Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1528 [1519-1528] (Annals) comedy T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.73 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
What so ever his mind be, let him appear. Now good master horner I pray you come near, I am no horner knave I will you know it. I thought ye had, for when ye did blow it Hard I never whoreson make horn so go As lief ye kiss mine arse as blow my hole so Come on your way before the god Iupyter And there for yourself ye shallbe sewter. Most mighty prince and god of every nation Pleaseth your highness to vouchsafe the hearing Of me which according to your proclamation Doth make appearance in way of beseeching Nat sole for myself but generally, For all came of noble and ancient stock Which fort above all doth most thankfully Daily take pain for wealth of the comen flock With diligent study always devising To keep them in order and unite In peace to labour the increases of their living Whereby each man may prosper in plenty Wherefore good god this is our hole desiring That for ease of our pains at times vacant In our recreation which chiefly is hunting It may please you to send us wether pleasant dry and not misty the wind calm and sryll That after our hounds yourning so merely chasing the dear over pale and hill In hearing we may follow and to comfort the cry Right well we do perceive your hole request Which shall not fail to rest in memory Wherefore we will ye set yourself at rest Till we have hard each man indifferently And we shall take such order universally As best may stand to our honour infinite For wealth in common and each man's singular profit In heaven and earth honoured be thy name Of Iupyter whom of his godly goodness Hath set this matter in so goodly frame That every wight shall have his desire doubtless And first for us nobles and gentlemen I doubt not in his wisdom to provide Such wether as in our hunting now and then We may both tayse and receive on every side Which thing once had for our said recrearyon Shall greatly prevail you in proferring our health For what thing more needful than our preservation Being the weal and heads of all comen wealth Now I beseech your mashype whose head be you. Whose head am I, thy head what sayest thou now. Nay I think it very true so god me help For I have ever been of a little whelp So full of fancies and in so many fits So many small reasons and in so many wits That even as I stand I pray god I be deed If ever I thought them all meet for heed But sins I have one head more than I knew Blame not my rejoicing I love all things new And sure it is treasure of heads to have store One fear can I now that I neve could before. What is that.
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☞What ſo euer his mynde be, let him appere. ¶Nowe good mayſter horner I praye you come nere, ❧I am no horner knaue I wyll you knowe it. ¶I thought ye had, for when ye dyd blowe it Harde I neuer horeſon make horne ſo go As lefe ye kyſt myne ars as blowe my hole ſo Come on your way before the god Iupyter And there for your ſelfe ye ſhalbe ſewter. ¶Moſte myghty prynce and god of euery nacyon Pleaſeth your hyghnes to vouchſaue the herynge Of me whiche accordynge to your proclamacyon Dothe make apparaunce in way of beſechynge Nat ſole for my ſelfe but generally, For all came of noble and auncient ſtocke Whiche forte aboue all doth moſte thankefully Dayly take payne for welth of the comen flocke With delygent ſtudy alway deuyſynge To kepe them in order and vnyte In peace to laboure the encres of theyr lyuynge Wherby eche man may proſper in plente Wherfore good god this is our hole deſyrynge That for eaſe of our paynes at tymes vacant In our recreacion whiche chefly is huntynge It may pleaſe you to ſende vs wether pleaſaunte Drye and nat myſty the wynde calme and ſryll That after our houndes yournynge ſo merely Chaſynge the dere ouer pale and hyll In herynge we may folowe and to comforte the cry ¶Ryght well we do perceyue your hole requeſt Whiche ſhall not fayle to reſte in memory Wherfore we wyll ye ſet your ſelfe at reſt Tyll we haue harde eche man indifferently And we ſhall take ſuche order vnyuerſally As beſte may ſtande to our honour infynyte For welth in cōmune and eche mannes ſynguler profyte ¶In heuen and erthe honoured be thy name Of Iupyter whome of his godly goodnes Hath ſet this mater in ſo goodly frame That euery wyght ſhall haue his deſyre doubtles And fyrſt for vs nobles and gentylmen I doute nat in his wyſdome to prouyde Suche wether as in our huntynge nowe and then We may bothe tayſe and receyue on euery ſyde Whiche thynge ones had for our ſayde recrearyon Shall greatly preuayle you in proferrynge our helth For what thynge more nedefull then our preſeruacyon Beynge the weale and heddes of all comen welth ❀Nowe I beſeche your maſhype whoſe hed be you. ¶Whoſe hed am I, thy hed what ſayſt thou nowe. ☞Nay I thynke it very true ſo god me helpe For I haue euer ben of a lyttell whelpe So full of fanſyes and in ſo many fyttes So many ſmall reaſons and in ſo many wyttes That euen as I ſtande I pray god I be dede If euer I thought them all mete for hede But ſyns I haue one hed more then I knewe Blame nat my reioyſynge I loue all thynges newe And ſure it is treaſour of heddes to haue ſtore One feare can I nowe that I neue coulde before. ☜What is that.