Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.87 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Sir Knight, albeit it be not usual with me (chiefly in the absence of a husband) to admit any entrance to strangers, yet in the true regard of those innated virtues, and fair parts which so strive to express themselves in you; I am resolved to entertain you to the best of my unworthy power; which I acknowledge to be nothing, valued with what so worthy a person may deserve. Please you but stay, while I descend. Most admired Lady, you astonish me. What? with speaking a speech of your own penning? Nay look; pray thee peace. Pox on't: I am impatient of such foppery. O let's hear the rest. What? a tedious Chapter of Courtship, after sir Lancelot, and Queen Guinevere? away: I mar'le in what dull cold nook he found this Lady out? that (being a woman) she was blessed with no more Copy of wit, but to serve his Humour thus. 'sblood, I think he feeds her with Porridge, I: she could ne'er have such a thick brain else. Why is Porridge so hurtful, signor? O, nothing under heaven more prejudicial to those ascending subtle powers, or doth sooner abate that which we call, Acumen Ingenij, than your gross fare: why I'll make you an Instance: your City wives, but observe 'em, you ha' not more perfect true fools i' the world bred than they are generally; & yet you see (by the fineness and delicacy of their Diet, diving into the fat Capons, drinking your rich wines, feeding on Larks, Sparrows, Potato pies, and such good unctuous meats) how their wits are refined and rarefied: & sometimes a very Quintessence of conceit flows from 'em, able to drown a weak Apprehension. Peace, here comes the Lady. God's me, here's company: turn in again. 'Slight, our presence has cut off the convoy of the jest. All the better; I am glad on't: for the issue was very perspicuous. Come, let's discover, and salute the knight. Stay: who be these that address themselves towards us? what Carlo? now by the Sincerity of my Soul, welcome; welcome Gentlemen: and how dost thou, thou Grand Scourge; or, Second Untruss of the time? Faith spending my metal in this Reeling world (here and there) as the sway of my Affection carries me, and perhaps stumble upon a yeoman pewterer, as I do now; or one of Fortune's Moils laden with treasure, and an empty Cloak-bag following him, gaping when a bag will untie. Peace you Bandog peace: what brisk Nimfadoro is that in the white virgin boot there? Mary sir, one, that I must entreat you take a very particular knowledge of, and with more than ordinary respect: Monsieur Fastidius. Sir, I could wish that for the time of your vouchsafed abiding here, and more Real entertainment, this my house stood on the muse's hill; and these my Orchards were those of the Hesperides.
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Sir Knight, albeit it be not vsuall with me (chiefly in the absence of a husband) to admit any entrance to strangers, yet in the true regard of those inate vertues, and faire parts which so striue to expresse themselues in you; I am resolu'd to enterteine you to the best of my vnworthie power; which I acknowledge to be nothing, valew'd with what so worthy a person may deserue. Please you but stay, while I descend. Most admir'd Ladie, you astonish me. VVhat? with speking a speech of your own penning? Nay looke; pry thee peac. Pox on't: I am impatient of such opperie. O lets heare the rest. VVhat? a tedious Chapter of Courtship, after sir Lan lot, and Queene Guevener? away: I mar'le in what dull cold nooke he found his Ladie out? that (being a woman) she was blest with no more Copie of wit, but to serue his Humor thus. Sblood, I thinke he feeds her with Porridge, I: she could ne're haue such a thicke braine else. VVhy is Porridge so hurtfull, Signior? O, nothing vnder heauen more prejudiciall to those ascending subtile powers, or doth sooner abate that which we call, Acumen Ingenij, than your grosse fare: why I'le make you an Instance: your Cittie wiues, but obserue 'hem, you ha' not more perfect true fooles i' the world bred than they are generally; & yet you see (by the finenesse and delicacie of their Diet, diing into the fat Capons, drinking your rich wines, feeding on Larkes, Sparrows, Potato pyes, and such good vnctuous meats) how their wits are refi'd and rarei'd: & sometimes a very Quintessence of conceit ows from 'hem, able to drowne a weake Apprehension. Peace, here comes the Ladie. Gods me, here's companie: turne in againe. S'light, our presence has cut off the convoy of the jest. All the better; I am glad on't: for the issue was verie perspicuous. Come, let's discouer, and salute the knight. Stay: who be these that addresse themselues towards vs? what Carlo? now by the Sinceritie of my Soule, welcome; welcome Gentlemen: and how doest thou, thou Grand Scourge; or, Second Vntrusse of the time? Faith spending my mettall in this Reeling world (here and there) as the sway of my Affection carries me, and perhaps stumble vpon a yeoman Pheuterer, as I doe now; or one of Fortunes Moyles laden with treasure, and an empty Clokebagge following him, gaping when a bagge will vntie. Peace you Bandogge peace: what briske Nimadoro is that in the white virgin boot there? Mary sir, one, that I must entreat you take a very particular knowlede of, and with more than ordinarie respect: Monsieur Fastid. Sir, I could wish that for the time of your vouchsaft abiding here, and more Reall entertainment, this my house stood on the Muses hill; and these my Orchards were those of the Hesperide's.