Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dapled fools Being native Burghers of this desert City, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round banches gored. Indeed my Lord The melancholy Iaques grieves at that, And in that kind swears you do more usurp Then doth your brother that hath banished you: To day my Lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak, whose antic root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood, To the which place a poor sequestered Stag That from the Hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish; and indeed my Lord The wretched animal heaved forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Iaques, Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. But what said Iaques? Did he not moralise this spectacle? O yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into the needless stream; Poor Deer quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too must: then being there alone, Left and abandoned of his velvet friend; 'Tis right quoth he, thus misery doth part The Flux of company: anon a careless Herd Full of the pasture, jumps along by him And never staid to greet him: I quoth Iaques, Sweep on you fat and greasy Citizens, 'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of Country, City, Court, Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse To fright the Animals, and to kill them up In their assigned and native dwelling place. And did you leave him in this contemplation? We did my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing Deer. Show me the place, I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. I'll bring you to him straight. Can it be possible that no man saw them? It cannot be, some villains of my Court Are of consent and sufferance in this. I cannot hear of any that did see her, The Ladies her attendants of her chamber Saw her a bed, and in the morning early, They found the bed vntreasur'd of their Mistress. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft, Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing, Hisperia the Princess Gentlewoman Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her Cousin much commend The parts and graces of the Wrestler That did but lately foil the synowie Charles, And she believes where ever they are gone That youth is surely in their company.
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Come, ſhall we goe and kill vs veniſon? And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles Being natiue Burgers of this deſert City, Should in their owne confines with forked heads Haue their round banches goard. Indeed my Lord The melancholy Iaques grieues at that, And in that kinde ſweares you doe more vſurpe Then doth your brother that hath baniſh'd you: To day my Lord of Amiens, and my ſelfe, Did ſteale behinde him as he lay along Vnder an oake, whoſe anticke roote peepes out Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood, To the which place a poore ſequeſtred Stag That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt, Did come to languiſh; and indeed my Lord The wretched annimall heau'd forth ſuch groanes That their diſcharge did ſtretch his leatherne coat Almoſt to burſting, and the big round teares Cours'd one another downe his innocent noſe In pitteous chaſe: and thus the hairie foole, Much marked of the melancholie Iaques, Stood on th' extremeſt verge of the ſwift brooke, Augmenting it with teares. But what ſaid Iaques? Did he not moralize this ſpectacle? O yes, into a thouſand ſimilies. Firſt, for his weeping into the needleſſe ſtreame; Poore Deere quoth he, thou mak'ſt a teſtament As worldlings doe, giuing thy ſum of more To that which had too muſt: then being there alone, Left and abandoned of his veluet friend; 'Tis right quoth he, thus miſerie doth part The Fluxe of companie: anon a careleſſe Heard Full of the paſture, iumps along by him And neuer ſtai to greet him: I quoth Iaques, Sweepe on you fat and greazie Citizens, 'Tis iuſt the faſhion; wherefore doe you looke Vpon that poore and broken bankrupt there? Thus moſt inuectiuely he pierceth through The body of Countrie, Citie, Court, Yea, and of this our life, ſwearing that we Are meere vſurpers, tyrants, and whats worſe To fright the Annimals, and to kill them vp In their aſſign'd and natiue dwelling place. And did you leaue him in this contemplation? We did my Lord, weeping and commenting Vpon the ſobbing Deere. Show me the place, I loue to cope him in theſe ſullen fits, For then he's full of matter. Ile bring you to him ſtrait. Can it be poſſible that no man ſaw them? It cannot be, ſome villaines of my Court Are of conſent and ſufferance in this. I cannot heare of any that did ſee her, The Ladies her attendants of her chamber Saw her a bed, and in the morning early, They found the bed vntreaſur'd of their Miſtris. My Lord, the royniſh Clown, at whom ſo oft, Your Grace was wont to laugh is alſo miſſing, Hiſperia the Princeſſe Gentlewoman Confeſſes that ſhe ſecretly ore-heard Your daughter and her Coſen much commend The parts and graces of the Wraſtler That did but lately foile the ſynowie Charles, And ſhe beleeues where euer they are gone That youth is ſurely in their companie.