Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
'twas my duty Sir. He did betray his practice, and received This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. Is he pursued? I my good Lord. If he be taken, he shall never more be feared of doing harm, make your own purpose how in my strength you please, for you Edmund, whose virtue and obedience, doth this instant so much commend itself, you shall be ours, natures of such deep trust, we shall much need you, we first seize on. I shall serve you truly, how ever else. For him I thank your grace. You know not why we came to visit you? Thus out of season, threatening dark eyed night, Ocasions noble Gloster of some prize, Wherein we must have use of your advise, Our Father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of desences, which I best thought it fit, To answer from our hand, the several messengers From hence attend dispatch▪ our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom, & bestow your needful council To our business, which craves the instant use. I serve you Madam, your Graces are right welcome. Good even to thee friend, art of the house? I. Where may we set our horses? Ith' mire. Prithee if thou love me, tell me. I love thee not. Why then I care not for thee. If I had thee in Lipsburie pinfold, I would make thee care for me. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. Fellow I know thee. What dost thou know me for? A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three shewted hundred pound, filthy worstedstocken knave, a lily lyuered action taking knave, a whoreson glassegazing superfinical rogue, one trunk inheriting slave, one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch, whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny the least syllable of the addition. What a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that's neither known of thee, nor knows thee. What a brazen faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me, is it two days ago since I beat thee, and tripped up thy heels before the King? draw you rogue, for though it be night the Moon shines, i'll make a sop of the moonshine a you, draw you whoreson cullyonly barber-munger, draw? Away, I have nothing to do with thee. Draw you rascal, you bring letters against the King, and take Vanity the puppets part, against the royalty of her father, draw you rogue or i'll so carbonado your shanks, draw you rascal, come your ways. Help, ho, murder, help. Strike you slave, stand rogue, stand you neat slave, strike? Help, ho, murder, help. How now, what's the matter? With you goodman boy, and you please come, i'll flesh you, come on young master.
seed 43: T27 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Twas my dutie Sir. He did betray his practise, and receiued This hurt you see, striuing to apprehend him. Is he pursued? I my good Lord. If he be taken, he shall neuer more be feard of doing harme, make your own purpose how in my strength you please, for you Edmund, whose vertue and obedience, doth this instant so much commend it selfe, you shall bee ours, natures of such deepe trust, wee shall much need you, we first seaze on. I shall serue you truly, how euer else. For him I thanke your grace. You know not why we came to visit you? Thus out of season, threatning darke ey'd night, Ocasions noble Gloster of some prise, Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise, Our Father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of desences, which I best thought it fit, To answer from our hand, the seuerall messengers From hence attend dispatch▪ our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosome, & bestow your needfull councell To our busines, which craues the instant vse. I serue you Madam, your Graces are right welcome. Good euen to thee friend, art of the house? I. Where may we set our horses? It'h mire. Prethee if thou loue me, tell me. I loue thee not. Why then I care not for thee. If I had thee in Lipsburie pinfold, I would make thee care for mee. Why dost thou vse me thus? I know thee not. Fellow I know thee. What dost thou know me for? A knaue, a rascall, an eater of broken meates, a base, proud, shallow, beggerly, three shewted hundred pound, filthy worsted-stocken knaue, a lilly lyuer'd action taking knaue, a whorson glassegazing superfinicall rogue, one truncke inheriting slaue, one that would'st bee a baud in way of good seruice, and art nothing but the composition of a knaue, begger, coward, pander, and the sonne and heire of a mungrell bitch, whom I will beat into clamorous whyning, if thou denie the least sillable of the addition. What a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to raile on one, that's neither knowne of thee, nor knowes thee. What a brazen fac't varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest mee, is it two dayes agoe since I beat thee, and tript vp thy heeles before the King? draw you rogue, for though it be night the Moone shines, ile make a sop of the moone-shine a you, draw you whorson cullyonly barber-munger, draw? Away, I haue nothing to doe with thee. Draw you rascall, you bring letters against the King, and take Vanitie the puppets part, against the royaltie of her father, draw you rogue or ile so carbonado your shankes, draw you rascall, come your wayes. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe. Strike you slaue, stand rogue, stand you neate slaue, strike? Helpe, ho, murther, helpe. How now, whats the matter? With you goodman boy, and you please come, ile fleash you, come on yong maister.