Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.82 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sir, it is three days since I saw the Prince: what his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have (missingly) noted, he is of late much retired from Court, and is less frequent to his Princely exercises then formerly he hath appeared. I have considered so much (Camillo) and with some care, so far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removednesse: from whom I have this Intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd: a man (they say) that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate. I have heard (sir) of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended more, then can be thought to begin from such a cottage That's likewise part of my Intelligence: but (I fear) the Angle that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place, where we will (not appearing what we are) have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Prithee be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia. I willingly obey your command. My best Camillo, we must disguise ourselves. When Daffodils begin to peer, With heigh the Doxy over the dale. Why then comes in the sweet o' the year, For the red blood reigns in the winters pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With boy the sweet birds, O how they sing: Doth set my pugging tooth an edge, For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King. The Lark that tirra Lyra chants, With heigh, the Thrush and the jay: Are Summer songs for me and my Aunts While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have served Prince Florizel, and in my time wore three pile, but now I am out of service. But shall I go mourn for that (my dear) the pale Moon shines by night: And when I wander here, and there I then do most go right. If Tinkers may have leave to live, and bear the Sow-skin Bowget, Then my account I well may give, and in the Stocks auouch-it. My Traffic is sheets: when the Kite builds, look to lesser Linnen. My Father named me Autolicus, who being (as I am) lyttered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles: With die and drab, I purchased this Caparison, and my Revennew is the silly Cheat. Gallows, and Knock, are too powerful on the Highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to me: For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it. A prize, a prize.
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Sir, it is three dayes ſince I ſaw the Prince: what his happier affayres may be, are to me vnknowne: but I haue (miſsingly) noted, he is of late much retyred from Court, and is leſſe frequent to his Princely exerciſes then formerly he hath appeared. I haue conſidered ſo much (Camillo) and with ſome care, ſo farre, that I haue eyes vnder my ſeruice, which looke vpon his remouedneſſe: from whom I haue this Intelligence, that he is ſeldome from the houſe of a moſt homely ſhepheard: a man (they ſay) that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbors, is growne into an vnſpeakable eſtate. I haue heard (ſir) of ſuch a man, who hath a daughter of moſt rare note: the report of her is extended more, then can be thought to begin from ſuch a cottage That's likewiſe part of my Intelligence: but (I feare) the Angle that pluckes our ſonne thither. Thou ſhalt accompany vs to the place, where we will (not appearing what we are) haue ſome queſtion with the ſhepheard; from whoſe ſimplicity, I thinke it not vneaſie to get the cauſe of my ſonnes reſort thether. 'Prethe be my preſent partner in this buſines, and lay aſide the thoughts of Sicillia. I willingly obey your command. My beſt Camillo, we muſt diſguiſe our ſelues. When Daffadils begin to peere, With heigh the Doxy ouer the dale. Why then comes in the ſweet o' the yeere, For the red blood raigns in ye winters pale. The white ſheete bleaching on the hedge, With boy the ſweet birds, O how they ſing: Doth ſet my pugging tooth an edge, For a quart of Ale is a diſh for a King. The Larke that tirra Lyra chaunts, With heigh, the Thruſh and the Iay: Are Summer ſongs for me and my Aunts While we lye tumbling in the hay. I haue ſeru'd Prince Florizell, and in my time wore three pile, but now I am out of ſeruice. But ſhall I go mourne for that (my deere) the pale Moone ſhines by night: And when I wander here, and there I then do moſt go right. If Tinkers may haue leaue to liue, and beare the Sow-skin Bowget, Then my account I well may giue, and in the Stockes auouch-it. My Trafficke is ſheetes: when the Kite builds, looke to leſſer Linne. My Father nam'd me Autolicus, who being (as I am) lytter'd vnder Mercurie, was likewiſe a ſnapper-vp of vnconſidered trifles: With Dye and drab, I purchas'd this Capariſon, and my Reuennew is the ſilly Cheate. Gallowes, and Knocke, are too powerfull on the Highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to mee: For the life to come, I ſleepe out the thought of it. A prize, a prize.