Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 487 words
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Nay, I am of Laurence mind for that, for he means to leave his life behind him, he and Leonard your two loaders are making their wills because they have wives, now we Bachelors bid our friends scramble for our goods if we die: but master, pray ye let me ride upon Cut. Meal and salt, wheat and malt, fire and tow, frost and snow, why Tom thou shalt: let me see, here are you, William and George are with my cart, and Robin and Hodge holding my own two horses, proper men, handsome men, tall men, true men. But master, master, methinks you are a mad man, to hazard your own person and a cart load of money too. Yea, and master there's a worse matter in't, if it be as I heard say, we go to fight against all the learned Bishops, that should give us their blessing, and if they curse us, we shall speed near the better. Nay by'r lady, some say the King takes their part, and master, dare you fight against the King? Fie paltry, paltry in and out, to and fro upon occasion, if the King be so unwise to come there, we'll fight with him too. What if we should kill the King? Then we'll make another. Is that all, do ye not speak treason? If we do, who dare trip us? we come to fight for our conscience, and for honour, little know you what is in my bosom, look here mad knaves, a pair of guilt spurs. A pair of golden spurs? why do you not put them on your heels? your bosom's no place for spurs. Be't more or less upon occasion, Lord have mercy us, Tom thouart a fool, and thou speakest treason to knighthood, dare any wear golden or silver spurs till he be a knight? no, I shall be knighted tomorrow, and then they shall on: sirs, was it ever read in the church book of Dunstable, that ever malt man was made knight? No but you are more, you are mealman, maltman, miller, corn-master and all. Yea, and halfe a brewer too, and the devil and all for wealth, you bring more money with you, than all the rest. The more's my honour, I shall be a knight to morrow, let me suppose my men, Tom upon cut, Dick upon hob, Hodge upon Ball, Raph upon sorrel, and Robin upon the fore-horse. Stand, who comes there? All friends, good fellow. Friends and fellows indeed sir Roger. Why thus you show yourself a Gentleman, To keep your day, and come so well prepared, Your cart stands yonder, guarded by your men, Who tell me it is loaden well with come, What sum is there? Ten thousand pound sir Roger, and modestly, decently, soberly, and handsomely, see what I have here against I be knighted. Gilt spurs? 'tis well. But where's our army sir?
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Nay, I am of Laurence mind for that, for he meanes to leaue his life behind him, he and Leonard your two loaders are making their wills because they haue wiues, now we Bachellers bid our friends scramble for our goods if we die: but master, pray ye let me ride vpon Cutte. Meale and salt, wheat and mault, fire and tow, frost and snow, why Tom thou shalt: let me see, here are you, William and George are with my cart, and Robin and Hodge holding my owne two horses, proper men, handsom men, tall men, true men. But master, master, me thinkes you are a mad man, to hazard your owne person and a cart load of money too. Yea, and maister theres a worse matter in't, if it be as I heard say, we go to fight against all the learned Bishops, that should giue vs their blessing, and if they curse vs, we shall speede nere the better. Nay bir lady, some say the King takes their part, and master, dare you fight against the King? Fie paltry, paltry in and out, to and fro vpon occasion, if the King be so vnwise to come there, weele fight with him too. What if we should kill the King? Then weele make another. Is that all, do ye not speake treason? If we do, who dare trippe vs? we come to fight for our conscience, and for honor, little know you what is in my bosome, looke here madde knaues, a paire of guilt spurres. A paire of golden spurres? why do you not put them on your heeles? your bosome's no place for spurres. Bee't more or lesse vpon occasion, Lord haue mercy vs, Tom th'art a foole, and thou speakest treason to knighthood, dare any weare golden or siluer spurs til he be a knight? no, I shall be knighted to morrow, and then they shall on: sirs, was it euer read in the church booke of Dunstable, that euer mault man was made knight? No but you are more, you are meal-man, maultman, miller, corne-master and all. Yea, and halfe a brewer too, and the diuell and all for wealth, you bing more money with you, than all the rest. The more's my honor, I shal be a knight to morow, let me spose my men, Tom vpon cutte, Dicke vpon hobbe, Hodge vpon Ball, Raph vpon Sorell, and Robin vpon the forehorse. Stand, who comes there? Al friends, good fellow. Friends and fellowes indeede sir Roger. Why thus you shew your selfe a Gentleman, To keepe your day, and come so well preparde, Your cart stands yonder, guarded by your men, Who tell me it is loaden well with come, What summe is there? Ten thousand pound sir Roger, and modestly, decently, soberly, and handsomely, see what I haue here against I be knighted. Gilt spurs? tis well. But where's our armie sir?