Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.74 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Madam by chance, but not by truth, what tho; Something about a little from the right, In at the window, or else o'er the hatch: Who dares not stir by day, must walk by night, And have is have, how ever men do catch: near or far off well won is still well shot, And I am I, how ere I was begot. Go, Faulconbridge, now hast thou thy desire, A landless Knight, makes thee a landed Squire: Come Madam, and come Richard, we must speed For France, for France, for it is more than need. Brother adieu, good fortune come to thee, For thou wast got i' th' way of honesty. A foot of Honour better than I was, But many a many foot of Land the worse. Well, now can I make any Ioane a Lady, Good den Sir Richard, God a mercy fellow, And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; For new made honour doth forget men's names: 'Tis two respective, and too sociable For your conversion, now your traveler, He and his toothpick at my worship's mess, And when my knightly stomach is sufficed, Why then I suck my teeth, and catechise My picked man of Countries: my dear sir, Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin, I shall beseech you; that is question now, And then comes answer like an Absey book: O sir, says answer, at your best command, At your employment, at your service sir: No sir, says question, I sweet sir at yours, And so ere answer knows what question would, Saving in Dialogue of Compliment, And talking of the Alpes and Apennineses, The Perennean and the river Poe, It draws toward supper in conclusion so. But this is worshipful society, And fits the mounting spirit like myself; For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smoke of observation, And so am I whether I smack or no: And not alone in habit and device, Exterior form, outward accoutrement; But from the inward motion to deliver Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth, Which though I will not practise to deceive, Yet to avoid deceit I mean to learn; For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising: But who comes in such haste in riding robes? What woman post is this? hath she no husband That will take pains to blow a horn before her? O me, 'tis my mother: how now good Lady, What brings you here to Court so hastily? Where is that slave thy brother? where is he? That holds in chase mine honour up and down. My brother Robert, old Sir Robert's son: Colbrand the Giant, that same mighty man, Is it Sir Robert's son that you seek so? Sir Robert's son, I thou unreverend boy, Sir Robert's son? why scornest thou at sir Robert? He is Sir Robert's son, and so art thou. Iames Gournie, wilt thou give us leave a while?
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Madam by chance, but not by truth, what tho; Something about a little from the right, In at the window, or elſe ore the hatch: Who dares not ſtirre by day, muſt walke by night, And haue is haue, how euer men doe catch: Neere or farre off well wonne is ſtill well ſhot, And I am I, how ere I was begot. Goe, Faulconbridge, now haſt thou thy deſire, A landleſſe Knight, makes thee a landed Squire: Come Madam, and come Richard, we muſt ſpeed For France, for France, for it is more then need. Brother adieu, good fortune come to thee, For thou waſt got i' th way of honeſty. A foot of Honor better then I was, But many a many foot of Land the worſe. Well, now can I make any Ioane a Lady, Good den Sir Richard, God a mercy fellow, And if his name be George, Ile call him Peter; For new made honor doth forget mens names: 'Tis two reſpectiue, and too ſociable For your conuerſion, now your traueller, Hee and his tooth-picke at my worſhips meſſe, And when my knightly ſtomacke is ſuffis'd, Why then I ſucke my teeth, and catechize My picked man of Countries: my deare ſir, Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin, I ſhall beſeech you; that is queſtion now, And then comes anſwer like an Abſey booke: O ſir, ſayes anſwer, at your beſt command, At your employment, at your ſeruice ſir: No ſir, ſaies queſtion, I ſweet ſir at yours, And ſo ere anſwer knowes what queſtion would, Sauing in Dialogue of Complement, And talking of the Alpes and Appenines, The Perennean and the riuer Poe, It drawes toward fupper in concluſion ſo. But this is worſhipfull ſociety, And fits the mounting ſpirit like my ſelfe; For he is but a baſtard to the time That doth not ſmoake of obſeruation, And ſo am I whether I ſmacke or no: And not alone in habit and deuice, Exterior forme, outward accoutrement; But from the inward motion to deliuer Sweet, ſweet, ſweet poyſon for the ages tooth, Which though I will not practice to deceiue, Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne; For it ſhall ſtrew the footſteps of my riſing: But who comes in ſuch haſte in riding robes? What woman poſt is this? hath ſhe no husband That will take paines to blow a horne before her? O me, 'tis my mother: how now good Lady, What brings you heere to Court ſo haſtily? Where is that ſlaue thy brother? where is he? That holds in chaſe mine honour vp and downe. My brother Robert, old Sir Roberts ſonne: Colbrand the Gyant, that ſame mighty man, Is it Sir Roberts ſonne that you ſeeke ſo? Sir Roberts ſonne, I thou vnreuerend boy, Sir Roberts ſonne? why ſcorn'ſt thou at ſir Robert? He is Sir Roberts ſonne, and ſo art thou. Iames Gournie, wilt thou giue vs leaue a while?