Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
He's too big to go in there: what shall I do? Let me see't, let me see't, O let me see't: I'll in, I'll in: Fellow your friend's counsel, I'll in. What Sir Iohn Falstaffe? Are these your Letters, Knight? I love thee, help me away: let me creep in here: I'll never— Help to cover your master (Boy:) Call your men (Mist. Ford.) You dissembling Knight. What Iohn, Robert, Iohn; Go, take up these clothes here, quickly: where's the Cowlstaff? Look how you drumble? Carry them to the Laundress in Datchet mead: quickly, come. Pray you come near: if I suspect without cause, Why then make sport at me, then let me be your jest, I deserve it: How now? Whether bear you this? To the Laundress forsooth? Why, what have you to do whether they bear it? You were best meddle with buck-washing. Bucke I would I could wash myself of the Buck: Bucke, buck, buck, I buck: I warrant you Buck, And of the season too; it shall appear. Gentlemen, I haue dream'd to night, Ile tell you my dreame: heere, heere, heere bee my keyes, ascend my Chambers, search, seeke, finde out: Ile warrant wee'le vnkennell the Fox. Let me stop this way first: so, now vncape. Good master Ford, be contented: You wrong yourself too much. True (master Page) up Gentlemen, You shall see sport anon: Fellow me Gentlemen. This is ferry fantastical humours and jealousies. By gar, 'tis no-the fashion of France: It is not jealous in France. Nay follow him (Gentlemen) see the issue of his search. Is there not a double excellency in this? I know not which pleases me better, That my husband is deceived, or Sir Iohn. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket? I am half afraid he will have need of washing: so throwing him into the water, will do him a benefit. Hang him dishonest rascal: I would all of the same strain, were in the same distress. I think my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaffs being here: for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. I will lay a plot to try that, and we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. Shall we send that foolishion Carion, Mist. Quickly to him, and excuse his throwing into the water, and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment? We will do it: let him be sent for to morrow eight a clock to have amends. I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged of that he could not compass. Herd you that? You use me well, M. Ford? Do you? I, I do so. Heaven make you better than your thoughts Amen. You do yourself mighty wrong (M. Ford) I, I: I must bear it.
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He's too big to go in there: what ſhall I do? Let me ſee't, let me ſee't, O let me ſee't: Ile in, Ile in: Follow your friends counſell, Ile in. What Sir Iohn Faiſtaſſe? Are theſe your Letters, Knight? I loue thee, helpe mee away: let me creepe in heere: ile neuer— Helpe to couer your maſter (Boy:) Call your men (Miſt. Ford.) You diſſembling Knight. What Iohn, Robert, Iohn; Go, take vp theſe cloathes heere, quickly: Wher's the Cowle-ſtaffe? Look how you drumble? Carry them to the Landreſſe in Datchet mead: quickly, come. 'Pray you come nere: if I ſuſpect without cauſe, Why then make ſport at me, then let me be your ieſt, I deſerue it: How now? Whether beare you this? To the Landreſſe forſooth? Why, what haue you to doe whether they beare it? You were beſt meddle with buck-waſhing. Bucke I would I could waſh my ſelfe of ye Buck: Bucke, bucke, bucke, I bucke: I warrant you Bucke, And of the ſeaſon too; it ſhall appeare. Gentlemen, I haue dream'd to night, Ile tell you my dreame: heere, heere, heere bee my keyes, aſcend my Chambers, ſearch, ſeeke, finde out: Ile warrant wee'le vnkennell the Fox. Let me ſtop this way firſt: ſo, now vncape. Good maſter Ford, be contented: You wrong your ſelfe too much. True (maſter Page) vp Gentlemen, You ſhall ſee ſport anon: Follow me Gentlemen. This is fery fantaſticall humors and iealouſies. By gar, 'tis no-the faſhion of France: It is not iealous in France. Nay follow him (Gentlemen) ſee the yſſue of his ſearch. Is there not a double excellency in this? I know not which pleaſes me better, That my husband is deceiued, or Sir Iohn. What a taking was hee in, when your husband askt who was in the basket? I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of waſhing: ſo throwing him into the water, will doe him a benefit. Hang him diſhoneſt raſcall: I would all of the ſame ſtraine, were in the ſame diſtreſſe. I thinke my husband hath ſome ſpeciall ſuſpition of Falſtaffs being heere: for I neuer ſaw him ſo groſſe in his iealouſie till now. I will lay a plot to try that, and wee will yet haue more trickes with Falſtaffe: his diſſolute diſeaſe will ſcarſe obey this medicine. Shall we ſend that fooliſhion Carion, Miſt. Quickly to him, and excuſe his throwing into the water, and giue him another hope, to betray him to another puniſhment? We will do it: let him be ſent for to morrow eight a clocke to haue amends. I cannot finde him: may be the knaue bragg'd of that he could not compaſſe. Heard you that? You vſe me well, M. Ford? Do you? I, I do ſo. Heauen make you better then your thoghts Amen. You do your ſelfe mighty wrong (M. Ford) I, I: I muſt beare it.