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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Come Sir, are you ready for death? Ouer-roasted rather: ready long ago. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you be ready for that, you are well Cooked. So if I prove a good repast to the Spectators, the dish pays the shot. A heavy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort is you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more Tavern Bills, which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink: sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much: Purse and Brain, both empty: the Brain the heavier, for being too light; the Purse too light, being drawn of heaviness. Oh, of this contradiction you shall now be quit: Oh the charity of a penny Cord, it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true Debtor, and Creditor but it: of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: your neck (Sis) is Pen, Book, and Counters; so the Acquittance follows. I am merrier to dye, than thou art to live. Indeed Sir, he that sleeps, feels not the Toothache: but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a Hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his Officer: for, look you Sir, you know not which way you shall go. Yes indeed do I, fellow. Your death has eyes in's head then: I have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know, or to take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not know: or jump the after-enquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the way of blindness: I am sure hangings the way of winking. Knock off his Manacles, bring your Prisoner to the King. Thou bring'st good news, I am called to be made free. I'll be hanged then. Thou shalt be then freer than a Gaoler; no bolt, for the dead. Unless a man would marry a Gallows, & beget young Gibbets, I never saw one so prone: yet on my Conscience, there are verier Knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman; and there be some of them too that dye against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good: O there were desolation of Gaolers and Galowses: I speak against my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment in't.
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Come Sir, are you ready for death? Ouer-roaſted rather: ready long ago. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you bee readie for that, you are well Cook'd. So if I proue a good repaſt to the Spectators, the diſh payes the ſhot. A heauy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort is you ſhall be called to no more payments, fear no more Tauerne Bils, which are often the ſadneſſe of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meate, depart reeling with too much drinke: ſorrie that you haue payed too much, and ſorry that you are payed too much: Purſe and Braine, both empty: the Brain the heauier, for being too light; the Purſe too light, being drawne of heauineſſe. Oh, of this contradiction you ſhall now be quit: Oh the charity of a penny Cord, it ſummes vp thouſands in a trice: you haue no true Debitor, and Creditor but it: of what's paſt, is, and to come, the diſcharge: your necke (Sis) is Pen, Booke, and Counters; ſo the Acquittance followes. I am merrier to dye, then thou art to liue. Indeed Sir, he that ſleepes, feeles not the Tooth-Ache: but a man that were to ſleepe your ſleepe, and a Hangman to helpe him to bed, I think he would change places with his Officer: for, look you Sir, you know not which way you ſhall go. Yes indeed do I, fellow. Your death has eyes in's head then: I haue not ſeene him ſo pictur'd: you muſt either bee directed by ſome that take vpon them to know, or to take vpon your ſelfe that which I am ſure you do not know: or iump the after-enquiry on your owne perill: and how you ſhall ſpeed in your iournies end, I thinke you'l neuer returne to tell one. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but ſuch as winke, and will not vſe them. What an infinite mocke is this, that a man ſhold haue the beſt vſe of eyes, to ſee the way of blindneſſe: I am ſure hanging's the way of winking. Knocke off his Manacles, bring your Priſoner to the King. Thou bring'ſt good newes, I am call'd to bee made free. Ile be hang'd then. Thou ſhalt be then freer then a Gaoler; no bolt, for the dead. Vnleſſe a man would marry a Gallowes, & beget yong Gibbets, I neuer ſaw one ſo prone: yet on my Conſcience, there are verier Knaues deſire to liue, for all he be a Roman; and there be ſome of them too that dye againſt their willes; ſo ſhould I, if I were one. I would we were all of one minde, and one minde good: O there were deſolation of Gaolers and Galowſes: I ſpeake againſt my preſent profit, but my wiſh hath a preferment in't.