Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
I will pray there Against thy House: May Dogs defile thy walls, And Wasps and Hornets breed beneath thy roof, This seat of falsehood, and this cave of cozenage. Another too? Not I Sir, I am no Brother. Away you Harry Nicholas, do you talk? No this was Abel Drugger. Good Sir, go. And satisfy him; tell him, all is done: He stayed too long a washing of his face. The Doctor, he shall hear of him at Westchester: And of the Captain, tell him at Yarmouth, or Some good Port-town else, lying for a wind. If you can get off the Angry Child now, Sir— Come on, you Yew, you have matched most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would never ha' you tupped But by a dubbed Boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a Mammet! O, I could touse you, now. Death, mun' you marry with a pox? You lie, Boy; As sound as you: and I am afore-handwith you. Anon? Come, will you quarrel? I will feeze you, sirrah. Why do you not buckle to your tools? God's light! This is a fine Old Boy, as ere I saw! What do you change your copy now? Proceed, Here stands my Dove: stoop at her, if you dare. 'Slight I must love him: I cannot choose i'faith, And I should be hanged for't. Sister, I protest I honour thee, for this match. O do you so, Sir. Yes, and thou canst take Tobacco, and drink, Old Boy, I'll give her five hundred pound more, to her Marriage, Then her own State. Fill a pipeful, Ieremie. Yes, but go in, and take it, Sir. We will. I will be ruled by thee in any thing, Ieremy. 'Slight, thou art not Hidebound, thou art a jovy Boy! Come let's in pray thee, and take our Wyffes. Whiff in with your Sister, brother Boy. That Master That had received such happiness by a Servant, In such a Widow, and with so much wealth, Were very ungrateful, if he would not be A little indulgent to that servants wit, And help his fortune, though with some small strain Of his own candour. Therefore Gentlemen, And kind Spectators, if I have out stripped An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think What a young Wife, and a good Brain may do: Stretch Ages truth sometimes, and crack it too. Speak for thyself, Knave. So I will Sir. Gentlemen, My Part a little fell in this last Scene, Yet 'twas decorum. And though I am clean Got off, from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol, Hot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all With whom I traded; yet I put myself On you, that are my Country: And this Pelf, Which I have got, if you do quit me, rests To feast you often, and invite new guests.
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I will pray there Against thy House: May Dogges defile thy walles, And Waspes and Hornets breed beneath thy roofe, This seat of falsehood, and this caue of cos'nage. Another too? Not I Sir, I am no Brother. Away you Harry Nicholas, doe you talke? No this was Abel Drugger. Good Sir, goe. And satisfie him; tell him, all is done: He stay'd too long a washing of his face. The Doctor, he shall heare of him at Westchester: And of the Captaine, tell him at Yarmouth, or Some good Port-towne else, lying for a winde. If you can get off the Angry Child now, Sir— Come on, you Yew, you haue match'd most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would neuer ha' you tupt But by a dub'd Boy, to make you a Lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a Mammet! O, I could touse you, now. Death, mun' you marry with a poxe? You lye, Boy; As sound as you: and I am afore-handwith you. Anone? Come, will you quarrell? I will feize you, sirrah. Why doe you not buckle to your tooles? Gods light! This is a fine Old Boy, as ere I saw! What doe you change your coppy now? Proceede, Here stands my Doue: stoope at her, if you dare. 'Slight I must loue him: I cannot choose i-faith, And I should be hang'd for't. Suster, I protest I honour thee, for this match. O doe you so, Sir. Yes, and thou canst take Tobacco, and drinke, Old Boy, I'll giue her fiue hundred pound more, to her Marriage, Then her owne State. Fill a pipe-full, Ieremie. Yes, but goe in, and take it, Sir. We will. I will be rul'd by thee in any thing, Ieremy. 'Slight, thou art not Hide-bound, thou art a Iouy Boy! Come let's in pray thee, and take our Wffes. Whiffe in with your Sister, brother Boy. That Master That had receiu'd such happinesse by a Seruant, In such a Widdow, and with so much wealth, Were very vngratefull, if he would not be A little indulgent to that Seruants wit, And help his fortune, though with some small straine Of his owne candor. Therefore Gentlemen, And kinde Spectators, if I hau out stript An old mans grauitie, or strict canon, thinke What a yong Wife, and a good Brayne may doe: Stretch Ages truth sometimes, and crack it too. Speake for thy selfe, Knaue. So I wil Sir. Gentlemen, My Part a little fell in this last Scene, Yet 'twas decorum. And though I am cleane Got off, from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol, Hot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all With whom I traded; yet I put my selfe On you, that are my Country: And this Pelfe, Which I haue got, if you doe quit me, rests To feast you often, and inite new ghests.