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 · 503 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.
Sir, in good faith, in sincere verity, Under th' allowance of your great aspect, Whose influence like the wreath of radiant fire On flicking Phoebus' front. What meanest by this? To go out of my dialect, which you discommend so much; I know Sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguiled you in a plain accent, was a plain Knave, which for my part I will not be, though I should win your displeasure to entreat me too't. What was th' 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 compact, and flattering his displeasure Tripped me behind: being down, insulted, railed, And put upon him such a deal of Man, That worthied him, got praises of the King, For him attempting, who was selfe-subdued, And in the fleshment of this dead exploit, Drew on me here again. None of these Rogues, and Cowards But Aiax is there Foole. Fetch forth the Stocks? You stubborn ancient Knave, you reverent Braggart, we'll teach you. Sir, I am too old to learn: Call not your Stocks for me, I serve the King. On whose employment I was sent to you, You shall do small respects, show too bold malice Against the Grace, and Person of my Master, Stocking 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 should not use me so. Sir, being his Knave, I will. This is a Fellow of the self same colour, Our Sister speaks of. Come, bring away the Stocks. Let me beseech your Grace, not to do so, The King his Master, needs must take it ill That he 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 Gentleman abused, assaulted. Come my Lord, away. I am sorry for thee friend, 'tis the Duke pleasure, Whose disposition all the world well knows Will not be rubbed nor stopped, I'll entreat for thee. Pray do not Sir, I have watched and travailed hard, Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle: A good man's fortune may grow out at heels: Give you good morrow. The Duke's too blame in this, 'Twill be ill taken. Good King, that must approve the common saw, Thou out of Heaven's 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 miracles 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 Losses their remedies. All weary and o'erwatched, Take vantage heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging. Fortune good-night, Smile once more, turn thy wheel.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, in good faith, in ſincere verity, Vnder th' allowance of your great aſpect, Whoſe influence like the wreath of radient fire On flicking Phoebus front. What mean'ſt by this? To go out of my dialect, which you diſcommend ſo much; I know Sir, I am no flatterer, he that beguild you in a plaine accent, was a plaine Knaue, which for my part I will not be, though I ſhould win your diſpleaſure to entreat me too't. What was th' offence you gaue him? I neuer gaue him any: It pleas'd the King his Maſter very late To ſtrike at me vpon his miſconſtruction, When he compact, and flattering his diſpleaſure Tript me behind: being downe, inſulted, rail'd, And put vpon him ſuch a deale of Man, That worthied him, got praiſes of the King, For him attempting, who was ſelfe-ſubdued, And in the fleſhment of this dead exploit, Drew on me here againe. None of theſe Rogues, and Cowards But Aiax is there Foole. Fetch forth the Stocks? You ſtubborne ancient Knaue, you reuerent Bragart, Wee'l teach you. Sir, I am too old to learne: Call not your Stocks for me, I ſerue the King. On whoſe imployment I was ſent to you, You ſhall doe ſmall reſpects, ſhow too bold malice Againſt the Grace, and Perſon of my Maſter, Stocking his Meſſenger. Fetch forth the Stocks; 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 dog, You ſhould not vſe me ſo. Sir, being his Knaue, I will. This is a Fellow of the ſelfe ſame colour, Our Siſter ſpeakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks. Let me beſeech your Grace, not to do ſo, The King his Maſter, needs muſt take it ill That he ſo ſlightly valued in his Meſſenger, Should haue him thus reſtrained. Ile anſwere that. My Siſter may recieue it much more worſſe, To haue her Gentleman abus'd, aſſaulted. Come my Lord, away. I am ſorry for thee friend, 'tis the Duke pleaſure, Whoſe diſpoſition all the world well knowes Will not be rub'd nor ſtopt, Ile entreat for thee. Pray do not Sir, I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard, Some time I ſhall ſleepe out, the reſt Ile whiſtle: A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles: Giue you good morrow. The Duke's too blame in this, 'Twill be ill taken. Good King, that muſt approue the common ſaw, Thou out of Heauens benediction com'ſt To the warme Sun. Approach thou Beacon to this vnder Globe, That by thy comfortable Beames I may Peruſe this Letter. Nothing almoſt ſees miracles But miſerie. I know 'tis from Cordelia, Who hath moſt fortunately beene inform'd Of my obſcured courſe. And ſhall finde time From this enormous State, ſeeking to giue Loſſes their remedies. All weary and o're-watch'd, Take vantage heauie eyes, not to behold This ſhamefull lodging. Fortune goodnight, Smile once more, turne thy wheele.