Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1589 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Martius, thy council hath shed as much blood as would make another sea. Valour I cannot call it, and barbarousness is a word too mild. Come Mellaorites, let us go, and come you Eristus, that if I obtain mercy of Bacchus, we may offer Sacrifice to Bacchus. Martius, if you be not disposed to go, dispose as you will of yourself. I will humbly attend on your Highness, as still hoping to have my hearts desire, and you your height of honour. AH Licio, a bot's on the barber, ever since I cozened him of the golden beard I have had the toothache. I think Motto hath poisoned thy gums. It is a deadly pain. I knew a dog run mad with it. I believe it Licio, and thereof it is that they call it a dogged pain. Thou knowest I have tried all old women's medicines, and cunning men's charms, but interim my teeth ache. I am glad I have heard the wags, to be quittance for overhearing us. We will take the vantage, they shall find us quick Barbers. I'll tell Motto my master, and then we will have Quid pro quo, a tooth for a beard. Licio, to make me merry I pray thee go forward with the description of thy mistress: thou must begin now at the paps. Indeed (Petulus) a good beginning for thee, for thou canst eat pap now, because thou canst bite nothing else. But I have not mind on those matters. If the king lose his golden wish, we shall have but a brazen Court, but what became of the beard, Petulus? I have pawned it, for I durst not coin it. What dost thou pay for the pawning? twelve pence in the pound for the month. What for the herbage? It is not at herbage. Yes Petulus, if it be a beard it must be at her badge, for a beard is a badge of hair; and a badge of hair, hairbadge. Dello, thou knowest Midas touched his beard, and 'twas gold. Well. That the Pages cozened me of it. No lie. That I must be revenged. In good time. Thou knowest I have taught thee the knacking of the hands, the tickling on a man's hairs, like the tuning of a Cittern. True. Besides, I instructed thee in the phrases of our eloquent occupation, as how sir will you be trimmed? will you have your beard like a spade, or a bodkin? a penthouse on your upper lip, or an ally on your chin? allow curl on your head like a Bull, or dangling lock like a spaniel? your moustaches sharp at the ends, like shoemakers awls, or hanging down to your mouth like goats flakes? your lovelocks wreathed with a silken twist, or shaggy to fall on your shoulders? I confess you have taught me Tullie de or atore, the very art of trimming. Well for all this I desire no more at thy hands, than to keep secret the revenge I have prepared for the Pages.
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Martius, thy councell hath shed as much bloud as would make another sea. Valor I cannot call it, and barbarousnesse is a worde too milde. Come Mellaorites, let vs goe, and come you Eristus, that if I obteine mercie of Bacchus, wee may offer Sacrifice to Bacchus. Martius, if you be not disposed to goe, dispose as you will of your selfe. I will humbly attend on your Highnesse, as still hoping to haue my hearts desire, and you your height of honor. AH Licio, a bots on the Barbar, euer since I consened him of the golden beard I haue had the toothach. I thinke Motto hath poysoned thy gummes. It is a deadlie paine. I knew a dog run mad with it. I beleeue it Licio, and thereof it is that they cal it a dogged paine. Thou knowest I haue tried all old womens medicins, and cunning mens charms, but interim my teeth ake. I am glad I haue heard the wags, to be quittance for ouer-hearing vs. We wil take the vantage, they shall finde vs quick Barbers. Ile tel Motto my master, and then we will haue Quid pro quo, a tooth for a beard. Licio, to make me merrie I pray thee go forward with the description of thy mistres: thou must beginne now at the paps. Indeed (Petulus) a good beginning for thee, for thou canst eat pappe now, because thou canst bite nothing els. But I haue not mind on those matters. If the king lose his golden wish, wee shall haue but a brasen Court, but what became of the beard, Petulus? I haue pawnd it, for I durst not coyn it. What doest thou pay for the pawning? Twelue pence in the pound for the moneth. What for the herbage? It is not at herbage. Yes Petulus, if it be a beard it must be at herbadge, for a beard is a badge of haire; and a badge of haire, hairbadge. Dello, thou knowest Mydas toucht his beard, and twas gold. Well. That the Pages cosend me of it. No lie. That I must be reuenged. In good time. Thou knowest I haue taught thee the knacking of the hands, the tickling on a mans haires, like the tuning of a Cittern. True. Besides, I instructed thee in the phrases of our eloquent occupation, as how sir will you be trimmed? wil you haue your beard like a spade, or a bodkin? a penthouse on your vpper lip, or an allie on your chin? alowe curle on your head like a Bull, or dangling lock like a spaniel? your mustachoes sharp at the endes, like shomakers aules, or hanging down to your mouth like Goates flakes? your loue-locks wreathed with a silken twist, or shaggie to fal on your shoulders? I confesse you haue taught me Tullie de or atore, the very art of trimming. Wel for all this I desire no more at thy hands, than to keep secrete the reuenge I haue prepared for the Pages.