Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Two yards, and more. No quips now Pistol: (Indeed I am in the waste two yards about: but I am now about no waste: I am about thrift) briefly: I do mean to make love to Fords wife: I spy entertainment in her: she discourses: she carves: she gives the leer of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar stile, & the hardest voice of her behaviour (to be englished rightly) is, I am Sir Iohn Falstafs. He hath studied her will; and translated her will: out of honesty, into English. The Anchor is deep: will that humour pass? Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's Purse: he hath a legend of Angels. As many devils entertain: and to her Boy say I. The humour rises: it is good: humour me the angels. I have writ me here a letter to her: & here another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good eyes too; examined my parts with most judicious illiads: sometimes the beam of her view, guilded my foot: sometimes my portly belly. Then did the Sun on dunghill shine. I thank thee for that humour. O she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye, did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glasse: here's another letter to her: She bears the Purse too: She is a Region in Guiana: all gold, and bounty: I will be Cheaters to them both, and they shall be Exchequers to me: they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both: Go, bear thou this Letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to Mistress Ford: we will thrive (Lads) we will thrive. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear Steel? then Lucifer take all. I will run no base humour: here take the humor-Letter; I will keep the behaviour of reputation. Hold Sirrah, bear you these Letters tightly, Sail like my Pinnace to these golden shores. Rogues, hence, avaunt, vanish like hailstones; go, Trudge; plod away i'th' hoof: seek shelter, pack: Falstaff will learn the honour of the age, French-thrift, you Rogues, myself, and skirted Page. Let Vultures gripe thy guts: for gourd, and Fullam holds: & high and low beguiles the rich & poor, Tester i'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk. I have operations, Which be humours of revenge. Wilt thou revenge? By Welkin, and her Star. With wit, or Steel? With both the humours, I: I will discuss the humour of this Love to Ford. And I to Page shall eke unfold How Falstaff (varlet vile) His Dove will prove; his gold will hold, And his soft couch defile. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Ford to deal with poison: I will possess him with yallownesse, for the revolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour. Thou art the Mars of Malcontents: I second thee: troop on.
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Two yards, and more. No quips now Piſtoll: (Indeede I am in the waſte two yards about: but I am now about no waſte: I am about thrift) briefely: I doe meane to make loue to Fords wife: I ſpie entertainment in her: ſhee diſcourſes: ſhee carues: ſhe giues the leere of inuitation: I can conſtrue the action of her familier ſtile, & the hardeſt voice of her behauior (to be engliſh'd rightly) is, I am Sir Iohn Falſtafs. He hath ſtudied her will; and tranſlated her will: out of honeſty, into Engliſh. The Anchor is deepe: will that humor paſſe? Now, the report goes, ſhe has all the rule of her husbands Purſe: he hath a legend of Angels. As many diuels entertaine: and to her Boy ſay I. The humor riſes: it is good: humor me the angels. I haue writ me here a letter to her: & here another to Pages wife, who euen now gaue mee good eyes too; examind my parts with moſt iudicious illiads: ſometimes the beame of her view, guilded my foote: ſometimes my portly belly. Then did the Sun on dung-hill ſhine. I thanke thee for that humour. O ſhe did ſo courſe o're my exteriors with ſuch a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye, did ſeeme to ſcorch me vp like a burning-glaſſe: here's another letter to her: She beares the Purſe too: She is a Region in Guiana: all gold, and bountie: I will be Cheaters to them both, and they ſhall be Exchequers to mee: they ſhall be my Eaſt and Weſt Indies, and I will trade to them both: Goe, beare thou this Letter to Miſtris Page; and thou this to Miſtris Ford: we will thriue (Lads) we will thriue. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my ſide weare Steele? then Lucifer take all. I will run no baſe humor: here take the humor-Letter; I will keepe the hauior of reputation. Hold Sirha, beare you theſe Letters tightly, Saile like my Pinnaſſe to theſe golden ſhores. Rogues, hence, auaunt, vaniſh like haile-ſtones; goe, Trudge; plod away ith' hoofe: ſeeke ſhelter, packe: Falſtaffe will learne the honor of the age, French-thrift, you Rogues, my ſelfe, and skirted Page. Let Vultures gripe thy guts: for gourd, and Fullam holds: & high and low beguiles the rich & poore, Teſter ile haue in pouch when thou ſhalt lacke, Baſe Phrygian Turke. I haue opperations, Which be humors of reuenge. Wilt thou reuenge? By Welkin, and her Star. With wit, or Steele? With both the humors, I: I will diſcuſſe the humour of this Loue to Ford. And I to Page ſhall eke vnfold How Falſtaffe (varlet vile) His Doue will proue; his gold will hold, And his ſoft couch defile. My humour ſhall not coole: I will incenſe Ford to deale with poyſon: I will poſſeſſe him with yallowneſſe, for the reuolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour. Thou art the Mars of Malecontents: I ſecond thee: troope on.