Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Master Shallow you yourself Have been a great fighter, though now a man of peace: M. Page I have seen the day that young Tall fellows with their stroke & their passado, I have made them trudge Master Page, A 'tis the heart, the heart doth all: I Have seen the day, with my two hand sword I would a made you four tall Fencers Scipped like Rats. Here boys, shall we wag, shall we wag? Ha with you mine host. Come M. Ford, shall we to dinner? I know these fellows sticks in your mind. No in good sadness not in mine: Yet for all this I'll try it further, I will not leave it so: Come M. Page, shall we to dinner? With all my heart sir, I'll follow you. I'll not lend thee a penny. I will retort the sum in equipage. Not a penny: I have been content you should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated upon my good friends for 3. reprives, for you and your Coach-fellow Nym, else you might a looked thorough a grate like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell for swearing to Gentlemen your good soldiers and tall fellows: And when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her Fan, I tooked on my hothou hadst it not. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? Reason you rogue, reason. Dost thou think I'll endanger my soul gratis? In brief, hang no more about me, I am no gybit for you. A short knife and a throng to your manner of picked hatch, go. You'll not bear a Letter for me you rogue you: you stand upon your honour. Why thou unconfinable baseness thou, 'tis as much as I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand, am feign to shuffel, to filch & to lurch. And yet you stand upon your honour, you rogue. You, you. I do recant: what wouldst thou more of man? Well, gotoo, away, no more. Good you god den sir. Good den fair wife. Not so ant like your worship. Fair maid then. That I am I'll be sworn, as my mother was The first hour I was borne. Sir I would speak with you in private. Say on I prithee, here's none but my own household. Are they so? Now God bless them, and make them his servants. Sir I come from Mistress Ford. So from Mistress Ford. Goeon. I sir, she hath sent me to you to let you Understand she hath received your Letter, And let me tell you, she is one stands upon her credit. Well, come Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford. I sir, and as they say, she is not the first Hath been led in a fools paradise. Nay prithee be brief my good she Mercury. Mary sir, she'd have you meet her between eight and nine.
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Maister Shallow you your selfe Haue bene a great fighter, Tho now a man of peace: M. Page I haue seene the day that yong Tall fellowes with their stroke & their passado, I haue made them trudge Maister Page, A tis the hart, the hart doth all: I Haue seene the day, with my two hand sword I would a made you foure tall Fencers Scipped like Rattes. Here boyes, shall we wag, shall we wag? Ha with you mine host. Come M. Ford, shall we to dinner? I know these fellowes sticks in your minde. No in good sadnesse not in mine: Yet for all this Ile try it further, I will not leaue it so: Come M. Page, shall we to dinner? With all my hart sir, Ile follow you. Ile not lend thee a peny. I will retort the sum in equipage. Not a pennie: I haue beene content you shuld lay my countenance to pawne: I haue grated vpon my good friends for 3. repriues, for you and your Coach-fellow Nym, else you might a looked thorow a grate like a geminy of babones. I am damned in hell for swearing to Gentlemen your good souldiers and tall fellowes: And when mistrisse Briget lost the handle of her Fan, I tooked on my hothou hadst it not. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteene pence? Reason you rogue, reason. Doest thou thinke Ile indanger my soule gratis? In briefe, hang no more about mee, I am no gybit for you. A short knife and a throng to your manner of pickt hatch, goe. Youle not beare a Letter for me you rogue you: you stand vpon your honor. Why thou vnconfinable basenesse thou, tis as much as I can do to keep the termes of my honor precise. I, I my selfe sometimes, leauing the feare of God on the left hand, am faine to shuffel, to filch & to lurch. And yet you stand vpon your honor, you rogue. You, you. I do recant: what woulst thou more of man? Well, gotoo, away, no more. Good you god den sir. Good den faire wife. Not so ant like your worship. Faire mayd then. That I am Ile be sworne, as my mother was The first houre I was borne. Sir I would speake with you in priuate. Say on I prethy, heeres none but my owne houshold. Are they so? Now God blesse them, and make them his seruants. Syr I come from Mistresse Foord. So from Mistresse Foord. Goeon. I sir, she hath sent me to you to let you Vnderstand she hath receiued your Letter, And let me tell you, she is one stands vpon her credit. Well, come Misteris Ford, Misteris Ford. I sir, and as they say, she is not the first Hath bene led in a fooles paradice. Nay prethy be briefe my good she Mercury. Mary sir, sheed haue you meet her between eight and nine.