Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.79 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
I do presume sir, that you are not fall'n From the report that goes upon your goodness, And therefore goaded with most sharp occasions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The use of your own virtues, for the which I shall continue thankful. What's your will? That it will please you To give this poor petition to the King, And aid me with that store of power you have To come into his presence. The Kings not here. Not here sir? Not indeed, He hence removed last night, and with more haste Than is his use. Lord how we lose our pains. All's well that ends well yet, Though time seem so adverse, and means unfit: I do beseech you, whither is he gone? Marry as I take it to Rossillion, Wither I am going. I do beseech you sir, Since you are like to see the King before me, Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I presume shall render you no blame, But rather make you thank your pains for it, I will come after you with what good speed Our means will make us means. This I'll do for you. And you shall find yourself to be well thanked what e'er falls more. We must to horse again, Go, go, provide. Good Mr Lavache give my Lord Lafeu this letter, I have ere now sir been better known to you, when I have held familiarity with fresher clothes: but I am now sir muddied in fortune's mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure. Truly, Fortune's displeasure is but sluttish if it smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring. Pre thee allow the wind. Nay you need not to stop your nose sir: I spoke but by a Metaphor. Indeed sir, if your Metaphor stink, I will stop my nose, or against any man's Metaphor. Prithee get thee further. Pray you sir deliver me this paper. Foh, prithee stand away: a paper from fortune's close-stool, to give to a Nobleman. Look here he comes himself. here is a purre of Fortune's sir, or of Fortune's Cat, but not a Muscat, that has fall'n into the unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and as he says is muddied withal. Pray you sir, use the carp as you may, for he looks like a poor decayed, ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his distress in my smiles of comfort, and leave him to your Lordship. My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratched. And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to pair her nails now. Wherein have you played the knave with fortune that she should scratch you, who of herself is a good Lady, and would not have knaves thrive long under? There's a Cardecu for you: Let the justices make you and fortune friends; I am for other business. I beseech your honour to hear me one single word.
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I do preſume ſir, that you are not falne From the report that goes vpon your goodneſſe, And therefore goaded with moſt ſharpe occaſions, Which lay nice manners by, I put you to The vſe of your owne vertues, for the which I ſhall continue thankefull. What's your will? That it will pleaſe you To giue this poore petition to the King, And ayde me with that ſtore of power you haue To come into his preſence. The Kings not heere. Not heere ſir? Not indeed, He hence remou'd laſt night, and with more haſt Then is his vſe. Lord how we looſe our paines. All's well that ends well yet, Though time ſeeme ſo aduerſe, and meanes vnfit: I do beſeech you, whither is he gone? Marrie as I take it to Roſſillion, Whither I am going. I do beſeech you ſir, Since you are like to ſee the King before me, Commend the paper to his gracious hand, Which I preſume ſhall render you no blame, But rather make you thanke your paines for it, I will come after you with what good ſpeede Our meanes will make vs meanes. This Ile do for you. And you ſhall finde your ſelfe to be well thankt what e're falles more. We muſt to horſe againe, Go, go, prouide. Good Mr Lauatch giue my Lord Lafew this letter, I haue ere now ſir beene better knowne to you, when I haue held familiaritie with freſher cloathes: but I am now ſir muddied in fortunes mood, and ſmell ſomewhat ſtrong of her ſtrong diſpleaſure. Truely, Fortunes diſpleaſure is but ſluttiſh if it ſmell ſo ſtrongly as thou ſpeak'ſt of: I will hencefoorth eate no Fiſh of Fortunes butt'ring. Pre thee alow the winde. Nay you neede not to ſtop your noſe ſir: I ſpake but by a Metaphor. Indeed ſir, if your Metaphor ſtinke, I will ſtop my noſe, or againſt any mans Metaphor. Prethe get thee further. Pray you ſir deliuer me this paper. Foh, prethee ſtand away: a paper from fortunes cloſe-ſtoole, to giue to a Nobleman. Looke heere he comes himſelfe. Heere is a purre of Fortunes ſir, or of Fortunes Cat, but not a Muſcat, that ha's falne into the vncleane fiſh-pond of her diſpleaſure, and as he ſayes is muddied withall. Pray you ſir, vſe the Carpe as you may, for he lookes like a poore decayed, ingenious, fooliſh, raſcally knaue. I doe pittie his diſtreſſe in my ſmiles of comfort, and leaue him to your Lordſhip. My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly ſcratch'd. And what would you haue me to doe? 'Tis too late to paire her nailes now. Wherein haue you played the knaue with fortune that ſhe ſhould ſcratch you, who of her ſelfe is a good Lady, and would not haue knaues thriue long vnder? There's a Cardecue for you: Let the Iuſtices make you and fortune friends; I am for other buſineſſe. I beſeech your honour to heare mee one ſingle word▪