Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.81 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
You are the happier woman. Let's consult together against this greasy Knight: Come hither. Well: I hope, it be not so. Hope is a curtall-dog in some affairs: Sir Iohn affects thy wife. Why sir, my wife is not young. He woos both high and low, both rich & poor, both young and old, one with another (Ford) he loves the Gally-mawfry (Ford) perpend. Love's my wife? With liver, burning hot: prevent: Or go thou like Sir Actaeon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels: O, odious is the name. What name Sir? The horn I say: Farewell: Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night. Take heed, ere summer comes, or Cuckoo-birds do sing. Away sir Corporal Nim: Believe it (Page) he speaks sense. I will be patiented: I will find out this. And this is true: I like not the humour of lying: he hath wronged me in some humours: I should have borne the humoured Letter to her: but I have a sword: and it shall bite upon my necessity: he loves your wife; There's the short and the long: My name is Corporal Nim: I speak, and I avouch; 'tis true: my name is Nim: and Falstaff loves your wife: adieu, I love not the humour of bread and cheese: adieu. The humour of it (quotha?) here's a fellow frights English out of his wits. I will seek out Falstaff. I never heard such a drawling-affecting rogue. If I do find it: well. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the Priest o' th' Town commended him for a true man. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: well. How now Meg? Whether go you (George?) hark you. How now (sweet Frank) why art thou melancholy? I melancholy? I am not melancholy: Get you home: go. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head, Now: will you go, Mistress Page? Have with you: you'll come to dinner George? Look who comes yonder: she shall be our Messenger to this paltry Knight. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. You are come to see my daughter Anne? I forsooth: and I pray how does good Mistress Anne? Go in with us and see: we have an hours talk with you. How now Master Ford? You heard what this knave told me, did you not? Yes, and you heard what the other told me? Do you think there is truth in them? Hang 'em slaves: I do not think the Knight would offer it: But these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men: very rogues, now they be out of service. Were they his men? Marry were they. I like it never the better for that, Does he lie at the Garter? I marry does he: if he should intent this voyage toward my wife, I would turn her lose to him; and what he gets more of her, then sharp words, let it lie on my head.
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You are the happier woman. Let's conſult together againſt this greaſie Knight: Come hither. Well: I hope, it be not ſo. Hope is a curtall-dog in ſome affaires: Sir Iohn affects thy wife. Why ſir, my wife is not young. He wooes both high and low, both rich & poor, both yong and old, one with another (Ford) he loues the Gally-mawfry (Ford) perpend. Loue my wife? With liuer, burning hot: preuent: Or goe thou like Sir Acteon he, with Ring-wood at thy heeles: O, odious is the name. What name Sir? The horne I ſay: Farewell: Take heed, haue open eye, for theeues doe foot by night. Take heed, ere ſommer comes, or Cuckoo-birds do ſing. Away ſir Corporall Nim: Beleeue it (Page) he ſpeakes ſence. I will be patient: I will find out this. And this is true: I like not the humor of lying: hee hath wronged mee in ſome humors: I ſhould haue borne the humour'd Letter to her: but I haue a ſword: and it ſhall bite vpon my neceſſitie: he loues your wife; There's the ſhort and the long: My name is Corporall Nim: I ſpeak, and I auouch; 'tis true: my name is Nim: and Falſtaffe loues your wife: adieu, I loue not the humour of bread and cheeſe: adieu. The humour of it (quoth'a?) heere's a fellow frights Engliſh out of his wits. I will ſeeke out Falſtaffe. I neuer heard ſuch a drawling-affecting rogue. If I doe finde it: well. I will not beleeue ſuch a Cataian, though the Prieſt o' th' Towne commended him for a true man. 'Twas a good ſenſible fellow: well. How now Meg? Whether goe you (George?) harke you. How now (ſweet Frank) why art thou melancholy? I melancholy? I am not melancholy: Get you home: goe. Faith, thou haſt ſome crochets in thy head, Now: will you goe, Miſtris Page? Haue with you: you'll come to dinner George? Looke who comes yonder: ſhee ſhall bee our Meſſenger to this paltrie Knight. Truſt me, I thought on her: ſhee'll fit it. You are come to ſee my daughter Anne? I forſooth: and I pray how do's good Miſtreſſe Anne? Go in with vs and ſee: we haue an houres talke with you. How now Maſter Ford? You heard what this knaue told me, did you not? Yes, and you heard what the other told me? Doe you thinke there is truth in them? Hang 'em ſlaues: I doe not thinke the Knight would offer it: But theſe that accuſe him in his intent towards our wiues, are a yoake of his diſcarded men: very rogues, now they be out of ſeruice. Were they his men? Marry were they. I like it neuer the beter for that, Do's he lye at the Garter? I marry do's he: if hee ſhould intend this voyage toward my wife, I would turne her looſe to him; and what hee gets more of her, then ſharpe words, let it lye on my head.