Lyly, John · published 1591 · first performed or written 1588 [Feb 2(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Passing fat: and I would not change this life to be a Lord, and yourself passeth all comparison, for other Captains kill and beat, and there is nothing you kill, but you also eat. I will draw out their guts out of their bellies, and tear the flesh with my teeth, so mortal is my hate, and so eager my unstaunched stomach. My master thinks himself the valiantest man in the world if he kill a wren: so warlike a thing he accounteth to take away life, though it be from a Lark. Epi, I find my thoughts to swell, and my spirit to take wings, in so much that I cannot continue within the compass of so slender combats. This passeth. Why is he not mad? No, but a little vain glorious. Epi. Sir. I will encounter that black and cruel enemy, that beareth rough and unhewed locks upon his body, whose Sire throweth down the strongest walls, whose legs are as many as both ours, on whose head are placed most horrible horns, by nature, as a defence from all harms. What mean you Master to be so desperate? Honour inciteth me, and very hunger compelleth me. What is that monster? The Monster Ouis. I have said, let thy wits work. I cannot imagine it; yet let me see, a black enemy with rough locks it may be a sheep, and Ouis is a sheep: his Sire so strong, a Ram is a sheeps Sire: that being also an engine of war, horns he hath, and four legs, so hath a sheep: without doubt this monster is a black sheep; Is it not a sheep that you mean? Thou hast hit it, that Monster will I kill and sup with. Come let us take him off Sir Tophas all hail. Welcome children, I seldom cast mine eyes so low as to the crowns of your heads, and therefore pardon me that I spoke not all this while. No harm done, here be fair Ladies come to wonder at your person, your valour, your wit, the report whereof, hath made them careless of their own honours, to glut their eyes and hearts upon yours. Report cannot but injure me, for that not knowing fully what I am, I fear she hath been a niggard in her praises. No gentle knight, Report hath been prodigal, for she hath left you no equal, nor herself credit, so much hath she told, yet no more than we now see. A good wench. If there remain as much pity toward women, as there is in you courage against your enemies, then shall we be happy, who hearing of your person, came to see it, and seeing it, are now in love with it. Love me Ladies? I easily believe it, but my tough heart receiveth no impression with sweet words. Mars may pierce it, Venus shall not paint on it. A cruel saying. there's a girl. Will you cast these Ladies away, and all for a little love? do but speak kindly.
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Passing fat: and I would not chaunge this life to be a Lord, and your selfe passeth all comparison, for other Captaines kill and beate, and there is nothing you kill, but you also eate. I will drawe out their guttes out of their bellies, and teare the flesh with my teeth, so mortall is my hate, and so eger my vnstaunched stomacke. My master thinkes himselfe the valiantest man in the world if hee kill a wren: so warlike a thing he accompteth to take away life, though it be from a Larke. Epi, I finde my thoughtes to swell, and my spirite to take winges, in so much that I cannot continue within the compas of so slender combates. This passeth. Why is he not madde? No, but a little vaine glorious. Epi. Syr. I will encounter that blacke and cruell enemie, that beareth rough and vntewed lockes vpon his bodie, whose Syre throweth downe the strongest walles, whose legs are as many as both ours, on whose head are placed most horrible hornes, by nature, as a defence from all harmes. What meane you Master to be so desperate? Honour inciteth mee, and very hunger compelleth mee. What is that monster? The Monster Ouis. I haue saide, let thy wits worke. I cannot imagin it; yet let me see, a black enemie with rough lockes it may be a sheep, and Ouis is a sheep: his Syre so strong, a Ram is a sheepes Sire: that beeing also an engine of war, hornes he hath, and foure legs, so hath a sheepe: without doubt this monster is a blacke sheepe; Is it not a sheepe that you meane? Thou hast hit it, that Monster will I kill and sup with. Come let vs take him off Syr Tophas all haile. Welcome children, I seldome cast mine eyes so low as to the crownes of your heads, and therfore pardon me that I spake not all this while. No harme done, here be faire Ladies come to wonder at your person, your valour, your witte, the report whereof, hath made them careles of their owne honours, to glut their eyes and harts vpon yours. Report cannot but iniure mee, for that not knowing fully what I am, I feare shee hath beene a niggard in her praises. No gentle knight, Report hath beene prodigal, for shee hath left you no equall, nor her selfe credite, so much hath she tolde, yet no more than we now see. A good wench. If there remaine as much pittie toward women, as there is in you courage against your enemies, thē shall we be happie, who hearing of your person, came to see it, and seeing it, are now in loue with it. Loue me Ladies? I easily beleeue it, but my tough heart receiueth no impression with sweet words. Mars may pearce it, Venus shall not paint on it. A cruell saying. Ther's a girle. Will you cast these Ladyes away, and all for a little loue? doo but speake kindly.