Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.82 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
It may be so, it may be so, Now sir, how like you this course. Pretty, pretty, but not famous, Well for a learner, but not for a warrior. By my faith, methought it was excellent. ay in the eye of an infant, a peacock's tail is glorious. O well run, the bay horse with the blue tail, And the silver knight, are both down, By Cock and Pie, and Mouse foot, The English man is a fine Knight. Now by the marble face of the Welkin, He is a brave warrior. What an oath is there, fie upon thee extortioner. Now comes in the infant that courts my mistress, Oh that my lance were in my rest, And my Beaver closed for this encounter. O well run, my master hath overthrown the Turk. Now fie upon the Turk, To be dismounted by a Child it vexeth me. O well run Master, he hath overthrown the Frenchman. It is the fury of his horse, not the strength of his arm I would thou wouldst remit my oath, That I might assail thy master. I give thee leave, go to thy destruction, But sirrah where's thy horse? Why my Page stands holding him by the bridle. Well go mount thee, go. I go, and Fortune guide my Lance. Take the braggin'st knave in christendom with thee: Truly I am sorry for him, He just like a knight, he'll justle like a jade. It it a world to here the fool prate and brag, He will jet as if it were a Goose on a green: He goes many times supperless to bed, And yet he takes Physic to make him lean. Last night he was bidden to a Gentlewoman's to supper, And because he would not be put to carve, He wore his hand in a scarf, and said he was wounded: He wears a coloured lath in his scabbard, And when 'twas found upon him, he said he was wrathful, He might not wear no iron. He wears Civet, And when it was asked him, where he had that musk, He said, all his kindred smelled so: Is not this a counterfeit fool? Well i'll up and see how he speeds. Now by the faith of a squire, he is a very faint knight, Why my master hath overthrown him And his Curtal, both to the ground, I shall have old laughing, It will be better than the Fox in the hole for me. Brave Gentlemen, by all your free consents, This Knight unknown, hath best demeaned himself, According to the proclamation made, The prize and honour of the day is his, But now unmask thyself, that we may see, What warlike wrinkles time hath charactered, With age's print upon thy warlike face. Accord to his request, brave man at arms, And let me see the face that vanquished me. Unmask thyself, thou well approved knight. I long to see thy face brave warrior.
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It may be so, it may be so, Now sir, how like you this course. Prettie, prettie, but not famous, Well for a learner, but not for a warriour. By my faith, me thought it was excellent. I in the eye of an infant, a Peacocks taile is glorious. O well run, the baye horsse with the blew taile, And the siluer knight, are both downe, By Cocke and Pie, and Mouse foote, The English man is a fine Knight. Now by the marble face of the Welkin, Hee is a braue warriour. What an oath is there, fie vpon thee extortioner. Now comes in the infant that courts my mistresse, Oh that my launce were in my rest, And my Beauer closd for this encounter. O well ran, my maister hath ouerthrown the Turke. Now fie vpon the Turke, To be dismounted by a Childe it vexeth me. O wel run Maister, he hath ouerthrown the Frenchman. It is the fury of his horse, not the strength of his arme I would thou wouldst remit my oath, That I might assaile thy maister. I giue thee leaue, go to thy destruction, But syrra wheres thy horse? Why my Page stands holding him by the bridle. Well goe mount thee, goe. I go, and Fortune guide my Launce. Take the braginst knaue in christendom with thee: Trulie I am sorrie for him, He iust like a knight, heele iustle like a Iade. It it a world to heere the foole prate and brag, He will iet as if it were a Goose on a greene: He goes many times supperles to bed, And yet he takes Phisick to make him leane. Last night he was bidden to a Gentlewomans to supper, And because he would not be put to carue, He wore his hand in a scarfe, and said he was wounded: He weares a coloured lath in his scabberd, And when twas found vpon him, he said he was wrathfull, He might not weare no iron. He weres Ciuet, And when it was askt him, where he had that muske, He said, all his kindred smelt so: Is not this a counterfet foole? Well ile vp and see how he speedes. Now by the faith of a squire, he is a very faint knight, Why my maister hath ouerthrowne him And his Curtall, both to the ground, I shall haue olde laughing, It will be better then the Fox in the hole for me. Braue Gentlemen, by all your free consents, This Knight vnknowne, hath best demeand himselfe, According to the proclimation made, The prize and honor of the day is his, But now vnmaske thy selfe, that we may see, What warlike wrinckles time hath charactered, With ages print vpon thy warlike face. Accord to his request, braue man at armes, And let me see the face that vanquished me. Vnmaske thy selfe, thou well approoued knight. I long to see thy face braue warriour.