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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
What news could I hear since you left me last? Were you not here even now? lent me your chain, I think you dote. Sweet Prince, age, age forgets, my brother's chain? a pretty accident, I'll have't and be but in the spite of Iohn▪ there's more, and more, I'll geld it ear it go. This same shall keep me in some saverne merry, Till night's black hand curtain this to clear sky. My sweet Prince, I have some cause to use my chain, Another time (when ere your Lordship please) 'tis at your service, o mary God it is. Hear palsy, take your chain, stoop and be hanged, Yet the fish nibbled, when she might not swallow; Gout I have kirtled what I could not borrow. He's gone away in frets, would he might meet My brother Faukenbridge in this mad mood, There would be rare ado; Why this fits me, My brain flows with fresh wit and policy. But Gloster look about, who have we yonder? Another Iohn Prince, Richard and the Sheriff? Upon my life, the slave that had the chain, Was Skinke, escaped the Fleet by some mad sleight, Well, farewell he, better and better still, These seek form, yet I will have my will. Sheriff, in any case be diligent. Whos's yonder, Faukenbridge? How now sweet chuck, how fares my lovely Prince? What carest thou? or well, or ill, we crave no help of thee. God's mother do you scorn me? Gout, what then? Fie, leave these idle brawls, I prithee Iohn Let's follow that we are enjoined unto. I mary Prince, if now you slip the time, Gloster will slip away; tut though he hate me I have done service, I have found him out. A shame confound thee for thy treachery, Inconstant dotard, timorous old ass, That shakes with cowardice not with years. Go, I have found him, I have wound him. O let me hug thee gentle Faukenbridge, Forgive my oft ill using of thine age, I'll call thee Father, i'll be penitent, Bring me where Gloster is I'll be thy slave, All that is mine, thou in reward shalt have. Soft, not too hasty, I would not be seen in't, Mary a god my wife would chide me dead, If Gloster by my means should lose his head. Princely Richard at this corner make your stand: And for I know you love my sister well, Know I am Gloster and not Faukenbridge. Heaven prosper thee sweet Prince in thy escape. Sheriff, make this your quarter, make good guard. Iohn, stay you here, this way he means to turn, By Thomas I lack a sword, body a me. What wouldst thou with a sword old Faukenbridge? O sir to make show in his defence, For I have left him yonder at a house A friends of mine, an honest Citizen. we'll fetch him thence.
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What newes could I heare ſince you left me laſt? Were you not heere euen now? lent me your chaine, I thinke you dote. Sweet Prince, age, age forgets, my brothers chaine? a pretty accident, Ile haue't and be but in the ſpight of Iohn▪ Ther's more, and more, Ile geld it eare it go. This ſame ſhal keep me in ſome ſauerne merry, Til nights blacke hand curtaine this to cleare sky. My ſweet Prince, I haue ſome cauſe to vſe my chaine, Another time (when ere your Lordſhip pleaſe) Tis at your ſeruice, ô mary God it is. Heere palſie, take your chaine, ſtoop and be hang'd, Yet the fiſh nibled, when ſhe might not ſwallow; Gout I haue curtall'd what I could not borrow. He's gone away in frets, would he might meete My brother Faukenbridge in this mad moode, There would be rare adoe; Why this fits me, My braine flowes with freſh wit and pollicy. But Gloſter looke about, who haue we yonder? Another Iohn Prince, Richard and the Shiriffe? Vpon my life, the ſlaue that had the chaine, Was Skinke, eſcapt the Fleete by ſome mad ſleight, Wel, farewel he, better and better ſtill, Theſe ſeeke forme, yet I wil haue my will. Shiriffe, in any caſe be diligent. Whoſe yonder, Faukenbridge? How now ſweet chucke, how fares my louely Prince? What careſt thou? or wel, or ill, we craue no help of thee. Gods mother doe you ſcorne me? Gout, what then? Fye, leaue theſe idle braules, I prethee Iohn Lets follow that we are inioyn'd vnto. I mary Prince, if now you ſlip the time, Gloſter wil ſlip away; tut though he hate me I haue done ſeruice, I haue found him out. A ſhame confound thee for thy treachery, Inconſtant dotard, tymerous olde aſſe, That ſhakes with cowardiſe not with yeares. Goe, I haue found him, I haue winded him. O let me hug thee gentle Faukenbridge, Forgiue my oft ill vſing of thine age, Ile call thee Father, ile be penitent, Bring me where Gloſter is Ile be thy ſlaue, All that is mine, thou in reward ſhalt haue. Soft, not too haſty, I would not be ſeene in't, Mary a god my wife would chide me dead, If Gloſter by my meanes ſhould looſe his head. Princely Richard at this corner make your ſtand: And for I know you loue my ſiſter well, Know I am Gloſter and not Faukenbridge. Heauen proſper thee ſweet Prince in thy eſcape. Shiriffe, make this your quarter, make good guard. Iohn, ſtay you heere, this way he meanes to turne, By Thomas I lacke a ſwoord, body a me. What wouldſt thou with a ſwoord olde Faukenbridge? O ſir to make ſhew in his defence, For I haue left him yonder at a houſe A friends of mine, an honeſt Cittizen. Wee'll fetch him thence.