Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
And a chain that you once wore about his neck: change you colour? I, prithee who? O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but Mountains may be removed with Earthquakes, and so encounter. Nay, but who is it? Is it possible? Nay, I prithee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. Good my complexion, dost thou think though I am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South-sea of discovery. I prithee tell me, who is it quickly, and speak apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as Wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I prithee take the Cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. So you may put a man in your belly. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard? Nay, he hath but a little beard. Why God will send more, if the man will be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. It is young Orlando, that tripped up the Wrestlers heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak sad brow, and true maid. I' faith (Coz) 'tis he. Orlando? Orlando. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet & hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What said he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in one word. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first: 'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Age's size, to say I and no, to these particulars, is more than to answer in a Catechism. But doth he know that I am in this Forest, and in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day he Wrestled? It is as easy to count Atoms as to resolve the propositions of a Lover: but take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree like a dropped acorn. It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops forth fruit. Give me audience, good Madam. Proceed. There lay he stretched along like a Wounded knight. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground. Cry holla, to the tongue, I prithee: it curuettes unseasonably. He was furnished like a Hunter. O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart. I would sing my song without a burden, thou bring'st me out of tune.
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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And a chaine that you once wore about his neck: change you colour? I, pre'thee who? O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earthquakes, and ſo encounter. Nay, but who is it? Is it poſſible? Nay, I pre'thee now, with moſt petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is. O wonderfull, wonderfull, and moſt wonderfull wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. Good my complection, doſt thou think though I am capariſon'd like a man, I haue a doublet and hoſe in my diſpoſition? One inch of delay more, is a South-ſea of diſcouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and ſpeake apace: I would thou couldſt ſtammer, that thou might'ſt powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings. So you may put a man in your belly. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard? Nay, he hath but a little beard. Why God will ſend more, if the man will bee thankful: let me ſtay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wraſtlers heeles, and your heart, both in an inſtant. Nay, but the diuell take mocking: ſpeake ſadde brow, and true maid. I' faith (Coz) tis he. Orlando? Orlando. Alas the day, what ſhall I do with my doublet & hoſe? What did he when thou ſaw'ſt him? What ſayde he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes hee heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How parted he with thee? And when ſhalt thou ſee him againe? Anſwer me in one vvord. You muſt borrow me Gargantuas mouth firſt: 'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages ſize, to ſay I and no, to theſe particulars, is more then to anſwer in a Catechiſme. But doth he know that I am in this Forreſt, and in mans apparrell? Looks he as freſhly, as he did the day he Wraſtled? It is as eaſie to count Atomies as to reſolue the propoſitions of a Louer: but take a taſte of my finding him, and relliſh it with good obſeruance. I found him vnder a tree like a drop'd Acorne. It may vvel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes forth fruite. Giue me audience, good Madam. Proceed. There lay hee ſtretch'd along like a Wounded knight. Though it be pittie to ſee ſuch a ſight, it vvell becomes the ground. Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes vnſeaſonably. He was furniſh'd like a Hunter. O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart. I would ſing my ſong without a burthen, thou bring'ſt me out of tune.