Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.84 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Come on, there is six pence for you. Let's have a song. There's a testrill of me too: if one knight give a Would you have a lovesong, or a song of good life? A love song, a love song. I, I. I care not for good life. O Mistress mine where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true loves coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further pretty sweeting. journeys end in lover's meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Excellent good, i'faith. Good, good. What is love, 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth, hath present laughter: What's to come, is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me sweet and twenty: Youths a stuff will not endure. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. A contagious breath. Very sweet, and contagious i'faith. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouse the night-Owle in a Catch, that will draw three souls out of one Weaver? Shall we do that? And you love me, let's do't: I am dog at a Catch. Byrlady sir, and some dogs will catch well. Most certain: Let our Catch be, Thou Knave. Hold thy peace, thou Knave knight. I shall be constrained in't, to call thee knave, Knight. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave. Begin fool: it begins, Hold thy peace. I shall never begin if I hold my peace. Good i'faith: Come begin. What a caterwauling do you keep here? If my Lady have not called up her Steward Maluolio, and bid him turn you out of doors, never trust me. My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios a Peg-a-ramsie, and Three merry men be we. Am not I consanguinious? Am I not of her blood: tilly valley. Lady, There dwelled a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady. Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling. I, he does well enough if he be disposed, and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. O the twelfe day of December. For the love o' God peace. My masters are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like Tinkers at this time of night? Do ye make an Alehouse of my Lady's house, that ye squeak out your Coziers' Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? We did keep time sir in our Catches. Snecke up. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My Lady bade me tell you, that though she harbours you as her kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are welcome to the house: if not, and it would please you to take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
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Come on, there is ſixe pence for you. Let's haue a ſong. There's a teſtrill of me too: if one knight giue a Would you haue a loue-ſong, or a ſong of good life? A loue ſong, a loue ſong. I, I. I care not for good life. O Miſtris mine where are you roming? O ſtay and heare, your true loues coming, That can ſing both high and low. Trip no further prettie ſweeting. Iourneys end in louers meeting, Euery wiſe mans ſonne doth know. Excellent good, ifaith. Good, good. What is loue, tis not heereafter, Preſent mirth, hath preſent laughter: What's to come, is ſtill vnſure. In delay there lies no plentie, Then come kiſſe me ſweet and twentie: Youths a ſtuffe will not endure. A mellifluous voyce, as I am true knight. A contagious breath. Very ſweet, and contagious ifaith. To heare by the noſe, it is dulcet in contagion. But ſhall we make the Welkin dance indeed? Shall wee rowze the night-Owle in a Catch, that will drawe three ſoules out of one Weauer? Shall we do that? And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a Catch. Byrlady ſir, and ſome dogs will catch well. Moſt certaine: Let our Catch be, Thou Knaue. Hold thy peace, thou Knaue knight. I ſhall be conſtrain'd in't, to call thee knaue, Knight. 'Tis not the firſt time I haue conſtrained one to call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins, Hold thy peace. I ſhall neuer begin if I hold my peace. Good ifaith: Come begin. What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere? If my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio, and bid him turne you out of doores, neuer truſt me. My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios a Peg-a-ramſie, and Three merry men be wee. Am not I conſanguinious? Am I not of her blood: tilly vally. Ladie, There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady, Lady. Beſhrew me, the knights in admirable fooling. I, he do's well enough if he be diſpos'd, and ſo do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it more naturall. O the twelfe day of December. For the loue o' God peace. My maſters are you mad? Or what are you? Haue you no wit, manners, nor honeſtie, but to gabble like Tinkers at this time of night? Do yee make an Alehouſe of my Ladies houſe, that ye ſqueak out your Coziers Catches without any mitigation or remorſe of voice? Is there no reſpect of place, perſons, nor time in you? We did keepe time ſir in our Catches. Snecke vp. Sir Toby, I muſt be round with you. My Lady bad me tell you, that though ſhe harbors you as her kinſman, ſhe's nothing ally'd to your diſorders. If you can ſeparate your ſelfe and your miſdemeanors, you are welcome to the houſe: if not, and it would pleaſe you to take leaue of her, ſhe is very willing to bid you farewell.