Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Sir Topas, sir Topas. My most exquisite sir Topas. Nay I am for all waters. Thou mightst have done this without thy beard and gown, he sees thee not. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word how thou findest him: I would we were well rid of this knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he were, for I am now so far in offence with my Niece, that I cannot pursue with any safety this sport the vppeshot. Come by and by to my Chamber. hay Robin, jolly Robin, tell me how thy Lady does. Foole. My Lady is unkind, perdie. Foole. Alas why is she so? Fool, I say. She loves another. Who calls, ha'? Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my hand, help me to a Candle, and pen, ink, and paper: as I am a Gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't. M. Maluolio? I good Foole. Alas sir, how fell you besides your five wits? Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused: I am as well in my wits (fool) as thou art. But as well: than you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits then a fool. They have here propertied me: keep me in darkness, send Ministers to me, Asses, and do all they can to face me out of my wits. Advise you what you say: the Minister is here. Maluolio, Maluolio, thy wits the heavens restore: endeavour thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble. Sir Topas. Maintain no words with him good fellow. Who I sir, not I sir. God buy you good sir Topas: Marry Amen. I will sir, I will. Fool, fool, fool I say. Alas sir be patiented. What say you sir, I am shent for speaking to you. Good fool, help me to some light, and some paper, I tell thee I am as well in my wits, as any man in Illyria. Welladay, that you were sir. By this hand I am: good fool, some ink, paper, and light: and convey what I will set down to my Lady: it shall advantage thee more, than ever the bearing of Letter did. I will help you too't. But tell me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit. Believe me I am not, I tell thee true. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his brains I will fetch you light, and paper, and ink. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I prithee be gone. I am gone sir, and anon sir, I'll be with you again: In a trice, like to the old vice, your need to sustain. Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath, cries ah ha', to the devil: Like a mad lad, pair thy nails dad, Adieu good man devil.
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Sir Topas, ſir Topas. My moſt exquiſite ſir Topas. Nay I am for all waters. Thou mightſt haue done this without thy berd and gowne, he ſees thee not. To him in thine owne voyce, and bring me word how thou findſt him: I would we were well ridde of this knauery. If he may bee conueniently deliuer'd, I would he were, for I am now ſo farre in offence with my Niece, that I cannot purſue with any ſafety this ſport the vppeſhot. Come by and by to my Chamber. Hey Robin, iolly Robin, tell me how thy Lady does. Foole. My Lady is vnkind, perdie. Foole. Alas why is ſhe ſo? Foole, I ſay. She loues another. Who calles, ha? Good foole, as euer thou wilt deſerue well at my hand, helpe me to a Candle, and pen, inke, and paper: as I am a Gentleman, I will liue to bee thankefull to thee for't. M. Maluolio? I good Foole. Alas ſir, how fell you beſides your fiue witts? Foole, there was neuer man ſo notoriouſlie abus'd: I am as well in my wits (foole) as thou art. But as well: then you are mad indeede, if you be no better in your wits then a foole. They haue heere propertied me: keepe mee in darkeneſſe, ſend Miniſters to me, Aſſes, and doe all they can to face me out of my wits. Aduiſe you what you ſay: the Miniſter is heere. Maluolio, Maluolio, thy wittes the heauens reſtore: endeauour thy ſelfe to ſleepe, and leaue thy vaine bibble babble. Sir Topas. Maintaine no words with him good fellow. Who I ſir, not I ſir. God buy you good ſir Topas: Marry Amen. I will ſir, I will. Foole, foole, foole I ſay. Alas ſir be patient. What ſay you ſir, I am ſhent for ſpeaking to you. Good foole, helpe me to ſome light, and ſome paper, I tell thee I am as well in my wittes, as any man in Illyria. Well-a-day, that you were ſir. By this hand I am: good foole, ſome inke, paper, and light: and conuey what I will ſet downe to my Lady: it ſhall aduantage thee more, then euer the bearing of Letter did. I will help you too't. But tel me true, are you not mad indeed, or do you but counterfeit. Beleeue me I am not, I tell thee true. Nay, Ile nere beleeue a madman till I ſee his brains I will fetch you light, and paper, and inke. Foole, Ile requite it in the higheſt degree: I prethee be gone. I am gone ſir, and anon ſir, Ile be with you againe: In a trice, like to the old vice, your neede to ſuſtaine. Who with dagger of lath, in his rage and his wrath, cries ah ha, to the diuell: Like a mad lad, paire thy nayles dad, Adieu good man diuell.