Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Carry Master Silence to bed: Master Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortune's Steward. Get on thy Boots, we I ride all night. Oh sweet Pistol: Away Bardolfe: Come Pistol, utter more to me: and withal device something to do thyself good. Boot, boot Master Shallow, I know the young King is sick for me. Let us take any man's Horsses: The Laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they, which have been my Friends: and woe unto my Lord Chief justice. Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also: Where is the life that late I led, say they? Why here it is, welcome those pleasant days. No, thou arrant knave: I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. The Constables have delivered her over to me: and she shall have Whipping cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been a man or two (lately) killed about her. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lie: Come on, I'll tell thee what, thou damned Tripe-visaged Rascal, if the Child I now go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst strooke thy Mother, thou Paper-faced Villain. O that Sir Iohn were come, he would make this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruit of her Womb might miscarry. If it do, you shall have a dozen of Cushions again, you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pistol beat among you. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I will have you as sound swindged for this, you blew-botteled Rogue: you filthy famished Correctioner, if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half Kirtles. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come. O, that right should thus o'ercome might. Well of sufferance, comes ease. Come you Rogue, come: Bring me to a justice. Yes, come you starved Bloodhound. Goodman death, goodman Bones. Thou Anatomy, thou. Come you thin Thing: Come you Rascal. Very well. More Rushes, more Rushes. The Trumpets have sounded twice. It will be two of the Clock, ere they come from the Coronation. Stand here by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you Grace. I will leer upon him, as he comes by: and do but mark the countenance that he will give me. Bless thy Lungs, good Knight. Come here Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had had time to have made new Liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is no matter, this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. It doth so. It shows my earnestness in affection. It doth so. My devotion. It doth, it doth, it doth. As it were, to ride day and night, And not to deliberate, not to remember, Not to have patience to shift me. It is most certain,
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Carrie Maſter Silence to bed: Maſter Shallow, my Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am Fortunes Steward. Get on thy Boots, wee I ride all night. Oh ſweet Piſtoll: Away Bardolfe: Come Piſtoll, vtter more to mee: and withall deuiſe ſomething to do thy ſelfe good. Boote, boote Maſter Shallow, I know the young King is ſick for mee. Let vs take any mans Horſfes: The Lawes of England are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which haue beene my Friendes: and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe Iuſtice. Let Vultures vil'de ſeize on his Lungs alſo: Where is the life that late I led, ſay they? Why heere it is, welcome thoſe pleaſant dayes. No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy, that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou haſt drawne my ſhoulder out of ioynt. The Conſtables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee: and ſhee ſhall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about her. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe-viſag'd Raſcall, if the Childe I now go with, do miſcarrie, thou had'ſt better thou had'ſt ſtrooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villaine. O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make this a bloody day to ſome body. But I would the Fruite of her Wombe might miſcarry. If it do, you ſhall haue a dozen of Cuſhions againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Piſtoll beate among you. Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Cenſor; I will haue you as ſoundly ſwindg'd for this, you blew-Bottel'd Rogue: you filthy famiſh'd Correctioner, if you be not ſwing'd, Ile forſweare halfe Kirtles. Come, come, you ſhee-Knight-arrant, come. O, that right ſhould thus o'recome might. Wel of ſufferance, comes eaſe. Come you Rogue, come: Bring me to a Iuſtice. Yes, come you ſtaru'd Blood-hound. Goodman death, goodman Bones. Thou Anatomy, thou. Come you thinne Thing: Come you Raſcall. Very well. More Ruſhes, more Ruſhes. The Trumpets haue ſounded twice. It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come from the Coronation. Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you Grace. I will leere vpon him, as he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee will giue me. Bleſſe thy Lungs, good Knight. Come heere Piſtol, ſtand behind me. O if I had had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue beſtowed the thouſand pound I borrowed of you. But it is no matter, this poore ſhew doth better: this doth inferre the zeale I had to ſee him. It doth ſo. It ſhewes my earneſtneſſe in affection. It doth ſo. My deuotion. It doth, it doth, it doth. As it were, to ride day and night, And not to deliberate, not to remember, Not to haue patience to ſhift me. It is moſt certaine,