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 · 503 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.
Thou art a very ragged Wart. Shall I prick him down, Sir Iohn? It were superfluous: for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins: prick him no more. Ha', ha', ha', you can do it sir: you can do it: I commend you well. here sir. What Trade art thou Feeble? A Woman's Tailor sir. Shall I prick him, sir? You may: But if he had been a man's Tailor, he would have pricked you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's Battle, as thou hast done in a Woman's petticoat? I will do my good will sir, you can have no more. Well said, good Woman's Tailor: Well said Courageous Feeble: thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful Dove, or most magnanimous Mouse. Prick the woman's Tailor well Master Shallow, deep Master Shallow. I would Wart might have gone sir. I would thou wert a man's Tailor, that thou mightst mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private soldier, that is the Leader of so many thousands. Let that suffice, most Forcible Feeble. It shall suffice. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is the next? Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene. Yea marry, let us see Bulcalfe. here sir. Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come, prick me Bulcalfe till he roar again. Oh, good my Lord Captain. What? dost thou roar before th' art pricked. Oh sir, I am a diseased man. What disease hast thou? A whoreson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught with Ringing in the King's affairs, upon his Coronation day, sir. Come, thou shalt go to the Wars in a Gown: we will have away thy Cold, and I will take such order, that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all? There is two more called than your number: you must have but four here sir, and so I pray you go in with me to dinner. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you in good troth, Master Shallow. O sir Iohn, do you remember since we lay all night in the Windmill, in S George's Field. No more of that good Master Shallow: No more of that. Ha'? it was a merry night. And is Iane Nightwork alive? She lives, M. Shallow. She never could away with me. Never, never: she would always say she could not abide M. Shallow. I could anger her to the heart: she was then a Bona-Roba. Doth she hold her own well. Old, old, M. Shallow. Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old: certain she's old: and had Robin Nightwork, by old Nightwork, before I came to Clement's Inn. That's fifty five years ago. Ha, Cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that, that this Knight and I have seen: hah, Sir Iohn, said I well? We have heard the Chymes at midnight, Master Shallow.
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Thou art a very ragged Wart. Shall I pricke him downe, Sir Iohn? It were ſuperfluous: for his apparrel is built vpon his backe, and the whole frame ſtands vpon pins: prick him no more. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it ſir: you can doe it: I commend you well. Heere ſir. What Trade art thou Feeble? A Womans Taylor ſir. Shall I pricke him, ſir? You may: But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Battaile, as thou haſt done in a Womans petticote? I will doe my good will ſir, you can haue no more. Well ſaid, good Womans Tailour: Well ſayde Couragious Feeble: thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrathfull Doue, or moſt magnanimous Mouſe. Pricke the womans Taylour well Maſter Shallow, deepe Maiſter Shallow. I would Wart might haue gone ſir. I would thou wert a mans Tailor, that yu might'ſt mend him, and make him fit to goe. I cannot put him to a priuate ſouldier, that is the Leader of ſo many thouſands. Let that ſuffice, moſt Forcible Feeble. It ſhall ſuffice. I am bound to thee, reuerend Feeble. Who is the next? Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene. Yea marry, let vs ſee Bulcalfe. Heere ſir. Truſt me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me Bulcalfe till he roare againe. Oh, good my Lord Captaine. What? do'ſt thou roare before th' art prickt. Oh ſir, I am a diſeaſed man. What diſeaſe haſt thou? A whorſon cold ſir, a cough ſir, which I caught with Ringing in the Kings affayres, vpon his Coronation day, ſir. Come, thou ſhalt go to the Warres in a Gowne: we will haue away thy Cold, and I will take ſuch order, that thy friends ſhall ring for thee. Is heere all? There is two more called then your number: you muſt haue but foure heere ſir, and ſo I pray you go in with me to dinner. Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to ſee you in good troth, Maſter Shallow. O ſir Iohn, doe you remember ſince wee lay all night in the Winde-mill, in S Georges Field. No more of that good Maſter Shallow: No more of that. Ha? it was a merry night. And is Iane Night-worke aliue? She liues, M. Shallow. She neuer could away with me. Neuer, neuer: ſhe would alwayes ſay ſhee could not abide M. Shallow. I could anger her to the heart: ſhee was then a Bona-Roba. Doth ſhe hold her owne well. Old, old, M. Shallow. Nay, ſhe muſt be old, ſhe cannot chooſe but be old: certaine ſhee's old: and had Robin Night-worke, by old Night-worke, before I came to Clements Inne. That's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe. Hah, Couſin Silence, that thou hadſt ſeene that, that this Knight and I haue ſeene: hah, Sir Iohn, ſaid I well? Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid-night, Maſter Shallow.