Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
What art thou? A very honest hearted fellow, and as poor as the king. If thou be as poor for a subject, as he is for a King, thou'rt poor enough, what wouldst thou? Service. Who wouldst thou serve? You. Dost thou know me fellow? No sir, but you have that in your countenance, which I would feign call Master. What's that? Authority. What services canst do? I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly, that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in, and the best of me, is diligence. How old art thou? Not so young to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any thing, I have years on my back forty eight. Fellow me, thou shalt serve me, if I like thee no worse after dinner, I will not part from thee yet, dinner, ho dinner, where's my knave, my fool, go you and call my fool hither, you sirrah, where's my daughter? So please you, What says the fellow there, call the clat-pole back, where's my fool, ho I think the world's asleep, how now, where's that mongrel? He says my Lord, your daughter is not well. Why came not the slave back to me when I called him? Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not. A would not? My Lord, I know not what the matter is, but to my judgement, your highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection as you were wont, there's a great abatement, apeer's as well in the general dependents, as in the Duke himself also, and your daughter. Ha, sayst thou so? I beseech you pardon me my Lord, if I be mistaken, for my duty cannot be silent, when I think your highness wronged. Thou but remember'st me of mine own conception, I have perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity, then as a very pretence & purport of unkindness, I will look further into't, but where's this fool? I have not seen him this two days. Since my young Ladies going into France sir, the fool hath much pined away. No more of that, I have noted it, go you and tell my daughter, I would speak with her, go you call hither my fool, O you sir, you sir, come you hither, who am I sir? My Lady's Father. My Lady's father, my Lord's knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, you cur. I am none of this my Lord, I beseech you pardon me. Do you bandy looks with me you rascal? I'll not be struck my Lord, Nor tripped neither, you base football player. I thank thee fellow, thou servest me, and i'll love thee. Come sir i'll teach you differences, away, away, if you will measure your lubbers length again, tarry, but away, you have wisdom. Now friendly knave I thank thee, their's earnest of thy service.
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What art thou? A very honest harted fellow, and as poore as the king. If thou be as poore for a subiect, as he is for a King, thar't poore enough, what would'st thou? Seruice. Who would'st thou serue? You. Do'st thou know me fellow? No sir, but you haue that in your countenance, which I would faine call Maister. Whats that? Authoritie. What seruices canst doe? I can keepe honest counsaile, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliuer a plaine message bluntly, that which ordinarie men are fit for, I am qualified in, and the best of me, is diligence. How old art thou? Not so yong to loue a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any thing, I haue yeares on my backe fortie eight. Follow mee, thou shalt serue mee, if I like thee no worse after dinner, I will not part from thee yet, dinner, ho dinner, wher's my knaue, my foole, goe you and call my foole hether, you sirra, whers my daughter? So please you, What say's the fellow there, call the clat-pole backe, whers my foole, ho I thinke the world's asleepe, how now, wher's that mungrel? He say's my Lord, your daughter is not well. Why came not the slaue backe to mee when I cal'd him? Sir, hee answered mee in the roundest maner, hee would not. A would not? My Lord, I know not what the matter is, but to my iudgemēt, your highnes is not ētertained with that ceremonious affection as you were wont, ther's a great abatement, apeer's as well in the generall dependants, as in the Duke himselfe also, and your daughter. Ha, say'st thou so? I beseech you pardon mee my Lord, if I be mistaken, for my dutie cannot bee silent, when I thinke your highnesse wrong'd. Thou but remember'st me of mine owne conception, I haue perceiued a most faint neglect of late, which I haue rather blamed as mine owne ielous curiositie, then as a very pretence & purport of vnkindnesse, I will looke further into't, but wher's this foole? I haue not seene him this two dayes. Since my yong Ladies going into France sir, the foole hath much pined away. No more of that, I haue noted it, goe you and tell my daughter, I would speake with her, goe you cal hither my foole, O you sir, you sir, come you hither, who am I sir? My Ladies Father. My Ladies father, my Lords knaue, you horeson dog, you slaue, you cur. I am none of this my Lord, I beseech you pardon me. Doe you bandie lookes with me you rascall? Ile not be struck my Lord, Nor tript neither, you base football player. I thanke thee fellow, thou seru'st me, and ile loue thee. Come sir ile teach you differences, away, away, if you will measure your lubbers length againe, tarry, but away, you haue wisedome. Now friendly knaue I thanke thee, their's earnest of thy seruice.