Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.87 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Sir, I have seen you move in such a place, which well Might justify your manhood, you were called A good knight and a bold; But the whole weeke's not fair If any day it rain: Their valiant temper Men lose when they incline to treachery, And then they fight like compelled Bears, would fly Were they not tied. Kinsman, you might as well Speak this, and act it in your Glass, as to His care, which now disdains you. Come up to me, Quit me of these cold Gyves, give me a Sword Though it be rusty, and the charity Of one meal lend me; Come before me then A good Sword in thy hand, and do but say That Emily is thine, I will forgive The trespass thou hast done me, yea my life If then thou carry't, and brave souls in shades That have dyde manly, which will seek of me Some news from earth, they shall get none but this That thou art brave, and noble. Be content, Again betake you to your hawthorn house, With counsel of the night, I will be here With wholesome viands; these impediments Will I file off, you shall have garments, and Perfumes to kill the smell o'th' prison, after When you shall stretch yourself, and say but Arcite I am in plight, there shall be at your choice Both Sword, and Armour. Oh you heavens, dares any So noble bear a guilty business! none But only Arcite, therefore none but Arcite In this kind is so bold. Sweet Palamon. I do embrace you, and your offer, for Your offer do't I only, Sir your person Without hypocrisy I may not wish More than my Sword's edge on't. You hear the Horns; Enter your Music lest this match between's Be crossed, ere met, give me your hand, farewell. I'll bring you every needful thing: I pray you Take comfort and be strong. Pray hold your promise; And do the deed with a bend brow, most certain You love me not, be rough with me, and pour This oil out of your language; by this air I could for each word, give a Cuff: my stomach not reconciled by reason, Plainly spoken, Yet pardon me hard language, when I spur My horse, I chide him nor; content, and anger In me have but one face. Hark Sir, they call The scattered to the Banquet; you must guess I have an office there. Sir your attendance Cannot please heaven, and I know your office Unjustly is atcheeved. If a good title, I am persuaded this question sick between's, By bleeding must be cured. I am a Suitor, That to your Sword you will be queath this plea, And talk of it no more. But this one word: You are going now to gaze upon my Mistress, For note you, mine she is. Nay then.
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Sir, I have seene you move in such a place, which well Might justifie your manhood, you were calld A good knight and a bold; But the whole weeke's not faire If any day it rayne: Their valiant temper Men loose when they encline to trecherie, And then they fight like compelld Beares, would fly Were they not tyde. Kinsman, you might as well Speake this, and act it in your Glasse, as to His care, which now disdaines you. Come up to me, Qit me of these cold Gyves, give me a Sword Though it be rustie, and the charity Of one meale lend me; Come before me then A good Sword in thy hand, and doe but say That Emily is thine, I will forgive The trespasse thou hast done me, yea my life If then thou carry, and brave soules in shades That have dyde manly, which will seeke of me Some newes from earth, they shall get none but this That thou art brave, and noble. Be content, Againe betake you to your hawthorne house, With counsaile of the night, I will be here With wholesome viands; these impediments Will I file off, you shall have gannents, and Perfumes to kill the nell o'th prison, after When you shall stretch your selfe, and say but Arcite I am in plight, there shall be at your choyce Both Sword, and Armour. Oh you heavens, dares any So noble beare a guilty busines! none But onely Arcite, therefore none but Arcite In this kinde is so bold. Sweete Palamon. I doe embràce you, and your offer, for Your offer doo't I onely, Sir your person Without hipocrisy I may not wish More then my Swords edge ont. You heare the Hornes; Enter your Musicke least this match between's Be crost, er met, give me your hand, farewell. Ile bring you every needfull thing: I pray you Take comfort and be strong. Pray hol your promise; And doe the deede with a bent brow, most creaine You love me not, be rough with me, and powre This oile out of your language; by this ayre I could for each word, give a Cuffe: my stomach not reconcild by reason, Plainely spoken, Yet pardon me hard language, when I spur My horse, I chide him nor; content, and anger In me have but one face. Harke Sir, they call The scatterd to the Banket; you must guesse I have an office there. Sir your attendance Cannot please heaven, and I know your office Vnjustly is atcheev'd. If a good title, I am perswaded this question sicke between's, By bleeding must be cur'd. I am a Suitour, That to your Sword you will be queath this plea, And talke of it no more. But this one word: You are going now to gaze upon my Mistris, For note you, mine she is. Nay then.