Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.81 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
O Iesu sir! prithee dear Nymph, entreat her beauties to shine on this side of the building. That he may erect a new dial of complement, with his Gnomon, and his punctilioes. Nay, thou art such another cynic now, a man had need walk uprightly before thee. Heart, can any man walk more upright than he does? Look, look; as if he went in a frame, or had a suit of wainscot on: and the dog watching him lest he should leap out on't. O villain! Well, and e'er I meet him in the city, I'll ha' him jointed, I'll pawn him in Eastcheap among butchers else. Peace, who be these, Carlo? Yonder's your godfather; do your duty to him son. This sir? a poor elder brother of mine sir, a yeoman, may dispend some seven or eight hundred a year: that's his son, my nephew there. You are not ill-come neighbour Sordido, though I have not yet said welcome: what, my godson is grown a great Proficient by this? I hope he will grow great one day, sir. What does he study? the law? ay sir, he is a gentleman, though his father be but a yeoman. What call you your nephew, signor? Mary his name is Fungoso. Fungoso? O, he looked somewhat like a sponge in that pinked doublet methought: well, make much of him; I see he was never borne to ride upon a moil. My Lady will come presently sir. O now, now. Stand by, retire yourselves a space: nay, pray you, forget not the use of your hat; the air is piercing. What? will not their presence prevail against the current of his humour? O no: it's a mere flood, a Torrent, carries all afore it. What more than heavenly pulchritude is this? What Magazine, or treasury of bliss? Dazzle, you organs to my optic sense, To view a creature of such eminence: O I am planet-struck, and in yond Sphere, A brighter star than Venus doth appear. How? in verse? n Extasie, an Extasie, man. Is your desire to speak with me, sir Knight? He will tell you that anon; neither his Brain, nor his Body, are yet moulded for an answer. Most debonair, and Luculent Lady, I decline me as low as the Basis of your Altitude. He makes congees to his wife in Geometrical proportions. Is't possible there should be any such Humorist? Very easily possible, Sir, you see there is. I have scarce collected my spirits, but lately scattered in the admiration of your Form; to which (if the bounties of your mind be any way responsible) I doubt not but my desires shall find a smooth and secure passage. I am a poor Knight-errant (Lady) that hunting in the adjacent Forest, was by adventure in the pursuit of a Hart, brought to this place; which Heart (dear madam) escaped by enchantment: the evening approaching (my self and servant wearied) my suit is, to enter your fair Castle, and refresh me.
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O Iesu sir! Pr'y thee deare Nymph, intreat her beauties to shine on this side of the building. That he may erect a new dyall of complement, with his Gnomons, and his Puntilio's. Nay, thou art such another Cinique now, a man had need walke vprightly before thee. Heart, can any man walke more vpright than hee does? Looke, looke; as if hee went in a frame, or had a sute of wanescot on: and the dogge watching him least he should leape out on't. O villaine! VVell, and e'er I meet him in the cittie, I'le ha' him joynted, I'le pawne him in East-cheape among butchers else. Peace, who be these, Carlo? Yonder's your godfather; do your dutie to him sonne. This sir? a poore elder brother of mine sir, a yeoman, may dispend some seuen or eight hundred a yeere: that's his sonne, my nephew there. You are not ill-come neighbour Sordido, though I haue not yet said welcom: what, my god-sonne is growne a great Proficient by this? I hope he will grow great one day, sir. VVhat does he studie? the law? I sir, he is a gentleman, though his father be but a yeoman. VVhat call you your nephew, Signior? Mary his name is Fungoso. Fungoso? O, hee look somewhat like a spunge in that pinckt doublet me thought: well, make much of him; I see he was neuer borne to ride vpon a moile. My Ladie will come presently sir. O now, now. Stand by, retire your selues a space: nay, pray you, forget not the vse of your hat; the aire is piercing. VVhat? will not their presence preuaile against the current of his humor? O no: it's a meere floud, a Torrent, carries all afore it. What more than heauenly pulchritude is this? What Magazine, or treasurie of blisse? Dazle, you organs to my optique sence, To view a creature of such eminence: O I am planet-strooke, and in yond Sphere, A brighter starre than Venus doth appea. How? in verse? n Extasie, an Extasie, man. Is your desire to speake with me, sir Knight? He will tell you that anon; neither his Brae, nor his Bodie, are yet moulded for an answere. Most debonaire, and Luculent Ladie, I decline me as lw as the Basis of your Altitude. Hee makes congies to is wife in Geometricall proportions. Is't possible there should be any such Humorist? Very easily possible, Sir, you see there is. I haue arse collected my spirits, but lately scatter'd in the admiration of your Forme; to which (if the bounties of your mind be any way resposible) I doubt not but my desires shall find a sooth and secure passage. I am a poore Knightrrant (Ladie) that hunting in the adjacent Forrest, was by aduenture in the pursuit of a Hart, brought to this place; which Hart (deare Madame) escaped by enchantment: the euening approching (my selfe and seruant weared) my suit is, to enter your faire Castle, and refrsh me.