Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
But soft I pray you: what, did Caesar swoon? He fell down in the Marketplace, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling sickness. No, Caesar hath it not: but you, and I, And honest Caska, we have the Falling sickness. I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-ragge people did not clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true man. What said he, when he came unto himself? Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common Herd was glad he refused the Crown, he plucked me open his Doublet, and offered them his Throat to cut: and I had been a man of any Occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to Hell among the Rogues, and so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done, or said any thing amiss, he desired their Worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four Wenches where I stood, cried, Alas good Soul, and forgave him with all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed their Mothers, they would have done no less. And after that, he came thus sad away. I. Did Cicero say any thing? I, he spoke Greek. To what effect? Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' th' face again. But those that understood him, smiled at one another, and shook their heads: but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Murrellus and Flavius, for pulling Scarves off Caesar's Images, are put to silence. Far you well. There was more Foolery yet, if I could remember it. Will you sup with me to Night, Caska? No, I am promised forth. Will you Dine with me to morrow? I, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your Dinner worth the eating. Good, I will expect you. Do so: farewell both. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be? He was quick Mettle, when he went to School. So is he now, in execution Of any bold, or Noble Enterprise, However he puts on this tardy form: This Rudeness is a Sauce to his good Wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better Appetite. And so it is: For this time I will leave you: To morrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you or if you will, Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
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But ſoft I pray you: what, did Caeſar ſwound? He fell downe in the Market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was ſpeechleſſe. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling ſickneſſe. No, Caeſar hath it not: but you, and I, And honeſt Caska, we haue the Falling ſickneſſe. I know not what you meane by that, but I am ſure Caeſar fell downe. If the tag-ragge people did not clap him, and hiſſe him, according as he pleas'd, and diſpleas'd them, as they vſe to doe the Players in the Theatre, I am no true man. What ſaid he, when he came vnto himſelfe? Marry, before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat to cut: and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if I would not haue taken him at a word, I would I might goe to Hell among the Rogues, and ſo hee fell. When he came to himſelfe againe, hee ſaid, If hee had done, or ſaid any thing amiſſe, he deſir'd their Worſhips to thinke it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I ſtood, cryed, Alaſſe good Soule, and forgaue him with all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caeſar had ſtab'd their Mothers, they would haue done no leſſe. And after that, he came thus ſad away. I. Did Cicero ſay any thing? I, he ſpoke Greeke. To what effect? Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you i' th' face againe. But thoſe that vnderſtood him, ſmil'd at one another, and ſhooke their heads: but for mine owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more newes too: Murrellus and Flauius, for pulling Scarffes off Caeſars Images, are put to ſilence. Fare you well. There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remember it. Will you ſuppe with me to Night, Caska? No, I am promis'd forth. Will you Dine with me to morrow? I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your Dinner worth the eating. Good, I will expect you. Doe ſo: farewell both. What a blunt fellow is this growne to be? He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole. So is he now, in execution Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize, How-euer he puts on this tardie forme: This Rudeneſſe is a Sawce to his good Wit, Which giues men ſtomacke to diſgeſt his words With better Appetite. And ſo it is: For this time I will leaue you: To morrow, if you pleaſe to ſpeake with me, I will come home to you or if you will, Come home to me, and I will wait for you.