Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
She is spread of late Into a goodly Bulk (good time encounter her.) What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come Sir, now I am for you again: Pray you sit by us, And tell's a Tale. Merry, or sad, shalt be? As merry as you will. A sad Tale's best for Winter: I have one of Sprights, and Goblins. Let's have that (good Sir.) Come-on, sit down, come-on, and do your best, To fright me with your Sprights: you're powerful at it. There was a man. Nay, come sit down: then on. Dwelled by a Churchyard: I will tell it softly, Yond Crickets shall not hear it. Come on then, and give't me in mine care. Was he met there? his Train? Camillo with him? Behind the tuft of Pines I met them, never Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them Even to their Ships. How blessed am I In my just Censure? in my true Opinion? Alack, for lesser knowledge, how accursed, In being so blessed? There may be in the Cup A Spider steeped, and one may drink; depart, And yet partake no venom: (for his knowledge Is not infected) but if one present Th' abhorred Ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides With violent Hefts: I have drunk, and seen the Spider. Camillo was his help in this, his Pander: There is a Plot against my Life, my Crown; All's true that is mistrusted: that false Villain, Whom I employed, was pre-employed by him: He has discovered my Design, and I Remain a pinched Thing; yea, a very Trick For them to play at will: how came the Posterns So easily open? By his great authority, Which often hath no less prevailed, then so, On your command. I know't too well. Give me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurse him: Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him. What is this? Sport? Bear the Boy hence, he shall not come about her, Away with him, and let her sport herself With that she's big-with, for 'tis Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. But I'd say he had not; And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, How e'er you leave to th' Nay-ward. You (my Lords) Look on her, mark her well: be but about To say she is a goodly Lady, and The justice of your hearts will thereto add 'Tis pity she's not honest: Honourable; Praise her but for this her without-dore-Forme, (Which on my faith deserves high speech) and strait The Shrug, the Hum, or Ha', (these Petty-brands That Calumny doth use; Oh, I am out, That Mercy does, for Calumny will fear Virtue itself) these Shrugs, these Hum's, and Has, When you have said she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest: But be't known (From him that has most cause to grieve it should be) she's an adulteress.
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She is ſpread of late Into a goodly Bulke (good time encounter her.) What wiſdome ſtirs amongſt you? Come Sir, now I am for you againe: 'Pray you ſit by vs, And tell's a Tale. Merry, or ſad, ſhal't be? As merry as you will. A ſad Tale's beſt for Winter: I haue one of Sprights, and Goblins. Let's haue that (good Sir.) Come-on, ſit downe, come-on, and doe your beſt, To fright me with your Sprights: you're powrefull at it. There was a man. Nay, come ſit downe: then on. Dwelt by a Church-yard: I will tell it ſoftly, Yond Crickets ſhall not heare it. Come on then, and giu't me in mine care. Was hee met there? his Traine? Camillo with him? Behind the tuft of Pines I met them, neuer Saw I men ſcowre ſo on their way: I eyed them Euen to their Ships. How bleſt am I In my iuſt Cenſure? in my true Opinion? Alack, for leſſer knowledge, how accurs'd, In being ſo bleſt? There may be in the Cup A Spider ſteep'd, and one may drinke; depart, And yet partake no venome: (for his knowledge Is not infected) but if one preſent Th' abhor'd Ingredient to his eye, make knowne How he hath drunke, he cracks his gorge, his ſides With violent Hefts: I haue drunke, and ſeene the Spider. Camillo was his helpe in this, his Pandar: There is a Plot againſt my Life, my Crowne; All's true that is miſtruſted: that falſe Villaine, Whom I employ'd, was pre-employ'd by him: He ha's diſcouer'd my Deſigne, and I Remaine a pinch'd Thing; yea, a very Trick For them to play at will: how came the Poſternes So eaſily open? By his great authority, Which often hath no leſſe preuail'd, then ſo, On your command. I know't too well. Giue me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurſe him: Though he do's beare ſome ſignes of me, yet you Haue too much blood in him. What is this? Sport? Beare the Boy hence, he ſhall not come about her, Away with him, and let her ſport her ſelfe With that ſhee's big-with, for 'tis Polixenes Ha's made thee ſwell thus. But Il'd ſay he had not; And Ile be ſworne you would beleeue my ſaying, How e're you leaue to th' Nay-ward. You (my Lords) Looke on her, marke her well: be but about To ſay ſhe is a goodly Lady, and The iuſtice of your hearts will thereto adde 'Tis pitty ſhee's not honeſt: Honorable; Prayſe her but for this her without-dore-Forme, (Which on my faith deſerues high ſpeech) and ſtraight The Shrug, the Hum, or Ha, (theſe Petty-brands That Calumnie doth vſe; Oh, I am out, That Mercy do's, for Calumnie will feare Vertue it ſelfe) theſe Shrugs, theſe Hum's, and Ha's, When you haue ſaid ſhee's goodly, come betweene, Ere you can ſay ſhee's honeſt: But be't knowne (From him that ha's moſt cauſe to grieue it ſhould be) Shee's an Adultreſſe.