Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals) comedy · Unknown T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.87 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
That you have so much graced my Mother's house, With your desired presence worthy Knight. Receive a poor maids' thanks, who's there? a chair And cushion for fir Harry. Thanks most fair. Please you but a few minutes here to stay: Till my return, i'll not be long away. The gentlewoman will wait on you by and by sir. And i'll attend her friend, Of all those doubts I long to know the end: The Knight you seek was here, or will be straight, and if you be the man you name yourself. You are most welcome, and you shall not back, still you have scene sir Harry. youth. I saw him enter here, and under privilege of his acquaintance made I bold to stay. And you are welcome sir, sir down I pray. Now they are placed in several rooms, that look Into this one. Were Chartly come we had all our company. Hark, there's one knocks 'tis Chartly on my life. One of you let him in whilst I prepare me To entertain his coming. What? old acquaintance Luce. Not a word? Yet some lip labour if thou lovest me. My Husband? What young Chartly? How? My . Come, come away with this wailing in woe, if thou putst finger in the eye a little longer, I shall plunge in pain too presently. O husband, husband. Husband? What sayst thou my sweet wife, Wife? O my heart. In that name wife I claim a poor child's part. O husband; How have you used me? Nay how do I mean to use thee: But as a man Should use his wife. I hope he doth not mean to use her so. I hope so too, My granam is a Witch. Nay Luce, sweet wife leave weeping if thou lov'st me, O can you blame me, knowing that the fountain of all these Springs took their first head, from you, you know, you too will know, not three days since are past, since we were married. Married, I can endure no longer. It cannot be. It is not possible. I'll be even with thee, for this old granam. And though we wanted witness upon earth, Yet Heaven bears record of our Nuptial tie, Tush, when we, meet in heaven let's talk of that. Nay come you ass, you fool, what's past is past, Though man and wife, yet I must marry now. Another gallant, here's thy letter Luce. And this night I intend to lodge with thee. I'll scratch her eyes out first, although I love her. prithee be merry? I have made a gull of Grace, and old sir Harry thinks me a great way off, I told the Knight, My father lay a dying, took post horse, Rid out of Holburn, turned by Islington, So, hither wench to lodge all night with thee. here's one saith nay to that, Was that your journey:
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That you haue so much grac't my Mothers house, With your desired presence worthy Knight. Receiue a poore Maides thanks, who's there? a chayre And cushin for fir Harry. Thanks most fayre. Please you but a few minutes heere to stay: Till my returne, ile not bee long away. The gentlewoman will waite on you by and by . And ile attend her friend, Of all those doubts I long to know the end:: The Knight you seeke was heere, or will bee reight, and if you bee the man you name your selfe. You are most welcome, and you shall not backe, sill you haue scene si Harry. youth. I saw him heere, and under priviledge of tance made I to stay. And you are welcome sir, I pray. Now they in , that looke Into one. Were come we had all our company. Harke, theres on knocks 'tis on my life▪ One of you let him in I mee To entertaine his comming. What? old acquaintance . Not a word? Yet some lip labour if thou lovest mee. My Husband? What young Chartly? How? My . Come, come away with this wailing in woe, if thou putst finger in the eye a little longer, I shall plunge in paine too presently. O husband, husband. Husband? What thou my sweete wife, Wife? O my hart. In that name I a poore childs part. O husband; How haue you ? Nay how doe I meane to the: as a Should use his wife. I hope hee doth not to her so. I hope so too, My is a Witch. Nay , sweete wife weeping if mee, O can you blame mee, knowing that the of all these Springs tooke their , from you, you know, you will know, not since are past, since wee were married. Married, I can no longer. It cannot bee. It is not possible. Ile bee even with thee, for this old granam. And though wee wanted wite vpon arth, Yet Heaven beares record of our Nuptiall , Tush, when wee, meete in heaven let talk of that. Nay come you asse, you foole, whats past is past, Though man and wife, yet I must marry nowe. Another gallant, heere's thy letter Luce. And this night I intend to lodge with thee. I'le sctch her eyes out first, although I love her. Prethe bee merry? I haue made a gull of Grace, and old Harry thinks mee a great way off, I tould the Knight, My father lay a dying, tooke post horse, Rid out of Holbur, turn'd by Islington, So, hither wench to lodge all night with thee. Heeres one saith nay to that, Was that your journey: