Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.83 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Stand still a while, desire her to make means Unto Prince Richard for my liberty, At thy return (make speed) I will reward thee. I am g g gone si sir. Commend me to her gentle Huntingdon, Tell her in these affairs I'll stand her friend, Her brother shall not long be prisoner: Say I will visit her immediately. Be gone sweet boy to Marian Faukenbridge, Thou lookest like love persuade her to be loving. So far as honour will I will persuade, I'll lay loves battery to her modest ears, Second my mild assault, you may chance win, Far parley at the least, may hap pass in. Hear take your charge, let no man speak with him, Except ourself, our brethren, or Earl Leicester. Not I my Lord, may not I speak with him? Yes Faukenbridge thou shalt. And why? he is his wives brother. Earl Iohn, although I be, I am true unto the State, & so is he. What, shall I have no servant of my own? No but the household servants of the Fleet. I thank you kinsman King, your father knows, Gloster may boldly give a base slave blows. O but not here, it was not well done here. Farewell good Gloster, you shall hear from us. Even what your Sons will suffer you to send; Is't not a misery to see you stand, That some time was, the Monarch of this land, Entreating traitors for a subjects freedom? Let him not speak, away with him to prison. here's like to be a well stayed common wealth, Where in proud Leicester, and licentious Iohn, Are pillars for the King to lean upon. we'll hear your railing Lecture in the Fleet. On our displeasure see he speak no more. On thy displeasure, well ye have me here; O that I were within my Fort of Bungye Whose walls are washed with the clear streams of Aueney Then would not Gloster pass a halfpenny, For all these rebels, and their poor King too. Laughst thou King Henry? thou knows my words are true, God help thee good old man, adieu adieu. That Castle shall be mine, where stands it Faukenbridge Far from your reach sure, under Feckhill ridge, Five hundred men (England hath few such wight) Keeps it for Gloster's use both day and night: But you may easily win it, wantonness words Quickly can master men, tongues out brawl swords. Ye are an idiot. I prithee Iohn forbear. What shall old winter with his frosty jests, Cross flowery pleasure? I and nip you too, God mary mother I would tickle you Were there no more in place but I and you. Seize these contentions, forward to the Tower, Release Queen Elinor, and leave me there Your prisoner I am sure, if ye had power, there's nothing lets you but the Commons fear: Keep your State Lords, we will by water go, Making the fresh Thames, salt with tears of woe. And we'll by land through the City ride, Making the people tremble at our pride.
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Stand ſtill a while, deſire her to make meanes Vnto Prince Richard for my liberty, At thy returne (make ſpeed) I will reward thee. I am g g gone ſi ſir. Commend me to her gentle Huntington, Tell her in theſe affayres Ile ſtand her friend, Her brother ſhall not long be priſoner: Say I will viſit her immediatlie. Be gone ſweete boy to Marian Faukenbridge, Thou lookeſt like loue perſwade her to be louing. So farre as honour will I will perſwade, Ile lay loues battery to her modeſt eares, Second my milde aſſault, you may chaunce win, Fare parley at the leaſt, may hap paſſe in. Heere take your charge, let no man ſpeake with him, Except our ſelfe, our brethren, or Earle Leiceſter. Not I my Lord, may not I ſpeake with him? Yes Faukenbridge thou ſhalt. And why? he is his wiues brother. Earle Iohn, although I be, I am true vnto the State, & ſo is he. What, ſhal I haue no ſeruant of my owne? No but the houſholde ſeruants of the Fleete. I thanke you kinſman King, your father knowes, Gloſter may boldelie giue a baſe ſlaue blowes. O but not heere, it was not well done heere. Farewell good Gloſter, you ſhall heare from vs. Euen what your Sonnes will ſuffer you to ſend; Iſt not a miſerie to ſee you ſtand, That ſome time was, the Monarch of this land, Intreating traytors for a ſubiects freedome? Let him not ſpeake, away with him to priſon. Heer's like to be a well ſtayd common wealth, Where in proude Leiſter, and licentious Iohn, Are pillers for the King to leane vpon. Wee'll heare your rayling Lecture in the Fleete. On our diſpleaſure ſee he ſpeake no more. On thy diſpleaſure, well yee haue me heere; O that I were within my Fort of Bungye Whoſe walles are waſht with the cleare ſtreames of Aueney Then would not Gloſter paſſe a halfe-penny, For all theſe rebels, and their poore King too. Laughſt thou King Henry? thou knows my words are true, God help thee good olde man, adew adew. That Caſtle ſhal be mine, where ſtands it Faukenbridge Far from your reach ſure, vnder Feckhill ridge, Fiue hundred men (England hath few ſuch wight) Keeps it for Gloſters vſe both day and night: But you may eaſily winne it, wantons words Quickly can maſter men, tongues out brawle ſwords. Yee are an Idyot. I prethee Iohn forbeare. What ſhall olde winter with his froſty ieſtes, Croſſe flowry pleaſure? I and nip you too, God mary mother I would tickle you Were there no more in place but I and you. Seaſe theſe contentions, forward to the Tower, Releaſe Queene Elinor, and leaue me there Your priſoner I am ſure, if yee had power, Ther's nothing lets you but the Commons feare: Keep your State Lords, we will by water goe, Making the freſh Thames, ſalt with teares of woe. And wee'll by land through the Citty ride, Making the people tremble at our pride.