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 0.80 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
This is your father's plot, revenge it son. Father by heaven if this were your advice, Your head or heart shall pay the bitter price, Come mother, Brother, Leyster, let's away, I, I'll be one, in hope to meet the bastard, And then no more myself will be his headsman. Richard and Faukenbridge follow the search, You may prevent mischance by meeting Gloster, If ye find Skinke see that you apprehend him, I hear there is a wizard at black heath, Let some inquire of him where Skinke remains, Although I trust not to those fallacies, Yet now and then such men prove Soothsayers. Will you be gone? Withal my heart, withal my heart my Lord, Come Princely Richard, we are ever yoked. Pray God there be no mystery in this, Be not suspicious where there is no cause, Nay nothing, nothing, I am but in jest. Call in a Pursuivant. hear's one my Liege, There is a Porter likely to be hanged, For letting Gloster scape, sirrah attend, You shall have a repreive to bring him us, These boys are to to stubborn Lancaster, But 'tis their mother's fault, if thus she move me, I'll have her head though all the world reprove me. Do not deny me gentle Huntingdon. My Lord will miss me. Tut let me excuse thee. Turn woman, O it is intolerable! Except you promise me to play the Page: Do that, try one night, and you'll laugh for ever, To hear the Orisons that lovers use; Their ceremonious sighs, their idle oaths, To hear how you are praised and prayed unto. For you are Richard's Saint, they talk of Mary The blessed Virgin, but upon his beads He only prays to Marian Faukenbridge. The more his error, but will you agree To be the Lady Faukenbridge one day? When is't? On Monday. Wherefore is't? Nay then you do me wrong with inquisition. And yet I care not greatly if I tell thee. Thou seest my husband full of jealousy; Prince Richard in his suit importunate, My brother Gloster threatened by young Henry; To clear these doubts, I will in some disguise, Go to black Heath unto the holy Hermit, Whose wisdom in foretelling things to come, Will let me see the issue of my cares. If destinies ordain me happiness, I'll chase these mists of sorrow from my heart, With the bright Sun of mirth: if fate agree, It, and my friends, must suffer misery, Yet I'll be merry too, till mischief come. only I long to know the worst of ill. I'll once put on a scarlet countenance. Be wary lest ye be discovered Robin. Best paint me then, be sure I shall not blush. Beat an Officer, Red cap I'll have ye talked withal, Beat Sir Richard's Porter? help Madam, help, Peace you damned rogue. Brother I pray you forbear. 'Zounds a hundredth at my heals almost, And yet the villain stands on complaiment. Abots one you, is't you?
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This is your fathers plot, reuenge it ſonne. Father by heauen if this were your aduice, Your head or heart ſhall pay the bitter price, Come mother, Brother, Leyſter, lets away, I, Ile be one, in hope to meete the baſterd, And then no more my ſelfe will be his headſman. Richard and Faukenbridge follow the ſearch, You may preuent miſchaunce by meeting Gloſter, If ye finde Skinke ſee that you apprehend him, I heare there is a wizard at blacke heath, Let ſome enquire of him where Skinke remaynes, Although I truſt not to thoſe fallacies, Yet now and then ſuch men prooue Soothſayers. Will you be gone? Withall my heart, withall my heart my Lord, Come Princly Richard, we are ever yoak'd. Pray God there be no miſtery in this, Be not ſuſpitious where there is no cauſe, Nay nothing, nothing, I am but in ieſt. Call in a Purſeuant. Heares one my Leidge, There is a Porter likely to be hangd, For letting Gloſter ſcape, ſirra attend, You ſhall haue a repreiue to bring him vs, Theſe boys are to to ſtubborne Lancaſter, But tis theyr mothers fault, if thus ſhe moue me, Ile haue her head though all the world reproue me. Doe not deny me gentle Huntington. My Lord will miſſe me. Tut let me excuſe thee. Turne woman, O it is intollerable! Except you promiſe me to play the Page: Doe that, try one night, and you'l laugh for euer, To heare the Orizons that Louers vſe; Their ceremonious ſighes, their idle oathes, To heare how you are praiſ'd and pray'd vnto. For you are Richards Saint, they talke of Mary The bleſſed Virgin, but vpon his beades He onely prayes to Marian Faukenbridge. The more his error, but will you agree To be the Lady Faukenbridge one day? When iſt? On Munday. Wherefore iſt? Nay then you doe me wrong with inquiſition. And yet I care not greatly if I tell thee. Thou ſeeſt my husband full of iealouſie; Prince Richard in his ſute importunate, My brother Gloſter threatned by young Henry; To cleare theſe doubtes, I will in ſome diſguiſe, Goe to blacke Heath vnto the holy Hermit, Whoſe wiſedome in fore-telling things to come, Will let me ſee the iſſue of my cares. If deſtinyes ordaine me happines, Ile chaſe theſe miſtes of ſorrow from my heart, With the bright Sunne of mirth: if fate agree, It, and my frends, muſt ſuffer miſery, Yet Ile be merry too, till miſcheefe come. onely I long to knowe the worſt of ill. Ile once put on a ſcarlet countenaunce. Be wary leaſt ye be diſcouered Robyn. Beſt paint me then, be ſure I ſhall not bluſh. Beate an Officer, Red cap Ile haue ye talkt withall, Beate Sir Richards Porter? help Madam, help, Peace you damned rogue. Brother I pray you forbeare. Zwonds a hundreth at my heales almoſt, And yet the villaine ſtands on complaiment. Abots one you, iſt you?