Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
What's the offence you gave him? I never gave him any, it pleased the King his master Very late to strike at me upon his misconstruction, When he conjunct and flattering his displeasure Tripped me behind, being down, insulted, railed, And put upon him such a deal of man, that, That worthied him, got praises of the King, For him attempting who was self subdued, And in the flechuent of this dread exploit, Drew on me here again. None of these rogues & cowards but A'Iax is their fool. Bring forth the stocks ho? You stubborn miscreant knave, you reverent braggart, we'll teach you. I am too old to learn, call not your stocks for me, I serve the King, on whose employments I was sent to you, You should do small respect, show too bold malice Against the Grace and person of my master, Stopping his messenger. Fetch forth the stocks? as I have life and honour, There shall he sit till noon. Till noon, till night my Lord, and all night too. Why Madam, if I were your father's dog, you could not use me so. Sir being his knave, I will. This is a fellow of the self same nature, Our sister speak of, come bring away the stocks? Let me beseech your Grace not to do so, His fault is much, and the good King his master Will check him for't, your purpost low correction Is such, as basest and temnest wretches for pilfrings And most common trespasses are punished with, The King must take it ill, that he's so slightly valued In his messenger, should have him thus restrained. I'll answer that. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her Gentlemen abused, assaulted For following her affairs, put in his legs, Come my good Lord away? I am sorry for thee friend, 'tis the Duke's pleasure, Whose disposition all the world well knows Will not be rubbed nor stopped, i'll entreat for thee. Pray you do not sir, I have watched and travailed hard, Sometime I shall sleep out, the rest i'll whistle, A good man's fortune may grow out at heels, Give you good morrow. The Dukes to blame in this, 'twill be ill took. Good King that must approve the common saw, Thou out of heavens benediction comest To the warm Sun. Approach thou beacon to this under globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter, nothing almost sees my wrack But misery, I know 'tis from Cordelia, Who hath most fortunately been informed Of my obscured course, and shall find time From this enormous state, seeking to give Losles their remedies, all weary and overwatch Take vantage heavy eyes not to behold This shameful lodging, Fortune goodnight, Smile, once more turn thy wheel.
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What's the offence you gaue him? I neuer gaue him any, it pleas'd the King his maister Very late to strike at me vpon his misconstruction, When he coniunct and flattering his displeasure Tript me behind, being downe, insulted, rayld, And put vpon him such a deale of man, that, That worthied him, got prayses of the King, For him attempting who was selfe subdued, And in the flechuent of this dread exploit, Drew on me here againe. None of these roges & cowards but A'Iax is their foole. Bring sorth the stockes ho? You stubburne miscreant knaue, you reuerent bragart, Weele teach you. I am too old to learne, call not your stockes for me, I serue the King, on whose imployments I was sent to you, You should doe small respect, shew too bold malice Against the Grace and person of my maister, Stopping his messenger. Fetch forth the stockes? as I haue life and honour, There shall he sit till noone. Till noone, till night my Lord, and all night too. Why Madam, if I were your fathers dogge, you could not vse me so. Sir being his knaue, I will. This is a fellow of the selfe same nature, Our sister speake of, come bring away the stockes? Let me beseech your Grace not to doe so, His fault is much, and the good King his maister VVill check him for't, your purpost low correction Is such, as basest and temnest wretches for pilfrings And most common trespasses are punisht with, The King must take it ill, that hee's so slightly valued In his messenger, should haue him thus restrained. Ile answer that. My sister may receiue it much more worse, To haue her Gentlemen abus'd, assalted For following her affaires, put in his legges, Come my good Lord away? I am sory for thee friend, tis the Dukes pleasure, VVhose disposition all the world well knowes VVill not be rubd nor stopt, ile intreat for thee. Pray you doe not sir, I haue watcht and trauaild hard, Sometime I shal sleepe out, the rest ile whistle, A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles, Giue you good morrow. The Dukes to blame in this, twill be ill tooke. Good King that must approue the cōmon saw, Thou out of heauens benediction comest To the warme Sunne. Approach thou beacon to this vnder gloabe, That by thy comfortable beames I may Peruse this letter, nothing almost sees my wracke But miserie, I know tis from Cordelia, VVho hath most fortunately bin informed Of my obscured course, and shall find time From this enormious state, seeking to giue Losles their remedies, all wearie and ouerwatch Take vantage heauie eyes not to behold This shamefull lodging, Fortune goodnight, Smile, once more turne thy wheele.