Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
she would fain marry. 'tis a proper calling, And well beseems her years, who would she yoke with? That's left to argue on, I pray come in And break your fast, drink a good cup or two, To strengthen your understandings, then she'll tell ye. And good wine breeds good counsel, We'll yield to ye. Have you seen any service? Yes. Where? Everywhere. What office bore ye? None, I was not worthy. What Captains know you? None, they were above me. Were you never hurt? Not that I well remember, But once I stole a Hen, and then they beat me; Pray ask me no long questions, I have an ill memory. This is an Ass, did you never draw your sword yet? Not to do any harm I thank heaven for't. Nor ne'er ta'en prisoner? No, I ran away, For I had ne'er no money to redeem me. Can you endure a Drum? It makes my head ache. Are you not valiant when you are drunk? I think not, but I am loving Sir. What a lump is this man, Was your Father wise? Too wise for me I'm sure, For he gave all he had to my younger brother. That was no foolish part i'll bear you witness. Canst thou lie with a woman? I think I could make shift sir, But I am bashful. In the night? I know not, Darkness indeed may do some good upon me. Why art thou sent to me to be my officer, ay, and commended too, when thou dar'st not fight? There be more officers of my opinion, Or I am cozened sir, men that talk more too. How wilt thou scape a bullet? Why by chance, They aim at honourable men, alas I am none sir. This fellow has some doubts in's talk that strikes me, He cannot be all fool: welcome Alonzo. What have you got there temperance into your company? The spirit of peace? we shall have wars By th'ounce then, O here's another Pompion, Let him loose for luck's sake, the crammed son Of a starved Usurer, Cacafogo, both their brains buttered, Cannot make two spoonfuls. My Father's dead: I am a man of war too, Moneys, demeans; I have ships at sea too, Captains. Take heed o'th' Hollanders, your ships may leak else. I scorn the Hollanders, they are my drunkards. Put up your gold sir, i'll borrow it else. I am satisfied, you shall not, Come out, I know thee, meet mine anger instantly. I never wronged ye. Thou hast wronged mine honour, Thou look'st upon my Mistress thrice lasciviously, I'll make it good. Do not heat yourself, you will surfeit. Thou want'st my money too, with a pair of base bones, In whom there was no truth, for which I beat thee, I beat thee much, now I will hurt thee dangerously. This shall provoke thee. You struck too low by a foot sir.
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Shee would faine marry. Tis a proper calling, And well beseemes her yeares, who would she yoke with? Thats left to argue on, I pray come in And break your fast, drink a good cup or two, To strengthen your understandings, then sheele tell ye. And good wine breeds good counsell, Wele yeeld to ye. Have you seen any service? Yes. Where? Every where. What office bore yee? None, I was not worthy. What Captaines know you? None, they were above me. Were you never hurt? Not that J well remember, But once J stole a Hen, and then they beat me; Pray aske me no long questions, J have an ill memory. This is an Asse, did you never draw your sword yet? Not to doe any harme I thank heaven for't. Nor nere tane prisoner? No, ran away, For had nere no mony to redeeme me. Can you endure a Drum? It makes my head ake. Are you not valiant when you are drunk? I think not, but I am loving Sir. What a lump is this man, Was your Father wise? Too wise for me 'me sure, For he gave all he had to my younger brother. That was no foolish part ile beare you witnesse. Canst thou lye with a woman? I think I could make shift sir, But I am bashfull. In the night? I know not, Darknesse indeed may doe some good upon me. Why art thou sent to me to be my officer, I, and commended too, when thou darst not fight? There be more officers of my opinion, Or I am cozend sir, men that talke more too. How wilt thou scape a bullet? Why by chance, They aime at honourable men, alas I am none sir. This fellow has some doubts in's talk that striks me, He cannot be all foole: welcome Alonzo. What have you got there temperance into your cō pany? The spirit of peace? we shall have warres By th'ounce then, O here's another Pumpion, Let him loos for luck sake, the cram'd sonne Of a starv'd Vsurer, Cacafogo, both their brains butterd, Cannot make two spoonefulls. My Fathers dead: I am a man of warre too, Monyes, demeanes; I have ships at sea too, Captaines. Take heed o'th Hollanders, your ships may leake else. I scorne the Hollanders, they are my drunkards. Put up your gold sir, ile borrow it else. I am satisfied, you shall not, Come out, I know thee, meet mine anger instantly. I never wrong'd yee. Thou hast wrong'd mine honor, Thou look'st upon my Mistris thrice lasciviously, Ile make it good. Doe not heat your selfe, you will surfeit. Thou wan'st my mony too, with a pair of base bones, In whom there was no truth, for which I beat thee, I beat thee much, now I will hurt thee dangerously. This shall provoke thee. You struck too low by a foot sir.