Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.78 · 460 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
I would be sorry (my Lord) but it should be thus: I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of Valour. Do you think me a Swallow, an Arrow, or a Bullet? Have I, in my poor and old Motion, the expedition of Thought? I have sped hither with the very extremest inch of possibility. I have fowndred nine score and odd Posts: and here (trauell-tainted as I am) have, in my pure and immaculate Valour, taken Sir Iohn Collevile of the Dale, a most furious Knight, and valorous Enemy: But what of that? he saw me, and yielded: that I may justly say with the hooke-nosed fellow of Rome, I came, saw, and over-came. It was more of his Courtesy, than your deserving. I know not: here he is, and here I yield him: and I beseech your Grace, let it be booked, with the rest of this days deeds; or I swear, I will have it in a particular Ballad, with mine own Picture on the top of it (Collevile kissing my foot:) To the which course, if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt twopences to me; and I, in the clear Sky of Fame, o're-shine you as much as the Full Moon doth the Cinders of the Element (which show like Pinnes-heads to her) believe not the Word of the Noble: therefore let me have right, and let desert mount. Thine's too heavy to mount. Let it thine then. Thine's too thick to shine. Let it do something (my good Lord) that may do me good, and call it what you will. Is thy Name Collevile? It is (my Lord.) A famous Rebel art thou, Collevile. And a famous true Subject took him. I am (my Lord) but as my Betters are, That led me hither: had they been ruled by me, You should have won them dearer than you have. I know not how they sold themselves, but thou like a kind fellow, gav'st thyself away; and I thank thee, for thee. Have you left pursuit? Retreat is made, and Execution stayed. Send Collevile, with his Confederates, To York, to present Execution. Blunt, lead him hence, and see you guard him sure. And now dispatch we toward the Court (my Lords) I hear the King, my Father, is sore sick. Our News shall go before us, to his Majesty, Which (Cousin) you shall bear, to comfort him: And we with sober speed will follow you. My Lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go through Gloucestershire: and when you come to Court, stand my good Lord, 'pray, in your good report. Far you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition, Shall better speak of you, than you deserve.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1440–1467 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 51 in this edition
Length
460 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and landcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.778 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
I would bee ſorry (my Lord) but it ſhould bee thus: I neuer knew yet, but rebuke and checke was the reward of Valour. Doe you thinke me a Swallow, an Arrow, or a Bullet? Haue I, in my poore and olde Motion, the expedition of Thought? I haue ſpeeded hither with the very extremeſt ynch of poſſibilitie. I haue fowndred nine ſcore and odde Poſtes: and heere (trauell-tainted as I am) haue, in my pure and immaculate Valour, taken Sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale, a moſt furious Knight, and valorous Enemie: But what of that? hee ſaw mee, and yeelded: that I may iuſtly ſay with the hooke-nos'd fellow of Rome, I came, ſaw, and ouer-came. It was more of his Courteſie, then your deſeruing. I know not: heere hee is, and heere I yeeld him: and I beſeech your Grace, let it be book'd, with the reſt of this dayes deedes; or I ſweare, I will haue it in a particular Ballad, with mine owne Picture on the top of it (Colleuile kiſſing my foot:) To the which courſe, if I be enforc'd, if you do not all ſhew like gilt two-pences to me; and I, in the cleare Skie of Fame, o're-ſhine you as much as the Full Moone doth the Cynders of the Element (which ſhew like Pinnes-heads to her) beleeue not the Word of the Noble: therefore let mee haue right, and let deſert mount. Thine's too heauie to mount. Let it thine then. Thine's too thick to ſhine. Let it doe ſomething (my good Lord) that may doe me good, and call it what you will. Is thy Name Colleuile? It is (my Lord.) A famous Rebell art thou, Colleuile. And a famous true Subiect tooke him. I am (my Lord) but as my Betters are, That led me hither: had they beene rul'd by me, You ſhould haue wonne them dearer then you haue. I know not how they ſold themſelues, but thou like a kinde fellow, gau'ſt thy ſelfe away; and I thanke thee, for thee. Haue you left purſuit? Retreat is made, and Execution ſtay'd. Send Colleuile, with his Confederates, To Yorke, to preſent Execution. Blunt, leade him hence, and ſee you guard him ſure. And now diſpatch we toward the Court (my Lords) I heare the King, my Father, is ſore ſicke. Our Newes ſhall goe before vs, to his Maieſtie, Which (Couſin) you ſhall beare, to comfort him: And wee with ſober ſpeede will follow you. My Lord, I beſeech you, giue me leaue to goe through Glouceſterſhire: and when you come to Court, ſtand my good Lord, 'pray, in your good report. Fare you well, Falstaffe: I, in my condition, Shall better ſpeake of you, then you deſerue.