Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward then a Hare, his dishonesty appears, in leaving his friend here in necessity, and denying him: and for his cowardship ask Fabian. A Coward, a most devout Coward, religious in it. 'Slid I'll after him again, and beat him. Do, cuff him sound, but never draw thy sword And I do not. Come, let's see the event. I dare lay any money, 'twill be nothing yet. Will you make me believe, that I am not sent for you? Go too, go too, thou art a foolish fellow, Let me be clear of thee. Well held our i'faith: No, I do not know you, nor I am not sent to you by my Lady, to bid you come speak with her: nor your name is not Master Cesario, nor this is not my nose neither: Nothing that is so, is so. I prithee vent thy folly somewhere else, thou knowst not me. Vent my folly: He has heard that word of some great man, and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly: I am afraid this great lubber the World will prove a Cockney: I prithee now ungird thy strangeness, and tell me what I shall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to her that thou art coming? I prithee foolish greek depart from me, there's money for thee, if you tarry longer, I shall give worse payment. By my troth thou hast an open hand: these Wisemen that give fools money, get themselves a good report, after fourteen years' purchase. Now sir, have I met you again: there's for you. Why there's for thee, and there, and there, Are all the people mad? Hold sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the house. This will I tell my Lady strait, I would not be in some of your coats for two pence. Come on sir, hold. Nay let him alone, I'll go another way to work with him: I'll have an action of Battery against him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I struck him first, yet it's no matter for that. Let go thy hand. Come sir, I will not let you go. Come my young soldier put up your iron: you are well fleshed: Come on. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou now? If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword. What, what? Nay then I must have an Ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold. Madam. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch, Fit for the Mountains, and the barbarous Caves, Where manners ne'er were preached: out of my sight. Be not offended, dear Cesario: Rudesbey be gone. I prithee gentle friend, Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion sway In this uncivil, and unjust extent Against thy peace. Go with me to my house, And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks This Ruffian hath botched up, that thou thereby Mayst smile at this: Thou shalt not choose but go: Do not deny, beshrew his soul for me, He started one poor heart of mine, in thee.
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A very diſhoneſt paltry boy, and more a coward then a Hare, his diſhoneſty appeares, in leauing his frend heere in neceſſity, and denying him: and for his cowardſhip aske Fabian. A Coward, a moſt deuout Coward, religious in it. Slid Ile after him againe, and beate him. Do, cuffe him ſoundly, but neuer draw thy ſword And I do not. Come, let's ſee the euent. I dare lay any money, twill be nothing yet. Will you make me beleeue, that I am not ſent for you? Go too, go too, thou art a fooliſh fellow, Let me be cleere of thee. Well held our yfaith: No, I do not know you, nor I am not ſent to you by my Lady, to bid you come ſpeake with her: nor your name is not Maſter Cſario, nor this is not my noſe neyther: Nothing that is ſo, is ſo. I prethee vent thy folly ſome-where elſe, thou know'ſt not me. Vent my folly: He has heard that word of ſome great man, and now applyes it to a foole. Vent my folly: I am affraid this great lubber the World will proue a Cockney: I prethee now vngird thy ſtrangenes, and tell me what I ſhall vent to my Lady? Shall I vent to hir that thou art comming? I prethee fooliſh greeke depart from me, there's money for thee, if you tarry longer, I ſhall giue worſe paiment. By my troth thou haſt an open hand: theſe Wiſemen that giue fooles money, get themſelues a good report, after foureteene yeares purchaſe. Now ſir, haue I met you again: ther's for you. Why there's for thee, and there, and there, Are all the people mad? Hold ſir, or Ile throw your dagger ore the houſe. This will I tell my Lady ſtraight, I would not be in ſome of your coats for two pence. Come on ſir, hold. Nay let him alone, Ile go another way to worke with him: Ile haue an action of Battery againſt him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I ſtroke him firſt, yet it's no matter for that. Let go thy hand. Come ſir, I will not let you go. Come my yong ſouldier put vp your yron: you are well fleſh'd: Come on. I will be free from thee. What wouldſt yu now? If thou dar'ſt tempt me further, draw thy ſword. What, what? Nay then I muſt haue an Ounce or two of this malapert blood from you. Hold Toby, on thy life I charge thee hold. Madam. Will it be euer thus? Vngracious wretch, Fit for the Mountaines, and the barbarous Caues, Where manners nere were preach'd: out of my ſight. Be not offended, deere Ceſario: Rudesbey be gone. I prethee gentle friend, Let thy fayre wiſedome, not thy paſsion ſway In this vnciuill, and vniuſt extent Againſt thy peace. Go with me to my houſe, And heare thou there how many fruitleſſe prankes This Ruffian hath botch'd vp, that thou thereby Mayſt ſmile at this: Thou ſhalt not chooſe but goe: Do not denie, beſhrew his ſoule for mee, He ſtarted one poore heart of mine, in thee.