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 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Farewell dear heart, since I must needs be gone. Nay good Sir Toby. His eyes do show his days are almost done. Is't even so? But I will never dye. Sir Toby there you lie. This is much credit to you. Shall I bid him go. What and if you do? Shall I bid him go, and spare not? O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Out o' tune sir, ye lie: Art any more than a Steward? Dost thou think because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more Cakes and Ale? Yes by S. Anne, and Ginger shall be hot ye th' mouth too. Th' art i' th' right. Go sir, rub your Chain with crumbs. A stoup of Wine Maria. Mistress Mary, if you prized my Lady's savour at any thing more than contempt, you would not give means for this uncivil rule; the shall know of it by this hand. Go shake your ears. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's a hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to break promise with him, and make a fool of him. Do't knight, I'll write thee a Challenge: or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Sweet Sir Toby be patiented for to night: Since the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Maluolio, let me alone with him: If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie strait in my bed: I know I can do it. Possess us, possess us, tell us something of him. Marry sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan. O, if I thought that, I'd beat him like a dog. What for being a Puritan, thy exquisite reason, dear knight. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason good enough. The devil a Puritan that he is, or any thing constantly but a time-pleaser, an affectioned Ass, that cons State without book, and utters it by great swarths. The best persuaded of himself: so crammed (as he thinks) with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all that look on him, love him: and on that vice in him, will my revenge find notable cause to work. What wilt thou do? I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of love, wherein by the colour of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gate, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my Lady your Niece, on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands. Excellent, I smell a device. I have't in my nose too. He shall think by the Letters that thou wilt drop that they come from my Niece, and that she's in love with him.
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Farewell deere heart, ſince I muſt needs be gone. Nay good Sir Toby. His eyes do ſhew his dayes are almoſt done. Is't euen ſo? But I will neuer dye. Sir Toby there you lye. This is much credit to you. Shall I bid him go. What and if you do? Shall I bid him go, and ſpare not? O no, no, no, no, you dare not. Out o' tune ſir, ye lye: Art any more then a Steward? Doſt thou thinke becauſe thou art vertuous, there ſhall be no more Cakes and Ale? Yes by S. Anne, and Ginger ſhall bee hotte y' th mouth too. Th' art i' th right. Goe ſir, rub your Chaine with crums. A ſtope of Wine Maria. Miſtris Mary, if you priz'd my Ladies ſauour at any thing more then contempt, you would not giue meanes for this vnciuill rule; the ſhall know of it by this hand. Go ſhake your eares. 'Twere as good a deede as to drink when a mans a hungrie, to challenge him the field, and then to breake promiſe with him, and make a foole of him. Doo't knight, Ile write thee a Challenge: or Ile deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth. Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night: Since the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady, ſhe is much out of quiet. For Monſieur Maluolio, let me alone with him: If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make him a common recreation, do not thinke I haue witte enough to lye ſtraight in my bed: I know I can do it. Poſſeſſe vs, poſſeſſe vs, tell vs ſomething of him. Marrie ſir, ſometimes he is a kinde of Puritane. O, if I thought that, Ide beate him like a dogge. What for being a Puritan, thy exquiſite reaſon, deere knight. I haue no exquiſite reaſon for't, but I haue reaſon good enough. The diu'll a Puritane that hee is, or any thing conſtantly but a time-pleaſer, an affection'd Aſſe, that cons State without booke, and vtters it by great ſwarths. The beſt perſwaded of himſelfe: ſo cram'd (as he thinkes) with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith, that all that looke on him, loue him: and on that vice in him, will my reuenge finde notable cauſe to worke. What wilt thou do? I will drop in his way ſome obſcure Epiſtles of loue, wherein by the colour of his beard, the ſhape of his legge, the manner of his gate, the expreſſure of his eye, forehead, and complection, he ſhall finde himſelfe moſt feelingly perſonated. I can write very like my Ladie your Neece, on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make diſtinction of our hands. Excellent, I ſmell a deuice. I hau't in my noſe too. He ſhall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop that they come from my Neece, and that ſhee's in loue with him.