Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
If it please your honour we are all ready at an inch. Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more post horse to ride on, I'll have another fetch. I pray you how is that my Lord? Marry sir, I'll send to the isle of Eely for four or five dozen of Geese, and I'll have them tied six and six together with whipcord, Now upon their backs will I have a fair field bed, with a Canopy, and so when it is my pleasure I'll flee into what place I please; this will be easy. Your honour hath said well, but shall we to Brasen-nose College before we pull off our boots. Warren well motioned, we will to the Friar Before we revel it within the town. Ralph see you keep your countenance like a Prince. Wherefore have I such a company of cutting knaves to wait upon me, but to Keep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies: have you not good swords and bucklers. Stay who comes here. Some scholar, and we'll ask him where Friar Bacon is. Why thou arrant dunce shall I never make thee good scholar, doth not all the town try out, and say, Friar Bacon's subsiser is the greatest blockhead in all Oxford, why thou canst not speak one word of true Latin. No sir, yes what is this else; Ego sum tuus homo, I am your man, I warrant you sir as good Tully's phrase as any is in Oxford. Come on sirrah, what part of speech is ego. ego, that is I, marry nomen substantivo. How prove you that? Why sir let him prove himself and a will, I can be hard felt and understood. Oh gross dunce. Come let us break off this dispute between these two. Sirrah, where is Brazennose College. Not far from Copper-smithes hall. What dost thou mock me. Not I sir, but what would you at Brazennose? Marry we would speak with friar Bacon. Whose men be you. Marry scholar here's our master. Sirrah I am the master of these good fellows, mayst thou not know me to be a Lord by my reparel. Then here's good game for the hawk, for here's the master fool, and a covey of Coxcombs, one wise man I think would spring you all. Gog's wounds Warren kill him. Why Ned I think the devil be in my sheath, I cannot get out my dagger. Nor I mine, 'Swounds Ned I think I am bewitched. A company of scabs, the proudest of you all draw your weapon if he can, See how boldly I speak now my master is by. I strive in vain, but if my sword be shut, And conjured fast by magic in my sheath, Villain here is my fist. Oh I beseech you conjure his hands too, that he may not lift his arms to his head, for he is light fingered. Ned strike him, I'll warrant thee by mine honour. What means the English prince to wrong my man,
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If it pleaſe your honour we are all ready at an inch. Sirha Ned, Ile haue no more poſt horſe to ride on, Ile haue another fetch. I pray you how is that my Lord? Marrie ſir, Ile ſend to the Ile of Eely for foure or fiue dozen of Geeſe, and Ile haue them tide ſix and ſix together with whipcord, Now vpon their backes will I haue a faire field bed, with a Canapi, and ſo when it is my pleaſure Ile flee into what place I pleaſe; this will be eaſie. Your honour hath ſaid well, but ſhall we to Braſennoſe Colledge before we pull off our bootes. Warren well motioned, wee will to the Frier Before we reuell it within the towne. Raphe ſee you keepe your countenance like a Prince. Wherefore haue I ſuch a companie of cutting knaues to wait vpon me, but to eep and defend my countenance againſt all mine enemies: haue you not good ſwords and bucklers. Stay who comes heere. Some ſcholler, and weele aske him where Frier Bacon is. Why thou arrant dunce ſhal I neuer make thee good ſcholler, doth not all the towne trie out, and ſay, Frier Bacons ſubſiſer is the greateſt blockhead in all Oxford, why thou canſt not ſpeake one word of true Latine. No ſir, yes what is this els; g um tuus hom, I am your man, I warrant you ſir as good Tullies phraſe as any is in Oxford. Come on ſirha, what part of ſpeech is Eg. Eg, that is I, marrie nomen ſbstant. How prooue you that? Why ſir let him prooue himſelfe and a will, I can b hard felt and vnderſtood. Oh groſſe dunce. Come let vs breake off this diſpute between theſe two. Sirha, where is Brazennoſe Colledge. Not far from Copper-ſmithes hall. What doeſt thou moke me. Not I ſir, but what would you at Brazennoſe? Mrrie we would ſpeake with frier Bacon. Whoſe men be you. Marrie ſcholler heres our maiſter. Sirha I am the maiſter of theſe good fellowes, mayſt thou not know me to be a Lord by my reparrell. Then heeres good game for the hawke, for heers the maiſter foole, and a couie of Cockscombs, one wiſe man I thinke would ſpring you all. Gogs wounds Warren kill him. Why Ned I thinke the deull be in my ſheath, I cannot get out my dagger. Nor I mine, Swones Ned I thinke I am bewitcht. A companie of ſcabbes, the proudeſt of you all drawe your weapon if he can, See how boldly I ſpeake now my maiſter is by. I ſtriue in vaine, but if my ſword be ſhut, And coniured faſt by magicke in my ſheath, Villaine heere is my fiſt. Oh I beſeech you coniure his hands too, that he may not lift his armes to his head, for he is light fingered. Ned ſtrike him, Ile warrant thee by mine honour. What meanes the Engliſh prince to wrong my man,