Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I will sir, I'll warrant you I'll make a good shift to live. O base gongarian wight, wilt thou the spigot willed? His mind is not heroic. And there's the humour of it. Well my Lads, I am almost out at the heels. Why then let cybes ensue. I thank thee for that humour. Well I am glad I am so rid of this tinder Boy. His stealth was too open, his filching was like An unskilful singer, he kept not time. The good humour is to steal at a minute's rest. 'tis so indeed Nym, thou hast hit it right. Well, afore God, I must cheat, I must coney-catch. Which of you knows Ford of this Town? I ken the wight, he is of substance good. Well my honest Lads, I'll tell you what I am about. Two yards and more. No gibes now Pistol: indeed I am two yards In the waist, but now I am about no waist: Briefly, I am about thrift you rogue's you, I do intend to make love to Fords wife, I espy entertainment in her. She carves, she Discourses. She gives the lyre of invitation, And every part to be constured rightly is, I am Sir Iohn Falstaffes. He hath studied her well, out of honesty Into English. Now the report goes, she hath all the rule Of her husband's purse. She hath legians of angels. As many devils attend her. And to her boy say I. Heree's a Letter to her. here's another to mistresses Page. Who even now gave me good eyes too, examined my exteriors with such a greedy intention, with the beams of her beauty, that it seemed as she would a scorged me up like a burning glass. Here is another Letter to her, she bears the purse too. They shall be Excheckers to me, and I'll be cheaters to them both. They shall be my East and West Indies, and I'll trade to them both. Hear bear thou this Letter to mistress Ford. And thou this to mistress Page. we'll thrive Lads, we will thrive. Shall I sir Panderowes of Troy become? And by my sword were steel. Then Lucifer take all. Here take your humour Letter again, For my part, I will keep the behaviour Of reputation. And there's the humour of it. Here sirrah bear me these Letters tightly, Sail like my pinnace to the golden shores: Hence slaves, avant. Vanish like hailstones, go. Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift you rogue, myself and scirted Page. And art thou gone? Taster I'll have in pouch When thou shalt want, base Phrygian Turk. I have operations in my head, which are humours of revenge. Wilt thou revenge? By Welkin and her Fairies. By wit, or sword? With both the humours I will disclose this love to Page. I'll poses him with jallowes, And there's the humour of it.
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I will sir, Ile warrant you Ile make a good shift to liue. O bace gongarian wight, wilt thou the spicket willd? His minde is not heroick. And theres the humor of it. Well my Laddes, I am almost out at the heeles. Why then let cybes insue. I thanke thee for that humor. Well I am glad I am so rid of this tinder Boy. His stealth was too open, his filching was like An vnskilfull singer, he kept not time. The good humor is to steale at a minutes rest. Tis so indeed Nym, thou hast hit it right. Well, afore God, I must cheat, I must conycatch. Which of you knowes Foord of this Towne? I ken the wight, he is of substance good. Well my honest Lads, Ile tell you what I am about. Two yards and more. No gibes now Pistoll: indeed I am two yards In the wast, but now I am about no wast: Briefly, I am about thrift you rogues you, I do intend to make loue to Foords wife, I espie entertainment in her. She carues, she Discourses. She giues the lyre of inuitation, And euery part to be constured rightly is, I am Syr Iohn Falstaffes. He hath studied her well, out of honestie Into English. Now the report goes, she hath all the rule Of her husbands purse. She hath legians of angels. As many diuels attend her. And to her boy say I. Heree's a Letter to her. Heeres another to misteris Page. Who euen now gaue me good eies too, examined my exteriors with such a greedy intentiō, with the beames of her beautie, that it seemed as she would a scorged me vp like a burning glasse. Here is another Letter to her, shee beares the purse too. They shall be Excheckers to me, and Ile be cheaters to them both. They shall be my East and West Indies, and Ile trade to them both. Heere beare thou this Letter to mistresse Foord. And thou this to mistresse Page. Weele thriue Lads, we will thriue. Shall I sir Panderowes of Troy become? And by my sword were steele. Then Lucifer take all. Here take your humor Letter againe, For my part, I will keepe the hauior Of reputation. And theres the humor of it. Here sirrha beare me these Letters titely, Saile like my pinnice to the golden shores: Hence slaues, avant. Vanish like hailstones, goe. Falstaffe will learne the humor of this age, French thrift you rogue, my selfe and scirted Page. And art thou gone? Teaster Ile haue in pouch When thou shalt want, bace Phrygian Turke. I haue operations in my head, which are humors of reuenge. Wilt thou reuenge? By Welkin and her Fairies. By wit, or sword? With both the humors I will disclose this loue to Page. Ile poses him with Iallowes, And theres the humor of it.