Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.84 · 530 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Why look where he comes; and my good man too; he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause, and that (I hope) is an unmeasurable distance: 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 John affects thy wife. Why sir, my wife is not young. He woos both high and low, both rich and 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: Ot 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 have 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 Falstoffe loves your wife, adieu, I love not the humour of bread & 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'Towne commended him for a true man. 'Twas a good sensible fellow, well. How now Meg? Whither 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.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 291–337 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 42 in this edition
Length
530 words · 739 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.836 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why looke where he comes; and my good man too; hee's as farre from iealouſie, as I am from giuing him cauſe, and that (I hope) is an vnmeaſurable diſtance: 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 and poore, both young and old, one with another (Ford) he loues the Gally-mawfry (Ford) perpend. Loue my wife? With liuer, burning hot: preuent: Ot 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 doe ſing. Away ſir Corporall Nim. Beleeue it (Page) he ſpeakes ſence. I will be patient; I will finde out this. And this is true; I like not the humor of lying, hee haue 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 ſht and the long: My name is Corporall Nim, I ſpeak, and I auouch; 'tis true: my name is Nim, and Falſtoffe loues your wife, adieu, I loue not the humour of bread & 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 Catai, though the Prieſt o'th'Towne commended him for a true man. 'Twas a good ſenſible fellow, well. How now Meg? Whither goe you (George?) harke you. How now (ſweet Frank) why art thou me▪ lancholy? 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, wee 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 better 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.