Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I am nothing; or if not, Nothing to be were better: This was my Master, A very valiant Britain, and a good, That here by Mountaineers lies slain: Alas, There is no more such Masters: I may wander From East to Occident, cry out for Service, Try many, all good: serve truly: never Find such another Master. Lack, good youth: Thou movest no less with thy complaining, than Thy Master in bleeding: say his name, good Friend. Richard du Champ: If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the Gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it. Say you Sir? Thy name? Fidele Sir. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Thy Name well sits thy Faith; thy Faith, thy Name: Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say Thou shalt be so well mastered, but be sure No less beloved. The Roman Emperors Letters Sent by a Consul to me, should not sooner Then thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. I'll follow Sir. But first, and it please the Gods, I'll hide my Master from the Flies, as deep As these poor Pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves & weeds, I ha' strewed his grave And on it said a Century of prayers (Such as I can) twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh, And leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me. I good youth, And rather Father thee, than Master thee: My Friends, The Boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Find out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can, And make him with our Pikes and Partisans A Grave: Come, Athie him: Boy he's preferred By thee, to us, and he shall be interred As Soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes, Some Falls are means the happier to arise. Again: and bring me word how 'tis with her, A Favour with the absence of her Son; A madness, of which her life's in danger: Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queen Upon a desperate bed, and in a time When fearful Wars point at me: Her Son gone, So needful for this present? It strikes me, past The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow, Who needs must know of her departure, and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee By a sharp Torture. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistress, I nothing know where she remains: why gone, Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your Highness, Hold me your loyal Servant. Good my Liege, The day that she was missing, he was here; I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, And will no doubt be found.
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I am nothing; or if not, Nothing to be were better: This was my Maſter, A very valiant Britaine, and a good, That heere by Mountaineers lyes ſlaine: Alas, There is no more ſuch Maſters: I may wander From Eaſt to Occident, cry out for Seruice, Try many, all good: ſerue truly: neuer Finde ſuch another Maſter. 'Lacke, good youth: Thou mou'ſt no leſſe with thy complaining, then Thy Maiſter in bleeding: ſay his name, good Friend. Richard du Champ: If I do lye, and do No harme by it, though the Gods heare, I hope They'l pardon it. Say you Sir? Thy name? Fidele Sir. Thou doo'ſt approue thy ſelfe the very ſame: Thy Name well ſits thy Faith; thy Faith, thy Name: Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not ſay Thou ſhalt be ſo well maſter'd, but be ſure No leſſe belou'd. The Romane Emperors Letters Sent by a Conſull to me, ſhould not ſooner Then thine owne worth preferre thee: Go with me. Ile follow Sir. But firſt, and 't pleaſe the Gods, Ile hide my Maſter from the Flies, as deepe As theſe poore Pickaxes can digge: and when With wild wood-leaues & weeds, I ha' ſtrew'd his graue And on it ſaid a Century of prayers (Such as I can) twice o're, Ile weepe, and ſighe, And leauing ſo his ſeruice, follow you, So pleaſe you entertaine mee. I good youth, And rather Father thee, then Maſter thee: My Friends, The Boy hath taught vs manly duties: Let vs Finde out the prettieſt Dazied-Plot we can, And make him with our Pikes and Partizans A Graue: Come, Athie him: Boy hee's preferr'd By thee, to vs, and he ſhall be interr'd As Souldiers can. Be cheerefull; wipe thine eyes, Some Falles are meanes the happier to ariſe. Againe: and bring me word how 'tis with her, A Feauour with the abſence of her Sonne; A madneſſe, of which her life's in danger: Heauens, How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene Vpon a deſperate bed, and in a time When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone, So needfull for this preſent? It ſtrikes me, paſt The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow, Who needs muſt know of her departure, and Doſt ſeeme ſo ignorant, wee'l enforce it from thee By a ſharpe Torture. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly ſet it at your will: But for my Miſtris, I nothing know where ſhe remaines: why gone, Nor when ſhe purpoſes returne. Beſeech your Highnes, Hold me your loyall Seruant. Good my Liege, The day that ſhe was miſſing, he was heere; I dare be bound hee's true, and ſhall performe All parts of his ſubiection loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in ſeeking him, And will no doubt be found.