Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 waist 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 craves, she gives the leer of invitation; I can construe the action of her familiar style, and the hardest voice of her behaviour (to be englished rightly) is I am Sir John 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; and 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 Purie 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 rightly, 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, and high and low beguiles the rich and 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.
seed 43: T5 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Two yards, and more. No quips now Piſtoll; (Indeede I am in the waſt 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 craues, ſhe giues the leere of inuitation; I can conſtrue the action of her familier ſtile, and 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; and here another to Pages wife, who euen now gaue me 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 mee vp like a burning-glaſſe; here's another letter to her; She beares the Purie too; Shee 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; wee will thriue (Lads) wee 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 rightly, Saile like my Pinnaſſe to theſe golden ſhores. Rogues, hence, auaunt, vaniſh like haile-ſtones; goe, Trudge; plod away ith' hooſe: 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, and high and low beguiles the rich and 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 humor 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.