Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.82 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Sir you are inquisitive, as if You would turn Gallobelgicus, I am On some affairs now, that importune their Dispatch, my stay being short I must attend them. Nay prithee Knight be courteous, 'tis an age Since we conversed, is't true what loved fame scatters Of the great general's revolt? we have But the relation. He is slain for certain. There was an execution. And what treasure Was taken by the enemy? they talk Of Millions. Enough to keep the Eagle In a good diet. I beseech you pardon me, We shall hereafter meet, and ha' more freedom To enlarge ourselves, & when you have my particulars, I will be bold to inquire in the Exchange Your news at home. I observe trouble in you, I hope y'are in no danger. If you'll give me The liberty of a subject, and allow me The king's high way, I shall have less suspicion, You won't pay my debts. I beg your pardon, Pray do not wound my service to you with A jealous thought, I won't for the World Engage you another minute. Now for the bloodhounds. Sir, we arrest you Is the mischief fall'n? Your sword shall keep the peace. 'Tis at my suit. Thine? I do but lead the dance to twenty more. Hear me, what's your demand? let me not go To prison. An action of a thousand pound more, For the Lord Fitzavarice. Ha? than I am betrayed, that Lord's a villain, That I could reach his heart; release my body But for two hours, my soul be forfeited For ever, if I render not myself Your honest Prisoner. That were a pretty jest. Look to your charge. Here is a duel taken up discreetly. Black Jew, base Lord, damned villain. They can tame you. Why look you gentlemen, I'll not puzzle you To find out dangers, famine, fire, and sword, Or desperate things. Trifles for thy sweet sake. I would not wish you, upon easy terms. To prevent these, I have thought a way myself, And with less cost, to try you, I have made A vow I won't marry these six months, During which time, if you dare for my sake Visit me every day, and never speak to me, Nor in my company to any other— How Lady? Shall I not answer any gentleman Or Lady, that shall put a question to me? By no means. You will give me leave to answer you, If you should ask me any thing. Not a syllable, Though I desired to know what o'clock 'tis, there's your obedience, at six months end I may reward your silence. she'll make him the dumb Knight. I won't engage you to be a mute So long, you shall be allowed to speak, and see me. You are noble Lady. But with this condition, That whatsoever I entreat you say Or do, you put in act the contrary The very contrary, you understand me.
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Sir you are inquisitive, as if You would turne Gallobelgicus, I am On some affaires now, that importune their Dispatch, my stay being short I must attend them. Nay prethee Knight be courteous, 'tis an age Since we converst, i'st true what lou'd fame scatters Of the great Generalls revolt? Wee have But the relation. He is slaine for certaine. There was an execution. And what treasure Was taken by the enemy? they talke Of Millions. Enough to keepe the Eagle In a good diet. I beseech you pardon me, We shall hereafter meete, and ha more freedome To enlarge our selves, & when you have my particulars, I will be bold to inquire in the Exchange Your newes at home. I obserue trouble in you, I hope y'are in no danger. If you'le give mee The liberty of a subject, and allow me The Kings high way, I shall have lesse suspition, You wonot pay my debts. I beg your pardon, Pray doe not wound my service to you with A jealous thought, I wonot for the World Engage you another minute. Now for the blood-hounds. Sir, we arrest you Is the mischiefe falne? Your sword shall keepe the peace. 'Tis at my suite. Thyne? I doe but lead the dance to twenty more. Heare me, what's your demaund? let me not goe To prison. An action of a thousand pound more, For the Lord Fitzavarice. Ha? then I am betray'd, that Lord's a villaine, That I could reach his hart; release my body But for two howers, my soule be forfeited For ever, if I render not my selfe Your honest Prisoner. That were a pretty jest. Looke to your charge. Here is a duell taken up discreetlie. Blacke Jew, base Lord, dam'd villaine. They can tame you. Why looke you gentlemen, I'le not puzzle you To finde out dangers, famine, fire, and sword, Or desperate things. Trifles for thy sweet sake. I would not wish you, upon easie termes. To prevent these, I have thought a way my selfe, And with lesse cost, to try you, I have made A vow I wonot marrie these six monthes, During which time, if you dare for my sake Visit me every day, and never speake to me, Nor in my company to any other— How Lady? Shall I not answer any gentleman Or Lady, that shall put a question to me? By no meanes. You will give me leave to answer you, If you should aske me any thing. Not a syllable, Though I desir'd to know what a clocke 'tis, Ther's your obeydience, at six monthes end I may reward your silence. Shee'le make him the dumbe Knight. I wonot engage you to be a mute So long, you shall be allow'd to speake, and see me. You are noble Lady. But with this condition, That whatsoever I entreate you say Or doe, you put in act the contrary The very contrary, you understand mee.