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 · 489 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.
He is not his Craftsmaster, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end-Greene, when I lay at Clement's Inn, I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's Show: there was a little quiver fellow, and he would manage you his Piece thus: and he would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in: Rah, tah, tah, would he say, Bounce would he say, and away again would he go, and again would he come: I shall never see such a fellow. These fellows will do well, Master Shallow Farewell Master Silence, I will not use many words with you: far you well, gentlemans both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile to night. Bardolph, give the Soldiers' Coats. Sir Iohn, Heaven bless you, and prosper your Affairs, and send us Peace. As you return, visit my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradventure I will with you to the Court. I would you would, Master Shallow. Go-to: I have spoke at a word. Far you well. Far you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bardolph, lead the men away. As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. How subject we old men are to this vice of Lying? This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his Youth, and the Feats he hath done about Turnball-street, and every third word a Lie, duer paid to the hearer, than the Turks Tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after Supper, of a Cheese-paring. When he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked Radish, with a Head fantastically carved upon it with a Knife. He was so forlorn, that his Dimensions (to any thick sight) were invincible. He was the very Genius of Famine: he came ever in the rearward of the Fashion: And now is this Vice's Dagger become a Squire, and talks as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt, as if he had been sworn Brother to him: and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once in the Tiltyard, and then he burst his Head, for crowding among the Marshal's men. I saw it, and told Iohn of Gaunt, he beat his own Name, for you might have trussed him and all his Apparel into an Eel-skin: the Case of a Triple Hoe-boy was a Mansion for him: a Court: and now hath he Land, and Beefs. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return: and it shall go hard, but I will make him a Philosophers two Stones to me. If the young Dace be a Bait for the old Pike, I see no reason, in the Law of Nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. What is this Forest called? 'Tis Gualtree Forrest, and't shall please your Grace.
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Hee is not his Crafts-maſter, hee doth not doe it right. I remember at Mile-end-Greene, when I lay at Clements Inne, I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthurs Show: there was a little quiuer fellow, and hee would manage you his Peece thus: and hee would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in: Rah, tah, tah, would hee ſay, Bownce would hee ſay, and away againe would hee goe, and againe would he come: I ſhall neuer ſee ſuch a fellow. Theſe fellowes will doe well, Maſter Shallow Farewell Maſter Silence, I will not vſe many wordes with you: fare you well, Gentlemen both: I thanke you: I muſt a dozen mile to night. Bardolph, giue the Souldiers Coates. Sir Iohn, Heauen bleſſe you, and proſper your Affaires, and ſend vs Peace. As you returne, viſit my houſe. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: peraduenture I will with you to the Court. I would you would, Maſter Shallow. Go-too: I haue ſpoke at a word. Fare you well. Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bardolph, leade the men away. As I returne, I will fetch off theſe Iuſtices: I doe ſee the bottome of Iuſtice Shallow. How ſubiect wee old men are to this vice of Lying? This ſame ſtaru'd Iuſtice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildeneſſe of his Youth, and the Feates hee hath done about Turnball-ſtreet, and euery third word a Lye, duer pay'd to the hearer, then the Turkes Tribute. I doe remember him at Clements Inne, like a man made after Supper, of a Cheeſe-paring. When hee was naked, hee was, for all the world, like a forked Radiſh, with a Head fantaſtically caru'd vpon it with a Knife. Hee was ſo forlorne, that his Dimenſions (to any thicke ſight) were inuincible. Hee was the very Genius of Famine: hee came euer in the rere-ward of the Faſhion: And now is this Vices Dagger become a Squire, and talkes as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt, as if hee had beene ſworne Brother to him: and Ile be ſworne hee neuer ſaw him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he burſt his Head, for crowding among the Marſhals men. I ſaw it, and told Iohn of Gaunt, hee beat his owne Name, for you might haue truſs'd him and all his Apparrell into an Eele-skinne: the Caſe of a Treble Hoe-boy was a Manſion for him: a Court: and now hath hee Land, and Beeues. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I returne: and it ſhall goe hard, but I will make him a Philoſophers two Stones to me. If the young Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike, I ſee no reaſon, in the Law of Nature, but I may ſnap at him. Let time ſhape, and there an end. What is this Forreſt call'd? 'Tis Gualtree Forreſt, and't ſhall pleaſe your Grace.