Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 475 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Blessing on your good heart, and so she is by my troth. Didst thou hear me? Yes: and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gadshill: you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose, to try my patience. No, no, no: not so: I did not think, thou wast within hearing. I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse, and then I know how to handle you. No abuse (Hall) on mine Honour, no abuse. Not to dispraise me? and call me Pantler, and Bread-chopper, and I know not what? No abuse (Hal.) No abuse? No abuse (Ned) in the World: honest Ned none. I dispraised him before the Wicked, that the Wicked might not fall in love with him: In which doing, I have done the part of a careful Friend, and a true Subject, and thy Father is to give me thankes for it. No abuse (Hal:) none (Ned) none; no Boys, none. See now whether pure Fear, and entire Cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous Gentlewoman, to close with us? Is she of the Wicked? Is thine Hostess here, of the Wicked? Or is the Boy of the Wicked? Or honest Bardolph (whose Zeal burns in his Nose) of the Wicked? Answer thou dead Elm, answer. The Fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable, and his Face is Lucifer's Priuy-Kitchin, where he doth nothing but roast Maultwormes: for the Boy, there is a good Angel about him, but the Devil out-bids him too. For the Women? For one of them, she is in Hell already, and burns poor Souls: for the other, I own her Money; and whether she be damned for that, I know not. No, I warrant you. No, I think thou art not: I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another Indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the Law, for the which I think thou wilt howl. All Victuallers do so: What is a joint of Mutton, or two, in a whole Lent? You, Gentlewoman. What says your Grace? His Grace says that, which his flesh rebels against. Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the door there, Francis? Peto, how now? what news? The King, your Father, is at Westminster, And there are twenty weak and wearied Posts, Come from the North: and as I came along, I met, and overtook a dozen Captains, Bareheaded, sweeting, knocking at the Taverns, And ask every one for Sir Iohn Falstaff. By Heaven (Poines) I feel me much to blame, So idly to profane the precious time, When Tempest of Commotion, like the South, Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt, And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. Give me my Sword, and Cloak: Falstaff, good night.
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'Bleſſing on your good heart, and ſo ſhee is by my troth. Didſt thou heare me? Yes: and you knew me, as you did when you ranne away by Gads-hill: you knew I was at your back, and ſpoke it on purpoſe, to trie my patience. No, no, no: not ſo: I did not thinke, thou waſt within hearing. I ſhall driue you then to confeſſe the wilfull abuſe, and then I know how to handle you. No abuſe (Hall) on mine Honor, no abuſe. Not to diſprayſe me? and call me Pantler, and Bread-chopper, and I know not what? No abuſe (Hal.) No abuſe? No abuſe (Ned) in the World: honeſt Ned none. I diſprays'd him before the Wicked, that the Wicked might not fall in loue with him: In which doing, I haue done the part of a carefull Friend, and a true Subiect, and thy Father is to giue me thankes for it. No abuſe (Hal:) none (Ned) none; no Boyes, none. See now whether pure Feare, and entire Cowardiſe, doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentlewoman, to cloſe with vs? Is ſhee of the Wicked? Is thine Hoſteſſe heere, of the Wicked? Or is the Boy of the Wicked? Or honeſt Bardolph (whoſe Zeale burnes in his Noſe) of the Wicked? Anſwere thou dead Elme, anſwere. The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecouerable, and his Face is Lucifers Priuy-Kitchin, where hee doth nothing but roſt Mault-Wormes: for the Boy, there is a good Angell about him, but the Deuill outbids him too. For the Women? For one of them, ſhee is in Hell alreadie, and burnes poore Soules: for the other, I owe her Money; and whether ſhee bee damn'd for that, I know not. No, I warrant you. No, I thinke thou art not: I thinke thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another Indictment vpon thee, for ſuffering fleſh to bee eaten in thy houſe, contrary to the Law, for the which I thinke thou wilt howle. All Victuallers doe ſo: What is a Ioynt of Mutton, or two, in a whole Lent? You, Gentlewoman. What ſayes your Grace? His Grace ſayes that, which his fleſh rebells againſt. Who knocks ſo lowd at doore? Looke to the doore there, Francis? Peto, how now? what newes? The King, your Father, is at Weſtminſter, And there are twentie weake and wearied Poſtes, Come from the North: and as I came along, I met, and ouer-tooke a dozen Captaines, Bare-headed, ſweating, knocking at the Tauernes, And asking euery one for Sir Iohn Falſtaffe. By Heauen (Poines) I feele me much to blame, So idly to prophane the precious time, When Tempeſt of Commotion, like the South, Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt, And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads. Giue me my Sword, and Cloake: Falſtaffe, good night.