Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Lose the Tide, and the voyage, and the Master, and the Service, and the tide: why man, if the River were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. Come: come away man, I was sent to call thee. Sir: call me what thou darest. Wilt thou go? Well, I will go. Servant. Mistress. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. I Boy, it's for love. Not of you. Of my Mistress then. 'Twere good you knocked him. Servant, you are sad. Indeed, Madam, I seem so. Seem you that you are not? Haply I do. So do Counterfeyts. So do you. What seem I that I am not? Wise. What instance of the contrary? Your folly. And how quote you my folly? I quote it in your jerkin. My jerkin is a doublet. Well then, I'll double your folly. How? What, angry, Sir Thurio, do you change colour? Give him leave, Madam, he is a kind of Camelion. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, then live in your air. You have said Sir. I Sir, and done too for this time. I know it well sir, you always end ere you begin. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, & quickly shot off 'Tis indeed, Madam, we thank the giver. Who is that Servant? Yourself (sweet Lady) for you gave the fire, Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladyship's looks, And spends what he borrows kindly in your company Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. I know it well sir: you have an Exchequer of words, And I think, no other treasure to give your followers: For it appears by their bare Liveries That they live by your bare words. No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father is in good health, What say you to a Letter from your friends Of much good news? My Lord, I will be thankful, To any happy messenger from thence. Know ye Don Antonio, your Countryman? I, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed. Hath he not a Son? I, my good Lord, a Son, that well deserves The honour, and regard of such a father. You know him well? I knew him as myself: for from our Infancy We have conversed, and spent our hours together, And though myself have been an idle Truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time To clothe mine age with Angellike perfection: Yet hath Sir Protheus (for that's his name) Made use, and fair advantage of his days: His years but young, but his experience old: His head vn-mellowed, but his judgement ripe; And in a word (for far behind his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow.) He is complete in feature, and in mind, With all good grace, to grace a Gentleman.
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Looſe the Tide, and the voyage, and the Maſter, and the Seruice, and the tide: why man, if the Riuer were drie, I am able to fill it with my teares: if the winde were downe, I could driue the boate with my ſighes. Come: come away man, I was ſent to call thee. Sir: call me what thou dar'ſt. Wilt thou goe? Well, I will goe. Seruant. Miſtris. Maſter, Sir Thurio frownes on you. I Boy, it's for loue. Not of you. Of my Miſtreſſe then. 'Twere good you knockt him. Seruant, you are ſad. Indeed, Madam, I ſeeme ſo. Seeme you that you are not? Hap'ly I doe. So doe Counterfeyts. So doe you. What ſeeme I that I am not? Wiſe. What inſtance of the contrary? Your folly. And how quoat you my folly? I quoat it in your Ierkin. My Ierkin is a doublet. Well then, Ile double your folly. How? What, angry, Sir Thurio, do you change colour? Giue him leaue, Madam, he is a kind of Camelion. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud, then liue in your ayre. You haue ſaid Sir. I Sir, and done too for this time. I know it wel ſir, you alwaies end ere you begin. A fine volly of words, gentlemē, & quickly ſhot off 'Tis indeed, Madam, we thank the giuer. Who is that Seruant? Your ſelfe (ſweet Lady) for you gaue the fire, Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiſhips lookes, And ſpends what he borrowes kindly in your company Sir, if you ſpend word for word with me, I ſhall make your wit bankrupt. I know it well ſir: you haue an Exchequer of words, And I thinke, no other treaſure to giue your followers: For it appeares by their bare Liueries That they liue by your bare words. No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father. Now, daughter Siluia, you are hard beſet. Sir Valentine, your father is in good health, What ſay you to a Letter from your friends Of much good newes? My Lord, I will be thankfull, To any happy meſſenger from thence. Know ye Don Antonio, your Countriman? I, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman To be of worth, and worthy eſtimation, And not without deſert ſo well reputed. Hath he not a Sonne? I, my good Lord, a Son, that well deſerues The honor, and regard of ſuch a father. You know him well? I knew him as my ſelfe: for from our Infancie We haue conuerſt, and ſpent our howres together, And though my ſelfe haue beene an idle Trewant, Omitting the ſweet benefit of time To cloath mine age with Angel-like perfection: Yet hath Sir Protheus (for that's his name) Made vſe, and faire aduantage of his daies: His yeares but yong, but his experience old: His head vn-mellowed, but his Iudgement ripe; And in a word (for far behinde his worth Comes all the praiſes that I now beſtow.) He is compleat in feature, and in minde, With all good grace, to grace a Gentleman.