Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Let me not stay a jot for dinner, go get it ready: how now, what art thou? A man Sir. What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us? I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust, to love him that is honest, to converse with him that is wise and says little, to fear judgement, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish. What art thou? A very honest hearted Fellow, and as poor as the King. If thou beest as poor for a subject, as he's for a King, thou art 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 fain call Master. What's that? Authority. What services canst thou 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 Sir 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 you Sirrah, where's my Daughter? So please you— What says the Fellow there? Call the Clot-pole back: where's my Fool? Ho, I think the world's asleep, how now? Where's that Mongrel? He says my Lord, your Daughters 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. He 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 of kindness appears as well in the general dependants, 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 and purpose of unkindness; I will look further intoo't: but where's my 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 well, go you and tell my Daughter, I would speak with her. Go you call hither my Fool; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither Sir, who am I Sir?
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Let me not ſtay a iot for dinner, go get it ready: how now, what art thou? A man Sir. What doſt thou profeſſe? What would'ſt thou with vs? I do profeſſe to be no leſſe then I ſeeme; to ſerue him truely that will put me in truſt, to loue him that is honeſt, to conuerſe with him that is wiſe and ſaies little, to feare iudgement, to fight when I cannot chooſe, and to eate no fiſh. What art thou? A very honeſt hearted Fellow, and as poore as the King. If thou be'ſt as poore for a ſubiect, as hee's for a King, thou art poore enough. What wouldſt thou? Seruice. Who wouldſt thou ſerue? You. Do'ſt thou know me fellow? No Sir, but you haue that in your countenance, which I would faine call Maſter. What's that? Authority. What ſeruices canſt thou do? I can keepe honeſt counſaile, ride, run, marre a curious tale in telling it, and deliuer a plaine meſſage bluntly: that which ordinary men are fit for, I am quallified in, and the beſt of me, is Dilligence. How old art thou? Not ſo young Sir to loue a woman for ſinging, nor ſo old to dote on her for any thing. I haue yeares on my backe forty eight. Follow me, thou ſhalt ſerue me, if I like thee no worſe after dinner, I will not part from thee yet. Dinner ho, dinner, where's my knaue? my Foole? Go you and call my Foole hither. You you Sirrah, where's my Daughter? So pleaſe you — What ſaies the Fellow there? Call the Clot-pole backe: wher's my Foole? Ho, I thinke the world's aſleepe, how now? Where's that Mungrell? He ſaies my Lord, your Daughters is not well. Why came not the ſlaue backe to me when I call'd him? Sir, he anſwered me in the roundeſt manner, he would not. He would not? My Lord, I know not what the matter is, but to my iudgement your Highneſſe is not entertain'd with that Ceremonious affection as you were wont, theres a great abatement of kindneſſe appeares as well in the generall dependants, as in the Duke himſelfe alſo, and your Daughter. Ha? Saiſt thou ſo? I beſeech you pardon me my Lord, if I bee miſtaken, for my duty cannot be ſilent, when I thinke your Highneſſe wrong'd. Thou but remembreſt me of mine owne Conception, I haue perceiued a moſt faint neglect of late, which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curioſitie, then as a very pretence and purpoſe of vnkindneſſe; I will looke further intoo't: but where's my Foole? I haue not ſeene him this two daies. Since my young Ladies going into France Sir, the Foole hath much pined away. No more of that, I haue noted it well, goe you and tell my Daughter, I would ſpeake with her. Goe you call hither my Foole; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither Sir, who am I Sir?