Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 499 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
If it please your Honour, we are 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 tide 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 Brazen-nose College before we pull off our boots. Warren, well motioned, we will to the friar Before we revel it within the town. Raphe, see you keep your countenance like a Prince. Wherefore have I such a company of cutting knaves to wait upon me, but to keep & 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 cry out, and say, friar Bacons subsizar 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 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 heard felt and understood. Oh gross dunce. Come let us break off this dispute between these two. Sirrah, where is Brazen-nose College? Not far from Coppersmiths' hall. What dost thou mock me? Nor I sir, but what would you at Brazen-nose? 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 hand 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 ready at an inch. Sirra Ned, Ile haue no more poſte-horſe to ride on, Ile haue another fetch. I pray you how is that, my Lord? Mary ſir, Ile ſend to the Ile of Eely for foure or fiue dozen of Geeſe, and Ile haue them tide ſixe and ſixe together with whip-cord. Now vpon their backs will I haue a faire field bed, with a Canopy, and ſo when it is my pleaſure, Ile ſlee into what place I pleaſe; this will be eaſie. Your honour hath ſaid well, but ſhall we to Brazennoſe Colledge before we pull off our bootes. Warren, well motioned, we will to the Fryer Before we reuell it within the towne. Raphe, ſee you keepe your countenance like a Prince. Wherefore haue I ſuch a company of cutting knaues to wait vpon me, but to keepe & defend my countenance againſt all mine enemies? haue you not good ſwords and bucklers? Stay, who comes here? Some Scholer, and we'le aske him where Fryer Bacon is. Why thou arrant dunce, ſhall I neuer make thee good ſcholer, doth not all the Towne crie out, and ſay, Fryer Bacons ſubſiſer is the greateſt block-head in all Oxford? why thou canſt not ſpeake one word of true Latine. No ſir, yes what is this elſe; Ego ſum tuiu homo, I am your man, I warrant you ſir, as good Tullies phraſe as any is in Oxford. Come ſirra, what patt of ſpeech is Ego. Ego, that is I, mary nomen ſubſtantino. How proue you that? Why ſir, let him proue himſelfe and a will, I can be heard felt and vnderſtood. Oh groſſe dunce. Come let vs breake off this diſpute between theſe two. Sirra, where is Brazen-noſe Colledge? Not farre from Copper-ſmiths hall. What doeſt thou mocke me? Nor I ſir, but what would you at Brazen-noſe? Mary we would ſpeake with Fryer Bacon. Whoſe men be you? Mary ſcholler, here's our maſter. Sirra, I am the maſter of theſe good-fellowes, maiſt thou not know me to be a Lord by my reparrell? Then here's good game for the hawke, for here's the maſter foole, and a couie of Cockscombes, one wiſe man I think would ſpring you all. Gogs wounds Warren kill him. Why Ned, I thinke the deuill be in my ſheath, I cannot get out my dagger. Nor I mine, Swones Ned, I thinke I am bewitcht. A company of Scabbes, the proudeſt of you all draw your weapon if he can. See how boldly I ſpeake now my maſter is by. I ſtriue in vaine, but if my ſword by ſhut, And coniured faſt by magicke in my ſheath, Villaine here is my fiſt. Oh I beſeech you coniure his hand too, that he may not lift his armes to his head, for he is light-finger'd. Ned ſtrike him, Ile warrant thee by mine honour. What meanes the Engliſh Prince to wrong my man?