Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
My Lady's Father. My Lady's Father? my Lord's knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, you cur. I am none of these my Lord, I beseech your pardon. Do you bandy looks with me, you Rascal? I'll not be strucken my Lord. Nor tripped neither, you base Football player. I thank thee fellow. Thou servest me, and I'll love thee. Come sir, arise, away, I'll teach you differences: away, away, if you will measure your lubbers length again, tarry, but away, go too, have you wisdom, so. Now my friendly knave I thank thee, there's earnest of thy service. Let me hire him too, here's my Coxcomb. How now my pretty knave, how dost thou? Sirrah, you were best take my Coxcomb. Why my Boy? Why? for taking one's part that's out of favour, nay, & thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch cold shortly, there take my Coxcombs why this fellow has banished two on's Daughters, and did the third a blessing against his will, if thou follow him, thou must needs wear my Coxcomb. How now Nuncle? would I had two Coxcombs and two Daughters. Why my Boy? If I gave them all my living, I'd keep my Coxcombs myself, there's mine, beg another of thy Daughters. Take heed Sirrah, the whip. Truth's a dog must to kennel, he must be whipped out, when the Lady Brach may stand by ' th' fire and stink. A pestilent gall to me. Sirrah, I'll teach thee a speech. Do. Mark it Nuncle; Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest; Leave thy drink and thy whore, And keep in a door, And thou shalt have more, Then two ten to a score. This is nothing Foole. Then 'tis like the breath of an unfeed Lawyer, you gave me nothing for't, can you make no use of nothing Nuncle? Why no Boy, Nothing can be made out of nothing. Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to, he will not believe a Foole. A bitter Foole. Dost thou know the difference my Boy, between a bitter Fool, and a sweet one. No Lad, teach me. Nuncle, give me an egg, and I'll give thee two Crowns. What two Crowns shall they be? Why after I have cut the egg i' th' middle and eat up the meat, the two Crowns of the egg: when thou clovest thy Crowns i' th' middle, and gav'st away both parts, thou boar'st thine Ass on thy back o'er the dirt, thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown, when thou gav'st thy golden one away; if I speak like myself in this, let him be whipped that first finds it so. Fools had ne'er less grace in a year, For wisemen are grown foppish, And know not how their wits to wear, Their manners are so apish.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Ladies Father. My Ladies Father? my Lords knaue, you whorſon dog, you ſlaue, you curre. I am none of theſe my Lord, I beſeech your pardon. Do you bandy lookes with me, you Raſcall? Ile not be ſtrucken my Lord. Nor tript neither, you baſe Foot-ball plaier. I thanke thee fellow. Thou ſeru'ſt me, and Ile loue thee. Come ſir, ariſe, away, Ile teach you differences: away, away, if you will meaſure your lubbers length againe, tarry, but away, goe too, haue you wiſedome, ſo. Now my friendly knaue I thanke thee, there's earneſt of thy ſeruice. Let me hire him too, here's my Coxcombe. How now my pretty knaue, how doſt thou? Sirrah, you were beſt take my Coxcombe. Why my Boy? Why? for taking ones part that's out of fauour, nay, & thou canſt not ſmile as the wind ſits, thou'lt catch colde ſhortly, there take my Coxcombes why this fellow ha's baniſh'd two on's Daughters, and did the third a bleſſing againſt his will, if thou follow him, thou muſt needs weare my Coxcombe. How now Nunckle? would I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters. Why my Boy? If I gaue them all my liuing, I'ld keepe my Coxcombes my ſelfe, there's mine, beg another of thy Daughters. Take heed Sirrah, the whip. Truth's a dog muſt to kennell, hee muſt bee whipt out, when the Lady Brach may ſtand by' th' fire and ſtinke. A peſtilent gall to me. Sirha, Ile teach thee a ſpeech. Do. Marke it Nuncle; Haue more then thou ſhoweſt, Speake leſſe then thou knoweſt, Lend leſſe then thou oweſt, Ride more then thou goeſt, Learne more then thou troweſt, Set leſſe then thou throweſt; Leaue thy drinke and thy whore, And keepe in a dore, And thou ſhalt haue more, Then two tens to a ſcore. This is nothing Foole. Then 'tis like the breath of an vnfeed Lawyer, you gaue me nothing for't, can you make no vſe of nothing Nuncle? Why no Boy, Nothing can be made out of nothing. Prythee tell him, ſo much the rent of his land comes to, he will not beleeue a Foole. A bitter Foole. Do'ſt thou know the difference my Boy, betweene a bitter Foole, and a ſweet one. No Lad, teach me. Nunckle, giue me an egge, and Ile giue thee two Crownes. What two Crownes ſhall they be? Why after I haue cut the egge i' th' middle and eate vp the meate, the two Crownes of the egge: when thou cloueſt thy Crownes i' th' middle, and gau'ſt away both parts, thou boar'ſt thine Aſſe on thy backe o're the durt, thou had'ſt little wit in thy bald crowne, when thou gau'ſt thy golden one away; if I ſpeake like my ſelfe in this, let him be whipt that firſt findes it ſo. Fooles had nere leſſe grace in a yeere, For wiſemen are growne foppiſh, And know not how their wits to weare, Their manners are ſo apiſh.