Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 507 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be joath to turn them together, a man may be too confident, I would have nothing lie on my head, I cannot be thus satisfied. Look where my ranting-Host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily: How now mine Host? How now Bully-Rooke, thou'rt a Gentleman, cavaliero justice, I say. I follow, (mine Host) I follow, good-even, and twenty (good Master Page) Master Page, will you go with us? we have sport in hand. Tell him caveleiro-iustice: tell him Bully-Rooke. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between Sir Huge the Welsh Priest, and Caius the French Doctor. Good mine Host o'th'Garter, a word with you. What sayst thou, my Bully-Rooke? Will you go with us to behold it? My merry Host hath had the measuring of their weapons, and (I think) appointed them contrary places: for (believe me) I hear the Parson is no jester▪ hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. Hast thou no suit against my Knight? my guest-cavaleire? None, I protest, but i'll give you a pottle of burned sack, to give me recourse to him, and tell him my name is Broome, only for a jest. My hand, (Bully,) thou shalt have egress and regress, (said I well▪) and thy name shall be Broome. It is a merry Knight, will you go An-heires? Have with you mine Host. I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in his Rapier. Tut Sir, I could have told you more. In these times you stand on distance, your Passes, Stoccado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart (Master Page,) 'tis here, 'tis here, I have seen the time, with my longsword, I would have made you four tall fellows skip like rats. Hear boys, here, here, shall we wag? Have with you, I had rather hear them scold, than fight. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty: yet, I cannot putoff my opinion so easily, she was in his company at page's house, and what they made there, I know not. Well, I will look further into't, and I have a disguise, to sound Falstaff, if I find her honest, I lose not my labour, if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. I will not lend thee a penny. Why then the world's mine Oyster, which I, with sword will open. Not a penny, I have been content (Sir,) you should lay my countenance to pawn; I have granted upon my good friends for three repreeves for, and your Coach-fellow Nim, or else you had looked through the grate, like a Geminy of baboons: I am damned in hell, for swearing to Gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall-fellowes. And when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her Fan, I took't upon mine honour thou hadst it not. Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I doe not miſdoubt my wife, but I would be Ioath to turne them together, a man may bee too confident, I would haue nothing lye on my head, I cannot be thus ſatisfied. Looke where my ranting-Hoſt of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or mony in his purſe, when hee lookes ſo merrily: How now mine Hoſt? How now Bully-Rooke, thou'rt a Gentleman, Caueleiro Iuſtice, I ſay. I follow, (mine Hoſt) I follow, Good-euen, and twenty (good Maſter Page) Maſter Page, will you go with vs? we haue ſport in hand. Tell him Caueleiro-Iuſtice: tell him Bully-Rooke. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, betweene Sir Huge the Welch Prieſt, and Caius the French Doctor. Good mine Hoſt o'th'Garter, a word with you. What ſaiſt thou, my Bully-Rooke? Will you goe with vs to behold it? My merry Hoſt hath had the meaſuring of their weapons, and (I thinke) appointed them contrary places: for (beleeue me) I heare the Parſon is no Ieſter▪ harke, I will tell you what our ſport ſhall be. Haſt thou no ſuit againſt my Knight? my gueſt-Caualeire? None, I proteſt, but ile giue you a pottle of burn'd ſacke, to giue me recourſe to him, and tell him my name is Broome, onely for a ieſt. My hand, (Bully,) thou ſhalt haue egreſſe and regreſſe, (ſaid I well▪) and thy name ſhall be Broome. It is a merry Knight, will you goe An-heires? Haue with you mine Hoſt. I haue heard the French-man hath good skill in his Rapier. Tut Sir, I could haue told you more. In theſe times you ſtand on diſtance, your Paſſes, Stoccado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart (Maſter Page,) 'tis heere, 'tis heere, I haue ſeene the time, with my long-ſword, I would haue made you fowre tall fellowes skippe like Rattes. Heere boyes, heere, heere, ſhall we wag? Haue with you, I had rather heare them ſcold, then fight. Though Page be a ſecure foole, and ſtands ſo firmely on his wiues frailty: yet, I cannot put-off my opinion ſo eaſily, ſhe was in his company at Pages houſe, and what they made there, I know not. Well, I will looke further into't, and I haue a diſguiſe, to ſound Falſtaffe, if I finde her honeſt, I looſe not my labour, if ſhee be otherwiſe, 'tis labour well beſtowed. I will not lend thee a penny. Why then the world's mine Oyſter, which I, with ſword will open. Not a penny, I haue beene content (Sir,) you ſhould lay my countenance to pawne; I haue granted vpon my good friends for three Repreeues for, and your Coach▪ fellow Nim, or elſe you had look'd through the grate, like a Geminy of Baboones: I am damn'd in hell, for ſwearing to Gentlemen my friends, you were good Souldiers, and tall-fellowes. And when Miſtreſſe Briget loſt the handle of her Fan, I took't vpon mine honour thou hadſt it not. Didſt not thou ſhare? hadſt thou not fifteene pence?