Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.71 · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Let me that joy in these consorting greets, And glory in these honours done to Ned, Yield thanks for all these favours to my son, And rest a true Plantagenet to all. Salvete omnes Reges, that govern your Greges, in Saxony, and Spain, in England, and in Almain: for all this frolic rabble must I cover the table, with trenchers, salt, and cloth, and then look for your broth. What pleasant fellow is this? 'tis, my Lord, Doctor Bacons poor Scholar. My master hath made me sewer of these great Lords, and (God knows) I am as serviceable at a table, as a Sow is under an Apple tree: 'tis no matter, their cheer shall not be great, and therefore what skills where the salt stand before or behind? These Scholars know more skill in Axioms, How to use quips and sleights of Sophistry, Then for to cover courtly for a King. Spill, sir? why, do you think I never carried twopenny chop before in my life? By your leave, Nobile decus, for here comes Doctor Bacons pecus, being in his full age, to carry a mess of pottage. Lordlings, admire not if your cheer be this, For we must keep our Academic fare, No riot where Philosophy doth reign: And therefore, Henry, place these Potentates, And bid them fall unto their frugal cates. Presumptuous friar, what, scoff'dst thou at a King? What, dost thou taunt us with thy peasant's fare, And give us cates fit for Country Swains? Henrie, proceeds this jest of thy consent, To twit us with a pittance of such price? Tell me, and Frederick will not grieve thee long. By Henry's honour and the Royal faith The English Monarch beareth to his friend, I knew not of the friar's feeble fare, Nor am I pleased he entertains you thus. Content thee, Frederick, for I showed thee cates, To let thee see how scholars use to feed: How little meat refines our English wits. Miles take away, and let it be thy dinner. marry sir, I will, this day shall be a festival day with me: For I shall exceed in the highest degree. I tell thee, Monarch, all the German Peers Could not afford thy entertainment such, So Royal and so full of Majesty, As Bacon will present to Frederick, The Basest waiter that attends thy cups, Shall be in honours greater than thyself: And for thy cates rich Alexandria drugs, Fetched by caravels from Egypt's richest straits: Found in the wealthy strand of Africa, Shall royalize the table of my King, Wines richer than the Gyprian Courtesan Quaffed to Augustus Kingly countermatch, shallbe caroused in English Henry's feasts: Candy shall yield the richest of her canes, Persia down her Volga by canoes, Send down the secrets of her spicery. The Afrique Dates, mirabiles of Spain, Conserves, and Suckets from Tiberias, Cates from Iudea choicer than the lamp That fired Rome with sparks of gluttony, Shall beautify the board for Frederick, And therefore grudge not at a friars feast.
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Position
nodes 1161–1215 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 33 in this edition
Length
504 words · 714 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T13 — Knights, squires and ladiesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.712 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Let me that ioy in theſe conſorting greets, And glory in theſe honours done to Ned, Yeeld thankes for all theſe fauours to my ſonne, And reſt a true Plantagenet to all. Saluete omnes Reges, that gouerne your Greges, in Saxony, and Spaine, in England, and in Almaine: for all this frolicke rable muſt I couer the table, with trenchers, ſalt, and cloth, and then looke for your broth. What pleaſant fellow is this? Tis, my Lord, Doctor Bacons poore Scholler. My maſter hath made me ſewer of theſe great Lords, and (God knowes) I am as ſeruiceable at a table, as a Sow is vnder an Apple tree: 'tis no matter, their cheere ſhall not be great, and therefore what skils where the ſalt ſtand before or behinde? Theſe Schollers know more skill in Axiomes, How to vſe quips and ſleights of Sophiſtrie, Then for to couer courtly for a King. Spill, ſir? why, doe you thinke I neuer carried two-penny chop before in my life? By your leaue, Nobile decus, for here comes Doctor Bacons pecus, being in his full age, to carry a meſſe of pottage. Lordlings, admire not if your cheere be this, For we muſt keepe our Academicke fare, No riot where Philoſophy doth raigne: And therefore, Henry, place theſe Potentates, And bid them fall vnto their frugall cates. Preſumptuous Fryer, what, ſcoft'ſt thou at a King? What, doeſt thou taunt vs with thy peazants fare, And giues vs cates fit for Country Swaines? Henrie, proceeds this ieſt of thy conſent, To twit vs with a pittance of ſuch price? Tell me, and Fredericke will not grieue thee long. By Henries honour and the Royall faith The Engliſh Monarke beareth to his friend, I knew not of the Fryers feeble fare, Nor am I pleas'd he entertaines you thus. Content thee, Frederick, for I ſhewd thee cates, To let thee ſee how ſchollers vſe to feede: How little meate refines our Engliſh wits. Miles take away, and let it be thy dinner. Mary ſir, I will, this day ſhall be a feſtiuall day with me: For I ſhall exceed in the higheſt degree. I tell thee, Monarke, all the Germane Peeres Could not afford thy entertainment ſuch, So Royall and ſo full of Maieſtie, As Bacon will preſent to Fredericke, The Baſeſt waiter that attends thy cups, Shall be in honours greater then thy ſelfe: And for thy cates rich Alexandria drugges, Fetcht by Carueils from Aegypts richeſt ſtraights: Found in the wealthy ſtrond of Affrica, Shall Royallize the table of my King, Wines richer then the Gyprian Courtiſan Quaft to Auguſtus Kingly countermatch, Shalbe carrowſt in Engliſh Henries feaſts: Candy ſhall yeeld the richeſt of her canes, Perſia downe her Volga by Canows, Send downe the ſecrets of her ſpicerie. The Africke Dates, mirabiles of Spaine, Conſerues, and Suckets from Tiberias, Cates from Iudea choiſer then the lampe That ſiered Rome with ſparkes of gluttony, Shall beautifie the boord for Fredericke, And therefore grudge not at a Fryers feaſt.