The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 19 of 40
Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) romance · Unknown T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.75 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Nought shall he want, write thou and I will sign And gentle Gnato, if my Ida yield, Thou shalt have what thou wilt, I'll give the straight, A barony, an Earldom for reward. Frolic young king, the Lass shall be your own, I'll make her blithe and wanton by my wit. So Oberon, now it begins to work in kind, The ancient Lords by leaving him alive, Disliking of his humours and respite, Let's him run headlong till his flatterers, Sweeting his thoughts of luckless lust, With vile persuasions and alluring words, Makes him make way by murder to his will, judge fair king, hast heard a greater ill? Nor send more virtue in a country maid, I tell the Bohan it doth make me merry, To think the deeds the king means to perform. To change that humour stand and see the rest, I trow my son Slipper will shows a jest. Now after this beguiling of our thoughts, And changing them from sad to better glee, Let's to our cell, and sit and see thee rest, For I believe this jig will prove no jest. Ho fellow, stay and let me speak with thee. Fellow, friend thou dost disbuse me, I am a Gentleman. A Gentleman how so? Why I rub horses sir. And what of that? Oh simple witted, mark my reason, they that do good service in the Commonweal are Gentlemen, but such as rub horses do good service in the Commonweal, Ergo tarbox Master Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman. Here is overmuch wit in good earnest: But sirrah where is thy Master? Neither above ground nor under ground, Drawing out red into white, Swallowing that down without chawing, That was never made without treading. Why where is he then? Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neat and brisk claret, in a bowl of silver: Oh sir the wine runs trillill down his throat, which cost the poor vintnered many a stamp before it was made: but I must hence sir, I have haste. Why whither now I prithee? Faith sir, to Sir Silvester a Knight hard by, upon my masters errand, whom I must certify this, that the lease of Est Spring shall be confirmed, and therefore must I bid him provide trash, for my Master is no friend without money. This is the thing for which I sued so long, This is the lease which I by Gnato's means, Sought to possess by patent from the King: But he injurious man, who lives by crafts, And sells kings favours for who will give most, Hath taken bribes of me, yet covertly Will sell away the thing pertains to me: But I have found a present help I hope, For to prevent his purpose and deceit: Stay gentle friend. A good word, thou hast won me, This word is like a warm candle to a cold stomach.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nought shall he want, write thou and I wil signe And gentle Gnao, if my Ida yeelde, Thou shalt haue what thou wilt, Ile giue the straight, A Barrony, an Earledome for reward. Frolicke young king, the Lasse shall bee your owne, Ile make her blyth and wanton by my wit. So Oberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde, The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue, Disliking of his humors and respight, Lets him run headlong till his flatterers, Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust, With vile perswations and alluring words, Makes him make way by murther to his will, Iudge faie king, hast heard a greater ill? Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd▪ I tell the Bohan it doth make me merrie, To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe. To change that humour stand and see the rest, I trow my sonne Slipper will shewes a iest. Now after this beguiling of our thoughts, And changing them from sad to better glee, Lets to our sll, and sit and see thee rest, For I beleeue this Iig will prcoue no iest. Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee. Fellow, frend thou doest disbuse me, I am a Gentlemā. A Gentleman how so? Why I rub horses sir. And what of that? Oh simple witted, marke my reason, they that do good seruice in the Common-weale are Gentlemen, but such as rub horses do good seruice in the Common-weale, Ergo tarbox Maister Courtier, a Horse-keeper is a Gentleman. Heere is ouermuch wit in good earnest: But sirrha where is thy Maister? Neither aboue ground nor vnder ground, Drawing out red into white, Swallowing that downe without chawing, That was neuer made without treading. Why where is hee then? Why in his seller, drinking a cup of neate and briske claret, in a boule of siluer: Oh sir the wine runnes trillill down his throat, which cost the poore vintnerd many a stampe before it was made: but I must hence sir, I haue haste. Why whither now I prithee? Faith sir, to Sir Siluester a Knight hard by, vppon my Maisters arrand, whom I must certifie this, that the lease of Est Spring shall bee confirmed, and therefore must I bid him prouide trash, for my Maister is no friend without mony. This is the thing for which I sued so long, This is the lease which I by Guatoes meanes, Sought to possesse by pattent from the King: But hee iniurious man, who liues by crafts, And selles kings fauours for who will giue most, Hath taken bribes of mee, yet couertly Will sell away the thing pertaines to mee: But I haue found a present helpe I hope, For to preuent his purpose and deceit: Stay gentle friend. A good word, thou haste won me, This word is like a warme candle to a colde stomacke.