Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
O good sir Toby hold: here come the Officers. I'll be with you anon. Pray sir, put your sword up if you please. Marry will I sir: and for that I promised you I'll be as good as my word. He will bear you easily, and reigns well. This is the man, do thy Office. Anthonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino You do mistake me sir. No sir, no jot: I know your favour well: Though now you have no sea-cap on your head: Take him away, he knows I know him well. I must obey. This comes with seeking you: But there's no remedy, I shall answer it: What will you do: now my necessity Makes me to ask you for my purse. It grieves me Much more, for what I cannot do for you, Than what befalls myself: you stand amazed, But be of comfort. Come sir away. I must entreat of you some of that money. What money sir? For the fair kindness you have showed me here, And part being prompted by your present trouble, Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something: my having is not much, I'll make division of my present with you: Hold, there's half my Coffer. Will you deny me now, Is't possible that my deserts to you Can lack persuasion. Do not tempt my misery, Lest that it make me so unsound a man As to upbraid you with those kindnesses That I have done for you. I know of none, Nor know I you by voice, or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man, Then lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood. Oh heavens themselves. Come sir, I pray you go. Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here, I snatched one half out of the jaws of death, Relieved him with such sanctity of Ioue; And to his image, which me thought did promise Most venerable worth, did I devotion. What's that to us, the time goes by: Away. But oh, how vild an idol proves this God: Thou hast Sebastian done good feature, shame. In Nature, there's no blemish but the mind: None can be called deformed, but the unkind. Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks, ore-flourished by the devil. The man grows mad, away with him: Come, come sir. Lead me on. Me thinks his words do from such passion fly That he believes himself, so do not I: Prove true imagination, oh prove true, That I dear brother, be now ta'en for you. Come hither Knight, come hither Fabian: we'll whisper over a couplet or two of most sage saws. He named Sebastian: I my brother know Yet living in my glass: even such, and so In favour was my Brother, and he went Still in this fashion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: Oh if it prove, Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love.
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O good ſir Toby hold: heere come the Officers. Ile be with you anon. Pray ſir, put your ſword vp if you pleaſe. Marry will I ſir: and for that I promis'd you Ile be as good as my word. Hee will beare you eaſily, and raines well. This is the man, do thy Office. Anthonio, I arreſt thee at the ſuit of Count Orſino You do miſtake me ſir. No ſir, no iot: I know your fauour well: Though now you haue no ſea-cap on your head: Take him away, he knowes I know him well. I muſt obey. This comes with ſeeking you: But there's no remedie, I ſhall anſwer it: What will you do: now my neceſſitie Makes me to aske you for my purſe. It greeues mee Much more, for what I cannot do for you, Then what befals my ſelfe: you ſtand amaz'd, But be of comfort. Come ſir away. I muſt entreat of you ſome of that money. What money ſir? For the fayre kindneſſe you haue ſhew'd me heere, And part being prompted by your preſent trouble, Out of my leane and low ability Ile lend you ſomehing: my hauing is not much, Ile make diuiſion of my preſent with you: Hold, there's halfe my Coffer. Will you deny me now, Iſt poſſible that my deſerts to you Can lacke perſwaſion. Do not tempt my miſery, Leaſt that it make me ſo vnſound a man As to vpbraid you with thoſe kindneſſes That I haue done for you. I know of none, Nor know I you by voyce, or any feature: I hate ingratitude more in a man, Then lying, vainneſſe, babling drunkenneſſe, Or any taint of vice, whoſe ſtrong corruption Inhabites our fraile blood. Oh heauens themſelues. Come ſir, I pray you go. Let me ſpeake a little. This youth that you ſee heere, I ſnatch'd one halfe out of the iawes of death, Releeu'd him with ſuch ſanctitie of Ioue; And to his image, which me thought did promiſe Moſt venerable worth, did I deuotion. What's that to vs, the time goes by: Away. But oh, how vilde an idoll proues this God: Thou haſt Sebaſtian done good feature, ſhame. In Nature, there's no blemiſh but the minde: None can be call'd deform'd, but the vnkinde. Vertue is beauty, but the beauteous euill Are empty trunkes, ore-flouriſh'd by the deuill. The man growes mad, away with him: Come, come ſir. Leade me on. Me thinkes his words do from ſuch paſsion flye That he beleeues himſelfe, ſo do not I: Proue true imagination, oh proue true, That I deere brother, be now tane for you. Come hither Knight, come hither Fabian: Weel whiſper ore a couplet or two of moſt ſage ſawes. He nam'd Sebaſtian: I my brother know Yet liuing in my glaſſe: euen ſuch, and ſo In fauour was my Brother, and he went Still in this faſhion, colour, ornament, For him I imitate: Oh if it proue, Tempeſts are kinde, and ſalt waues freſh in loue.