Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1600-1601] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
No, believe me 'tis very cold, the wind is Northerly. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed. Me thinks it is very sultry, and hot for my Complexion. Exceedingly, my Lord, it is very sultry, as 'twere I cannot tell how: but my Lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter. I beseech you remember. Nay, in good faith, for mine ease in good faith: Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon. What's his weapon? Rapier and dagger. That's two of his weapons; but well. The sir King has waged with him six Barbary Horses, against the which he imponed as I take it, six French Rapiers and Poniards, with their assigns, as Girdle, Hangers or so: three of the Carriages infaith are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. What call you the Carriages? The Carriages Sir, are the hangers. The phrase would be more germane to the matter: If we could carry Cannon by our sides; I would it might be Hangers till then; but on six Barbary Horses against six French Swords: their Assigns, and three liberal conceited Carriages, that's the French but against the Danish; why is this imponed as you call it? The King Sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes between you and him, he shall not exceed you three hits; He hath one twelve for mine, and that would come to immediate trial, if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answer. How if I answer no? I mean my Lord, the opposition of your person in trial. Sir, I will walk here in the Hall; if it please his Majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let the Foils be brought, the Gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose; I will win for him if I can: if not, I'll gain nothing but my shame, and the odd hits. Shall I redeliver you e'en so? To this effect Sir, after what flourish your nature will. I commend my duty to your Lordship. Yours, yours; he does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for's tongue. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. He did Comply with his Dug before he sucked it: thus had he and mine more of the same Bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on; only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter, a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through & through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trials: the Bubbles are out. You will lose this wager, my Lord. I do not think so, since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds: but thou wouldst not think how all here about my heart: but it is no matter. Nay, good my Lord. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would perhaps trouble a woman.
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No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde is Northerly. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed. Mee thinkes it is very ſoultry, and hot for my Complexion. Exceedingly, my Lord, it is very ſoultry, as 'twere I cannot tell how: but my Lord, his Maieſty bad me ſignifie to you, that he ha's laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter. I beſeech you remember. Nay, in good faith, for mine eaſe in good faith: Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon. What's his weapon? Rapier and dagger. That's two of his weapons; but well. The ſir King ha's wag'd with him ſix Barbary Horſes, againſt the which he impon'd as I take it, ſixe French Rapiers and Poniards, with their aſſignes, as Girdle, Hangers or ſo: three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy, very reſponſiue to the hilts, moſt delicate carriages, and of very liberall conceit. What call you the Carriages? The Carriages Sir, are the hangers. The phraſe would bee more Germaine to the matter: If we could carry Cannon by our ſides; I would it might be Hangers till then; but on ſixe Barbary Horſes againſt ſixe French Swords: their Aſſignes, and three liberall conceited Carriages, that's the French but againſt the Daniſh; why is this impon'd as you call it? The King Sir, hath laid that in a dozen paſſes betweene you and him, hee ſhall not exceed you three hits; He hath one twelue for mine, and that would come to imediate tryall, if your Lordſhip would vouchſafe the Anſwere. How if I anſwere no? I meane my Lord, the oppoſition of your perſon in tryall. Sir, I will walke heere in the Hall; if it pleaſe his Maieſtie, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let the Foyles bee brought, the Gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpoſe; I will win for him if I can: if not, Ile gaine nothing but my ſhame, and the odde hits. Shall I redeliuer you ee'n ſo? To this effect Sir, after what flouriſh your nature will. I commend my duty to your Lordſhip. Yours, yours; hee does well to commend it himſelfe, there are no tongues elſe for's tongue. This Lapwing runs away with the ſhell on his head. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee ſuck't it: thus had he and mine more of the ſame Beauy that I know the droſſie age dotes on; only got the tune of the time, and outward habite of encounter, a kinde of yeſty collection, which carries them through & through the moſt fond and winnowed opinions; and doe but blow them to their tryalls: the Bubbles are out. You will loſe this wager, my Lord. I doe not thinke ſo, ſince he went into France, I haue beene in continuall practice; I ſhall winne at the oddes: but thou wouldeſt not thinke how all heere about my heart: but it is no matter. Nay, good my Lord. It is but foolery; but it is ſuch a kinde of gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman.