Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Henry the Fourth · chunk 18 of 51

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

Better than I was: Hem. Why that was well said: A good heart's worth Gold. Look, here comes Sir Iohn. When Arthur first in Court— (empty the Iordan) and was a worthy King: How now Mistress Dol? Sick of a Calm: yea, goodsooth. So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calm, they are sick. You muddy Rascal, is that all the comfort you give me? You make fat Rascals, Mistress Dol. I make them? Gluttony and Diseases make them, I make them not. If the Cook make the Gluttony, you help to make the Diseases (Dol) we catch of you (Dol) we catch of you: Grant that my poor Virtue, grant that. I marry, our Chains, and our jewels. Your Brooches, Pearls, and Ouches: For to serve bravely, is to come halting off: you know, to come off the Breach, with his Pike bent bravely, and to Surgery bravely; to venture upon the charg'd-Chambers bravely. Why this is the old fashion: you two never meet, but you fall to some discord: you are both (in good troth) as Rheumatic as two dry Tostes, you cannot one bear with another's Confirmities. What the goodyere? One must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker Vessel; as they say, the emptier Vessel. Can a weak empty Vessel bear such a huge full Hogshead? There's a whole Merchant's Venture of Burdeux-Stuffe in him: you have not seen a Hulk better stuffed in the Hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee Iacke: Thou art going to the Wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again, or no, there is no body cares. Sir, Ancient Pistol is below, and would speak with you. Hang him, swaggering Rascal, let him not come hither: it is the foule-mouth'dst Rogue in England. If he swagger, let him not come here: I must live amongst my Neighbours, I'll no Swaggerers: I am in good name, and fame, with the very best: shut the door, there comes no Swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you. Dost thou hear, Hostess? Pray you pacify yourself (Sir Iohn) there comes no Swaggerers here. Dost thou hear? it is mine Ancient. Tillyvally (Sir Iohn) never tell me, your ancient Swaggerer comes not in my doors. I was before Master Tisick the Deputy, the other day: and as he said to me, it was no longer ago than Wednesday last: Neighbour Quickly (says he;) Master Dumb, our Minister, was by then: Neighbour Quickly (says he) receive those that are Civil; for (saith he) you are in an ill Name: now he said so, I can tell whereupon: for (says he) you are an honest Woman, and well thought on; therefore take heed what Guests you receive: Receive (says he) no swaggering Companions. There comes none here. You would bless you to hear what he said. No, I'll no Swaggerers.
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Play2 Henry the Fourth
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [c.1597-1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1596-1600]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 379 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.18
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 677–696 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 51 in this edition
Length493 words · 714 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns at 0.763
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Better then I was: Hem. Why that was well ſaid: A good heart's worth Gold. Looke, here comes Sir Iohn. When Arthur firſt in Court—(emptie the Iordan) and was a worthy King: How now Miſtris Dol? Sick of a Calme: yea, good-ſooth. So is all her Sect: if they be once in a Calme, they are ſick. You muddie Raſcall, is that all the comfort you giue me? You make fat Raſcalls, Miſtris Dol. I make them? Gluttonie and Diſeaſes make them, I make them not. If the Cooke make the Gluttonie, you helpe to make the Diſeaſes (Dol) we catch of you (Dol) we catch of you: Grant that my poore Vertue, grant that. I marry, our Chaynes, and our Iewels. Your Brooches, Pearles, and Owches: For to ſerue brauely, is to come halting off: you know, to come off the Breach, with his Pike bent brauely, and to Surgerie brauely; to venture vpon the charg'd-Chambers brauely. Why this is the olde faſhion: you two neuer meete, but you fall to ſome diſcord: you are both (in good troth) as Rheumatike as two drie Toſtes, you cannot one beare with anothers Confirmities. What the good-yere? One muſt beare, and that muſt bee you: you are the weaker Veſſell; as they ſay, the emptier Veſſell. Can a weake emptie Veſſell beare ſuch a huge full Hogs-head? There's a whole Marchants Venture of Burdeux-Stuffe in him: you haue not ſeene a Hulke better ſtufft in the Hold. Come, Ile be friends with thee Iacke: Thou art going to the Warres, and whether I ſhall euer ſee thee againe, or no, there is no body cares. Sir, Ancient Pistoll is below, and would ſpeake with you. Hang him, ſwaggering Raſcall, let him not come hither: it is the foule-mouth'dſt Rogue in England. If hee ſwagger, let him not come here: I muſt liue amongſt my Neighbors, Ile no Swaggerers: I am in good name, and fame, with the very beſt: ſhut the doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere: I haue not liu'd all this while, to haue ſwaggering now: ſhut the doore, I pray you. Do'ſt thou heare, Hoſteſſe? 'Pray you pacifie your ſelfe (Sir Iohn) there comes no Swaggerers heere. Do'ſt thou heare? it is mine Ancient. Tilly-fally (Sir Iohn) neuer tell me, your ancient Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Maſter Tiſick the Deputie, the other day: and as hee ſaid to me, it was no longer agoe then Wedneſday laſt: Neighbour Quickly (ſayes hee;) Maſter Dombe, our Miniſter, was by then: Neighbour Quickly (ſayes hee) receiue thoſe that are Ciuill; for (ſayth hee) you are in an ill Name: now hee ſaid ſo, I can tell whereupon: for (ſayes hee) you are an honeſt Woman, and well thought on; therefore take heede what Gueſts you receiue: Receiue (ſayes hee) no ſwaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You would bleſſe you to heare what hee ſaid. No, Ile no Swaggerers.