Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sir your wit ambles well, it goes easily. I'll tell thee how Beatrice praised thy wit the other day: I said thou hadst a fine wit, true said she, a fine little one: no said I, a great wit: right says she, a great gross one: nay said I, a good wit, just said she, it hurts no body: nay said I, the gentleman is wise: certain said she, a wise gentleman: nay said I, he hath the tongues: that I believe said she, for he swore a thing to me on munday night, which he forswore on tuesday morning, there's a double tongue theirs two tongues, thus did she an hour together transshape thy particular virtues, yet at last she concluded with a sigh, thou wast the proper'st man in Italy. For the which she wept hearty and said she cared not. Yea that she did, but yet for all that, and if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him dearly, the old man's daughter told us all. All all, and moreover, God saw him when he was hid in the garden. But when shall we set the savage bulls horns one the sensible Benedicks head? Yea and text underneath, here dwells Benedick the married man. Far you well, boy, you know my mind, I will leave you now to your gosseplike humour, you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not: my Lord, for your many courtesies I thank you, I must discontinue your company, your brother the bastard is fled from Messina: you have among you, killed a sweet and innocent lady: for my Lord Lack-beard, there he and I shall meet, and till than peace be with him. He is in earnest. In most profound earnest, and i'll warrant you, for the love of Beatrice. And hath challenged thee. Most sincerely. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! He is then a Giant to an Ape, but then is an Ape a Doctor to such a man. But soft you, let me be, pluck up my heart, and be sad, did he not say my brother was fled? Come you sir, if justice cannot tame you, she shall near weigh more reasons in her balance, nay, and you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be looked to. How now, two of my brother's men bound? Borachio one. Hearken after their offence my Lord. Officers, what offence have these men done? Mary sir, they have committed false report, moreover they have spoken untruths, secondarily they are slanders, sixth and lastly, they have belied a Lady, thirdly they have verified unjust things, and to conclude, they are lying knaves.
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Sir your wit ambles well, it goes easily. Ile tell thee how Beatrice praisd thy witte the other day: I said thou hadst a fine witte, true said she, a fine little one: no said I, a great wit: right saies she, a great grosse one: nay said I, a good wit, iust said she, it hurts no body: nay said I, the gentleman is wise: certaine said she, a wise gentleman: nay said I, he hath the tongues: that I beleeue said shee, for he swore a thing to mee on munday night, which hee forswore on tuesday morning, theres a double tongue theirs two tongues, thus did shee an houre together trans-shape thy particular vertues, yet at last she cōcluded with a sigh, thou wast the properst man in Italy. For the which shee wept heartily and saide she cared not. Yea that she did, but yet for all that, and if she did not hate him deadly, she would loue him dearely, the old mans daughter told vs all. All all, and moreouer, God sawe him when he was hid in the garden. But when shall we set the sauage bulles hornes one the sensible Benedicks head? Yea and text vnder-neath, here dwells Benedick the married man. Fare you wel, boy, you know my minde, I wil leaue you now to your gossep-like humor, you breake iests as braggards do their blades, which God be thanked hurt not: my Lord, for your many courtisies I thanke you, I must discontinue your company, your brother the bastard is fled from Messina: you haue among you, kild a sweet and innocent lady: for my Lord Lacke beard, there hee and I shal meet, and till then peace be with him. He is in earnest. In most profound earnest, and ile warrant you, for the loue of Beatrice. And hath challengde thee. Most sincerely. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes in his dublet and hose, and leaues off his wit! He is then a Giant to an Ape, but then is an Ape a Doctor to such a man. But soft you, let me be, plucke vp my heart, and be sad, did he not say my brother was fled? Come you sir, if iustice cannot tame you, she shall nere weigh more reasons in her ballance, nay, and you be a cursing hypocrite once, you must be lookt to. How now, two of my brothers men bound? Borachio one. Hearken after their offence my Lord. Officers, what offence haue these men done? Mary sir, they haue committed false report, moreouer they haue spoken vntruths, secondarily they are slanders, sixt and lastly, they haue belyed a Lady, thirdly they haue verefied vniust thinges, and to conclude, they are lying knaues.