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 · 484 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.
Good-morrow, good Cousin Shallow. And how doth my Cousin, your Bed-fellow? and your fairest Daughter, and mine, my Goddaughter Ellen? Alas, a black Ouzel (Cousin Shallow.) By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my Cousin William is become a good Scholar? he is at Oxford still, is he not? Indeed Sir, to my cost. He must then to the Inns of Court shortly: I was once of Clement's Inn; where (I think) they will talk of mad Shallow yet. You were called lusty Shallow then (Cousin.) I was called any thing: and I would have done any thing indeed too, and roundly too. There was I, and little Iohn Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pick-bone, and Will Squele a Cot-sal-man, you had not four such Swindge-bucklers in all the Inns of Court again: And I may say to you, we knew where the Bona-Roba's were, and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Iacke Falstaff (now Sir Iohn) a Boy, and Page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk. This Sir Iohn (Cousin) that comes hither anon about Soldiers? The same Sir Iohn, the very same: I saw him break Scoggan's Head at the Court-Gate, when he was a Crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight with one Samson Stockfish, a Fruiterer, behind Greyes-Inne. Oh the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old Acquaintance are dead? We shall all follow (Cousin.) Certain: 'tis certain: very sure, very sure: Death is certain to all, all shall dye. How a good Yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fair? Truly Cousin, I was not there. Death is certain. Is old Double of your Town living yet? Dead, Sir. Dead? See, see: he drew a good Bow: and dead? he shot a fine shoot. Iohn of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead? he would have clapped in the Clowt at Twelvescore, and carried you a forehand Shaft at fourteen, and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see. How a score of Ewes now? Thereafter as they be: a score of good Ewes may be worth ten pounds. And is old Double dead? here come two of Sir Iohn Falstaffes Men (as I think.) Good-morrow, honest Gentlemen. I beseech you, which is justice Shallow? I am Robert Shallow (Sir) a poor Esquire of this County, and one of the King's justices of the Peace: What is your good pleasure with me? My Captain (Sir) commends him to you: my Captain, Sir Iohn Falstaff: a tall Gentleman, and a most gallant Leader. He greets me well: (Sir) I knew him a good Back-Sword-man. How doth the good Knight? may I ask, how my Lady his Wife doth? Sir, pardon: a Soldier is better accommodated, then with a Wife.
seed 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)
Good-morrow, good Couſin Shallow. And how doth my Couſin, your Bed-fellow? and your faireſt Daughter, and mine, my God-Daughter Ellen? Alas, a blacke Ouzell (Couſin Shallow.) By yea and nay, Sir, I dare ſay my Couſin William is become a good Scholler? hee is at Oxford ſtill, is hee not? Indeede Sir, to my coſt. Hee muſt then to the Innes of Court ſhortly: I was once of Clements Inne; where (I thinke) they will talke of mad Shallow yet. You were call'd luſtie Shallow then (Couſin.) I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done any thing indeede too, and roundly too. There was I, and little Iohn Doit of Staffordſhire, and blacke George Bare, and Francis Pick-bone, and Will Squele a Cot-ſal-man, you had not foure ſuch Swindge-bucklers in all the Innes of Court againe: And I may ſay to you, wee knew where the Bona-Roba's were, and had the beſt of them all at commandement. Then was Iacke Falſtaffe (now Sir Iohn) a Boy, and Page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolke. This Sir Iohn (Couſin) that comes hither anon about Souldiers? The ſame Sir Iohn, the very ſame: I ſaw him breake Scoggan's Head at the Court-Gate, when hee was a Crack, not thus high: and the very ſame day did I fight with one Sampſon Stock-fiſh, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes-Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue ſpent! and to ſee how many of mine olde Acquaintance are dead? Wee ſhall all follow (Couſin.) Certaine: 'tis certaine: very ſure, very ſure: Death is certaine to all, all ſhall dye. How a good Yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre? Truly Couſin, I was not there. Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne liuing yet? Dead, Sir. Dead? See, ſee: hee drew a good Bow: and dead? hee ſhot a fine ſhoote. Iohn of Gaunt loued him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead? hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelue-ſcore, and carryed you a fore-hand Shaft at foureteene, and foureteene and a halfe, that it would haue done a mans heart good to ſee. How a ſcore of Ewes now? Thereafter as they be: a ſcore of good Ewes may be worth tenne pounds. And is olde Double dead? Heere come two of Sir Iohn Falſtaffes Men (as I thinke.) Good-morrow, honeſt Gentlemen. I beſeech you, which is Iuſtice Shallow? I am Robert Shallow (Sir) a poore Eſquire of this Countie, and one of the Kings Iuſtices of the Peace: What is your good pleaſure with me? My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you: my Captaine, Sir Iohn Falſtaffe: a tall Gentleman, and a moſt gallant Leader. Hee greetes me well: (Sir) I knew him a good Back-Sword-man. How doth the good Knight? may I aske, how my Lady his Wife doth? Sir, pardon: a Souldier is better accommodated, then with a Wife.