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 0.79 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Drink that, some knocks, I prithee let me cut, His head shall off ere long, never make doubt. Now madcap thou winstall; where art thou Robin? uncased: nay then he means to play in earnest. But where's my Cloak, my rapier, and my hat? I hold my birthright to a beggars scrip, The bastard is escaped in my clothes. 'tis well, he left me his to walk the streets, I'll fire the City but I'll find him out, Perchance he hides himself to try my spleen, I'll to his chamber, Gloster? hallo Gloster? I wonder how thou camest so strangely changed? 'tis not an hour since thou wents from hence, By my Ch Ch Christendom I ha have not b b been h here this three nights, a p p plague of him, that made me such a ch chanting, and s sent me such a Ia Ia jaunt, blood I was saint stayed for Skinke, that ill fa fa faced rogue. I pray God there be no practice in this change. Now I remember these are Skinkes clothes, That he wore last day, at the Parliament, Porter? you Porter? Do you not hear them knock, you must stay sir, Blood I could eat these rogues. Wh wh what raw, 'tis a very harsh more morsel, Ne next your he heart A plague upon your jaunts, what porter slave? I have been at g gravesend sir. What's that to me? And at Ca Ca Canterbury. And at the gallows: zounds this frets my soul. But I c could not f find your s s sister the La Lady Fau Faukenbridge. You stammering slave hence, chat among your Daws, Come ye to mad me? while the rogue your father. My f fa father. Porter? you damned slave. Is't Midsummer do you begin to rave? Hark how the traitor flouts me to my teeth. I would entreat your knaveship let me forth, For fear I dash your branes out with the keys, What is become of Gloster and my garments? Alas in your apparel Gloster's gone, I let him out, even now I am undone, It was your practice, and to keep me back You sent Iacke Daw. son with ca ca ca, To tell a sleveles tale: lay hold on him, To Newgate with him and you tut atut, Run red cap and trudge about, Or bid your father's portership farewell. He hears a go good je je jest by the L Lord to more mock an ape withal: my fa fa father has brought his ho ho hogs to a fa fa fair m m market. Po po porter quoth you? p po porter that will for me, and I po po porter it, let them po po post me to heaven in this qua quarter. But I must s s seek this Gl Gl Gloster and Sk Sk Skinke that co coney catching ra ra rascal, a pa pa plague co co confound him, Re re redcap must ru run he cannot tell when whether.
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Drink that, ſome knockes, I prethee let me cut, His head ſhall off ere long, neuer make doubt. Now madcap thou winſtall; wher art thou Robyn? Vncaſed: nay then he meanes to play in earneſt. But whers my Cloake, my rapier, and my hatt? I holde my birth-right to a beggers ſcrip, The baſterd is eſcaped in my cloathes. Tis well, he left me his to walke the ſtreets, Ile fire the Citty but Ile finde him out, Perchaunce he hides himſelfe to try my ſpleene, Ile to his chamber, Gloſter? hallo Gloſter? I wonder how thou camſt ſo ſtrangly chang'd? Tis not an hower ſince thou wents from hence, By my Ch Ch Chriſtendome I ha haue not b b been h heere this three nights, a p p plage of him, that made me ſuch a ch chaunting, and ſ ſent me ſuch a Ia Ia Iaunt, blud I was ſt ſtayd for Skinke, that ill fa fa fac'd rogue. I pray God there be no practiſe in this change. Now I remember theſe are Skinkes cloathes, That he wore laſt day, at the Parlament, Porter? you Porter? Doe you not heare them knock, you muſt ſtay ſir, Bloud I could eate theſe rogues. Wh wh what raw, tis a very haſh mo morſell, Ne next your he heart A plague vpon your Iaunts, what porter ſlaue? I haue been at g graueſend ſir. What's that to me? And at Ca Ca Canterbury. And at the gallows: zounds this frets my ſoule. But I c could not f finde your ſ ſ ſiſter the La Lady Fau Faukenbridge. You ſtammering ſlaue hence, chat among your Dawes, Come ye to mad me? while the rogue your father. My f fa father. Porter? you damned ſlaue. Iſt Midſomer doe you begin to raue? Harke how the traytor flouts me to my teeth. I would intreat your knaueſhip let me forth, For feare I daſh your branes out with the keyes, What is become of Gloſter and my garments? Alas in your apparrell Gloſters gone, I let him out, euen now I am vndone, It was your practiſe, and to keepe me backe You ſent Iacke Daw your ſonne with ca ca ca, To tell a ſleueles tale: lay hould on him, To Newgate with him and you tut atut, Run red cap and trudge about, Or bid your fathers porterſhip farwell. He heares a go good Ie Ie Ieſt by the L Lord to mo mocke an ape withall: my fa fa father has brought his ho ho hoges to a fa fa faire m m mket. Po po porter quoth you? p po porter that will for me, and I po po porter it, let them po po poſt me to heauen in this qua quarter. But I muſt ſ ſ ſeeke this Gl Gl Gloſter and Sk Sk Skinke that co cony catching ra ra raſcall, a pa pa plauge co co confound him, Re re redcap muſt ru run he cannot tell whe whether.