Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (on tour); Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men (in London) · before the Court T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.80 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Here my Lord. If thou be'st come of Lancelot's worthy line welcome thou art, Kneel down sir Knight, rise up sir Knight, Here take this sword, and hie thee to the fight. Now tell me Orgalio, what dost thou think, Will not his Knight prove a valiant Squire? He cannot choose being of your making But where's Angelica now? Faith I cannot tell. Villain find her out, Or else the torments that Ixion feels, The rolling stone, the tubs of the Belides, Villain wilt thou find her out. Alas my Lord, I know not where she is. Run to Charlemagne, spare for no cost, Tell him Orlando sent for Angelica. Faith I'll fetch you such an Angelica as you never saw before. As though that Sagittarius in his pride, Could take brave Leda from stout Iupiter? And yet forsooth Medor, base Medor durst Attempt to reave Orlando of his love. Sirrah, you that are the messenger of Ioue, You that can sweep it through the milk white path That leads unto the Senate house of Mars. Fetch me my shield tempered of purest steel, My helm forged by the Cyclops for Anchises son, And see if I dare not combat for Angelica. Come away, and take heed you laugh not. No I warrant you, but I think I had best go back and shave my beard. Tush, that will not be seen. Well you will give me the half crown ye promised me. Doubt not of that man. Sirrah, didst not see me serve the fellow a fine trick, when we came over the market place. why, how was that? Why he comes to me, and said; Gentlewoman, wilt please you take a pint or a quart. No Gentlewoman said I, but your friend and Doritie. Excellent: come see where my Lord is. My Lord, here is Angelica. Mas thou sayst true, 'tis she indeed; How fares the fair Angelica? Well I thank you heartily. Why art thou not that same Angelica, Whose hue as bright as fair Erythea That darks Canopus with her silver hue? Yes forsooth. Are not these the beauteous checks, Wherein the Lilies and the native Rose Sits equal suited with a blushing red? He makes a garden plot in my face. Are not my dear those radiant eyes, Whereout proud Phoebus flasheth out his beams? Yes, yes, with squibs and crackers bravely. You are Angelica? Yes marry am I. Where's your sweet heart Medor? Orgalio, give me eighteen pence, & let me go. Speak strumpet, speak. Marry sir he is drinking a pint or a quart. Why strumpet, worse than Mars his trothless love. Falser than faithless Cressida: strumpet thou shalt not scape. Come, come, you do not use me like a gentlewoman; and if I be not for you I am for another. Are you, that will I try. He beateth him out.
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Here my Lord. If thou beest come of Lancelots worthy line welcome thou art, Kneele downe sir Knight, rise vp sir Knight, Here take this sword, and hie thee to the fight. Now tell me Orgalio, what dost thou thinke, Will not his Knight proue a valiant Squire? He cannot chuse being of your making But wheres Angelica now? Faith I cannot tell. Villaine find her out, Or else the torments that Ixion feeles, The rolling stone, the tubs of the Belides, Villaine wilt thou finde her out. Alas my Lord, I know not where she is. Run to Charlemaine, spare for no cost, Tell him Orlando sent for Angelica. Faith Ile fetch you such an Angelica as you neuer saw before. As though that Sagittarius in his pride, Could take braue Laeda from stout Iupiter? And yet forsooth Medor, base Medor durst Attempt to reue Orlando of his loue. Sirra, you that are the messenger of Ioue, You that can sweep it through the milke white path That leads vnto the Senate house of Mars. Fetch me my shield temperd of purest steele, My helme forgd by the Cyclops for Anchises sonne, And see if I dare not combat for Angelica. Come away, and take heed you laugh not. No I warrant you, but I thinke I had best go backe and shaue my beard. Tush, that will not be seene. Well you will giue me the halfe crowne ye promist me. Doubt not of that man. Sirra, didst not see me serue the fellow a fine tricke, when we came ouer the market place. why, how was that? Why hee comes to me, and said; Gentlewoman, wilt please you take a pint or a quart. No Gentlewoman said I, but your frend and Doritie. Excellent: come see where my Lord is. My Lord, here is Angelica. Mas thou saist true, tis she indeed; How fares the faire Angelica? Well I thanke you hartely. Why art thou not that same Angelica, Whose hiew as bright as faire Erythea That darkes Canopus with her siluer hiew? Yes forsooth. Are not these the beauteous checkes, Wherein the Lillies and the natiue Rose Sits equall suted with a blushing red? He makes a garden plot in my face. Are not my dere those radient eyes, Whereout proud Phoebus flasheth out his beames? Yes, yes, with squibs and crackers braueiy. You are Angelica? Yes marry am I. Wheres your sweet heart Medor? Orgalio, giue me eighteen pence, & let me go. Speake strumpet, speake. Marry sir he is drinking a pint or a quart. Why strumpet, worse than Mars his trothlesse loue. Falser than faithles Cresida: strumpet thou shalt not scape. Come, come, you doo not vse me like a gentlewoman; and if I be not for you I am for another. Are you, that will I trie. He beateth him out.