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 0.82 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
You sp sp speak like an honest ge ge Gentleman, re re rest you me me merry, co co come my f f friends, I be believe h h he r ran by the g g garden w wall toward the wa water side. This fellow is of the humour I would choose my wife, Few words and many paces, a word and a way, and so Must I: Sister adieu, pray you for me, I'll do the like for you. Robin farewell, commend me to the Prince. Can ye not stay here safe? No, I'll not trust the changing humours of old Faukenbridge, Adieu young Earl, Sister let's kiss and part; Tush, near mourn, I have a merry heart. Farewell all comfort. What weeping Lady? Then I perceive you have forgot Blackheath. No, there I'll learn both of his life and death. Till Monday Madam I must take my leave. You will not miss then: Nay, if Robin fail ye, let him have never favour of fair Lady. Mean while I'll spend my time in prayers & tears, That Gloster may escape these threatened fears. Thus jets my noble Skinke along the streets, To whom each bonnet veils, and all knees bend; And yet my noble humour is too light, By the six shillings▪ here are two cracked groats To helter skelter, at some vawting house. But who comes yonder? ha, old Faukenbridge? Hath a brave-chaine, were Iohn and he good friends, That chain were mine, and should unto Blackheath I'll venture, it's but trial, luck may fall. Good morrow good sir Richard Faukenbridge. Good morrow my sweet Prince, hearty good morrow, This greeting well becomes us, marry does it; Better iwis then strife and jangling. Now can I love ye, will ye to the sheriffs? Your brother Richard hath been there this hour. Yes I am plodding forward as you do; What cost your chain? it's passing strongly wrought, I would my Goldesmith had a pattern of it. 'tis at your grace's service, show it him. Then dare ye trust me? Who the Princely Iohn? My Sovereign's son, why what a question's that? I'll leave you, ye may know I dare trust you. I'll bringed ye to the sheriffs, excuse my absence. I will my noble Lord, adieu sweet Prince. Why so, this breakfast was well fed upon, When Skinkes devices on Black heath do fail, This and such cheats, would set me under sail. I'll to the water side, would it were later, For still I am afraid to meet Prince Iohn. But what a mischief meant Faukenbridge To come again so soon? that way he went, And now comes peaking; upon my life The buzzard hath me in suspitition, But whatsoever chance, I'll filch a share. Yonder's Prince Iohn I hope he cannot know me, there's nought but Gloster Gloster in their mouths; I am half strangled with the Garlic breath, Of rascals that exclaims as I pass by, Gloster is fled, once taken he must die. But I'll to Iohn, how does my gracious Lord? What tattles rumour now? what news of Gloster?
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You ſp ſp ſpeake like an honeſt ge ge Gentleman, re re reſt you me me mery, co co come my f f friends, I be beleeue h h he r ran by the g g garden w wall toward the wa water ſide. This fellow is of the humour I would chuſe my wife, Few words and many paces, a word and a way, and ſo Muſt I: Siſter adieu, pray you for me, Ile do the like for you. Robin farewell, commend me to the Prince. Can ye not ſtay heere ſafe? No, Ile not truſt the changing humours of olde Faukenbridge, Adieu yong Earle, Siſter lets kiſſe and part; Tuſh, neere mourne, I haue a merry hart. Farewell all comfort. What weeping Lady? Then I perceiue you haue forgot Blacke-heath. No, there Ile learne both of his life and death. Till Munday Madam I muſt take my leaue. You will not miſſe then: Nay, if Robin faile yee, let him haue neuer fauour of faire Lady. Meane while Ile ſpend my time in prayers & teares, That Gloſter may eſcape theſe threatned feares. Thus iets my noble Skinke along the ſtreetes, To whom each bonnet vailes, and all knees bend; And yet my noble humour is too light, By the ſixe ſhillings▪ heere are two crackt groates To helter skelter, at ſome vawting houſe. But who comes yonder? ha, olde Faukenbridge? Hath a braue-chaine, were Iohn and he good friends, That chaine were mine, and ſhould vnto Black-heath Ile venture, it's but tryal, lucke may fall. Good morrow good ſir Richard Faukenbridge. Good morrow my ſweet Prince, harty good morrow, This greeting wel becomes vs, marry does it; Better iwis then ſtrife and Iangling. Now can I loue ye, wil ye to the Shiriffes? Your brother Richard hath beene there this houre. Yes I am plodding forward as you doe; What coſt your chaine? it's paſſing ſtrongly wrought, I would my Golde-ſmith had a patterne of it. Tis at your graces ſeruice, ſhew it him. Then dare ye truſt me? Who the Princely Iohn? My Soueraignes ſonne, why what a queſtion's that? Ile leaue you, yee may know I dare truſt you. Ile bring't ye to the Shiriffes, excuſe my abſence. I wil my noble Lord, adieu ſweet Prince. Why ſo, this breakfaſt was wel fed vpon, When Skinkes deuiſes on Blacke heath doo faile, This and ſuch cheates, would ſet me vnder ſaile. Ile to the water ſide, would it were later, For ſtil I am afraide to meete Prince Iohn. But what a miſchiefe meant Faukenbridge To come againe ſo ſoone? that way he went, And now comes peaking; vpon my life The buzzard hath me in ſuſpitition, But whatſoeuer chaunce, Ile filch a ſhare. Yonder's Prince Iohn I hope he cannot know me, Ther's naught but Gloſter Gloſter in their mouthes; I am halfe ſtrangled with the Garlicke breath, Of raſcals that exclaimes as I paſſe by, Gloſter is fled, once taken he muſt dye. But Ile to Iohn, how does my gratious Lord? What tattles rumour now? what newes of Gloſter?