Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.77 · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Health, and long life to you, M. Silence. Fill the Cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Honest Bardolfe, welcome: If thou want'st any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome my little tyne thief, and welcome indeed too: I'll drink to M. Bardolfe, and to all the Cavileroes about London. I hope to see London, once ere I die. If I might see you there, Davie. You'll crack a quart together? Ha', will you not M. Bardolfe? Yes Sir, in a pottle pot. I thank thee: the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred. And I'll stick by him, sir. Why there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at door there, ho: who knocks? Why now you have done me right. Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not so? 'Tis so. Is't so? Why then say an old man can do somewhat. If it please your Worship, there's one Pistol come from the Court with news. From the Court? Let him come in. How now Pistol? Sir Iohn,' save you sir. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Not the ill wind which blows none to good, sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm. Indeed, I think he be, but Goodman Puff of Barson. Puff? puff in thy teeth, most recreant Coward base. Sir Iohn, I am thy Pistol, and thy Friend: helter skelter have I road to thee, and tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, and golden Times, and happy News of price. I prithee now deliver them, like a man of this World. A foutra for the World, and Worldlings base, I speak of Africa, and Golden joys. O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Covitha know the truth thereof. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and Iohn. Shall dunghill Curs confront the Hellicons? And shall good news be baffled? Then Pistol lay thy head in Furies lap. Honest Gentleman, I know not your breeding. Why then Lament therefore. Give me pardon, Sir. If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there is but two ways, either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am Sir, under the King, in some Authority. Under which King? Bezonian, speak, or dye. Under King Harry. Harry the Fourth? or Fift? Harry the Fourth. A foutra for thine Office. Sir Iohn, thy tender Lamb-kinne, now is King. Harry the Fift's the man, I speak the truth. When Pistol lies, do this, and figge-me, like The bragging Spaniard. What, is the old King dead? As nail in door. The things I speak, are just. Away Bardolfe, Saddle my Horse, Master Robert Shallow, choose what Office thou wilt In the Land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will double charge thee With Dignities. O joyful day: I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune. What? I do bring good news.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2066–2122 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 48 of 51 in this edition
Length
502 words · 726 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.774 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Health, and long life to you, M. Silence. Fill the Cuppe, and let it come. Ile pledge you a mile to the bottome. Honeſt Bardolfe, welcome: If thou want'ſt any thing, and wilt not call, beſhrew thy heart. Welcome my little tyne theefe, and welcome indeed too: Ile drinke to M. Bardolfe, and to all the Cauileroes about London. I hope to ſee London, once ere I die. If I might ſee you there, Dauie. You'l cracke a quart together? Ha, will you not M. Bardolfe? Yes Sir, in a pottle pot. I thanke thee: the knaue will ſticke by thee, I can aſſure thee that. He will not out, he is true bred. And Ile ſticke by him, ſir. Why there ſpoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Looke, who's at doore there, ho: who knockes? Why now you haue done me right. Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not ſo? 'Tis ſo. Is't ſo? Why then ſay an old man can do ſomwhat. If it pleaſe your Worſhippe, there's one Piſtoll come from the Court with newes. From the Court? Let him come in. How now Piſtoll? Sir Iohn, 'ſaue you ſir. What winde blew you hither, Piſtoll? Not the ill winde which blowes none to good, ſweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greateſt men in the Realme. Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of Barſon. Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, moſt recreant Coward baſe. Sir Iohn, I am thy Piſtoll, and thy Friend: helter skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of price. I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this World. A footra for the World, and Worldlings baſe, I ſpeake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes. O baſe Aſſyrian Knight, what is thy newes? Let King Couitha know the truth thereof. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and Iohn. Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons? And ſhall good newes be baffel'd? Then Piſtoll lay thy head in Furies lappe. Honeſt Gentleman, I know not your breeding. Why then Lament therefore. Giue me pardon, Sir. If ſir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale them. I am Sir, vnder the King, in ſome Authority. Vnder which King? Bezonian, ſpeake, or dye. Vnder King Harry. Harry the Fourth? or Fift? Harry the Fourth. A footra for thine Office. Sir Iohn, thy tender Lamb-kinne, now is King. Harry the Fift's the man, I ſpeake the truth. When Piſtoll lyes, do this, and figge-me, like The bragging Spaniard. What, is the old King dead? As naile in doore. The things I ſpeake, are iuſt. Away Bardolfe, Sadle my Horſe, Maſter Robert Shallow, chooſe what Office thou wilt In the Land, 'tis thine. Piſtol, I will double charge thee With Dignities. O ioyfull day: I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune. What? I do bring good newes.