſpy'd his eyes, and me thought he had made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat, & peeped through. Hath not the boy profited? Away, you horſon vpright Rabbet, away. Away, you raſcally Altheas dreame, away. Inſtruct vs Boy: what dreame, Boy? Marry (my Lord) Althea dream'd, ſhe was deliuer'd of a Firebrand, and therefore I call him hir dream. A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation: There it is, Boy. O that this good Bloſſome could bee kept from Cankers: Well, there is ſix pence to preſerue thee. If you do not make him be hang'd among you, the gallowes ſhall be wrong'd. And how doth thy Maſter, Bardolph? Well, my good Lord: he heard of your Graces comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you. Deliuer'd with good reſpect: And how doth the Martlemas, your Maſter? In bodily health Sir. Marry, the immortall part needes a Phyſitian: but that moues not him: though that bee ſicke, it dyes not. I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with me, as my dogge: and he holds his place, for looke you he writes. Iohn Falſtaffe Knight: (Euery man muſt know that, as oft as hee hath occaſion to name himſelfe:) Euen like thoſe that are kinne to the King, for they neuer pricke their finger, but they ſay, there is ſom of the kings blood ſpilt. How comes that (ſayes he) that takes vpon him not to conceiue? the anſwer is as ready as a borrowed cap: I am the Kings poore Coſin, Sir. Nay, they will be kin to vs, but they wil fetch it from Iaphet. But to the Letter: —Sir Iohn Falſtaffe, Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neereſt his Father, Harrie Prince of Wales, greeting. Why this is a Certificate. Peace. I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie. Sure he meanes breuity in breath: ſhort-winded. I commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee not too familiar with Pointz, for hee miſuſes thy Fauours ſo much, that he ſweares thou art to marrie his Siſter Nell. Repent at idle times as thou mayſt, and ſo farewell. Thine, by yea and no: which is as much as to ſay, as thou vſeſt him. Iacke Falſtaffe with my Familiars: Iohn with my Brothers and Siſter: & Sir Iohn, with all Europe. My Lord, I will ſteepe this Letter in Sack, and make him eate it. That's to make him eate twenty of his Words. But do you vſe me thus Ned? Muſt I marry your Siſter? May the Wench haue no worſe Fortune. But I neuer ſaid ſo.