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 0.77 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
I I'll be h hear in a trice; b but p pray have ca care of th' this madcap, if he g give us the s s slip, s s some of us a are like to m make a sl sl slippery occupation on't. Look to your business sir let me alone. Alone? never trust me if I trouble thee. Mad Gloster mute, all mirth turned to despair? Why now you see what 'tis to cross a King, Deal against Princes of the Royal blood, You'll snarl and rail, but now your tongue is bedryed, Come caper hay, set all at six and seven, What musest thou with thought of hell or heaven? Of neither Iohn I muse at my disgrace, That I am thus kept prisoner in this place. O sir, a number are here prisoners, My Cousin Morton whom I came to visit, But he good man is at his morrow mass, But I that neither care to say nor sing, Come to seek that preaching hate and prayer, And while they mumble up their Orisons, We'll play a game at bowls, what sayst thou Gloster? I care not if I do, You do not care, Let old men care for graves, we for our sports, Off with your gown, there hes my hat and Cloak, The bowls there quickly, he? No my gown stirs not, it keeps sorrow warm, And she, and I am not to be divorced, Yes there's an axe must part your head and you, And with your head, sorrow will leave your heart. But come shall I begin? a pound a game, More pounds and we thus heavy? well begin. Rub rub rub rub. Amen God send it short enough, and me A safe running with them clothes from thee. Play Robin, run run run. Far enough and well, fly one foot more, Would I were half so far without the door. Now Porter what's the news? Your Cousin Morton humbly craves, Leaving your game, you would come visit him, Bowl Gloster I'll come presently. So near mad Robin? then have after you, Would I were gone, make after as you may, Well sir 'tis yours, one all, throw but the Iacke While I go talk with Morton: I'll not stay, Keep Cloak and hat in pawn I'll hold out play, I would be sorry Iohn but you should stay, Until my bias run another way, Now pass, and hay pass, Skink unto your tricks, 'tis but a chance at hazard: there lies Gloster, and hear stands Skinke, now Iohn play thou thy part, And if I scape I'll love thee with my heart. So porter let me forth. God bless your grace, ye spoke with the L. Morton. I have and must about his business to the Court. It grieves me to break my sport with Gloster, The melancholy Earl is comfortless, I would your grace would comfort him from hence, The Fleet is weary of his company,
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I Ile be h heare in a trice; b but p praye haue ca care of th this madcap, if he g giue vs the ſ ſ ſlip, ſ ſ ſome of vs a are like to m make a ſl ſl ſlyppery occupation on't. Looke to your buſines ſir let me alone. Alone? neuer truſt me if I trouble thee. Mad Gloſter mute, all mirth turn'd to diſpaire? Why now you ſee what tis to croſſe a King, Deale againſt Princes of the Royall blood, Youle ſnarle and rayle, but now your toung is bedry'd, Come caper hay, ſet all at ſix and ſeauen, What muſeſt thou with thought of hell or heauen? Of neither Iohn I muſe at my diſgrace, That I am thus kept priſoner in this place. O ſir, a number are here priſoners, My Couſen Moorton whome I came to viſite, But he good man is at his morrow maſſe, But I that neither care to ſay nor ſing, Come to ſeeke that preaching hate and prayer, And while they mumble vp their Oriſons, We'll play a game at bowles, what ſaiſt thou Gloſter? I care not if I doe, You doe not care, Let olde men care for graues, we for our ſportes, Off with your gowne, there hes my hatt and Cloake, The bowles there quickly, hee? No my gowne ſtirres not, it keeps ſorrowe warme, And ſhe, and I am not to be deuorced, Yes ther's an axe muſt part your head and you, And with your head, ſorrowe will leaue your heart. But come ſhall I begin? a pound a game, More pounds and we thus heauy? well begin. Rub rub rub rub. Amen God ſend it ſhort enough, and mee A ſafe running with them clothes from thee. Play Robin, run run run. Far enough and well, flye one foote more, Would I were halfe ſo far without the doore. Now Porter whats the newes? Your Cooſſen Moorton humbly craues, Leauing your game, you would come viſit him, Bowle Gloſter Ile come preſently. So neere mad Robin? then haue after you, Would I were gone, make after as you may, Well ſir tis yours, one all, throw but the Iacke While I goe talke with Moorton: Ile not ſtay, Keepe Cloake and hat in pawne Ile hould out play, I would be ſory Iohn but you ſhould ſtay, Vntill my bias run another way, Now paſſe, and hey paſſe, Skink vnto your tricks, Tis but a chaunce at hazard: there lyes Gloſter, and heare ſtands Skinke, now Iohn play thou thy part, And if I ſcape Ile loue thee with my heart. So porter let me foorth. God bleſſe your grace, ye ſpoke with the L. Moorton. I haue and muſt about his buſines to the Courte. It greeues me to break my ſporte with Gloſter, The melancholy Earle is comfortleſſe, I wold your grace would comfort him from hence, The Fleet is weary of his company,