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 0.89 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
O my Lord the house is full of halberts, and a great many Gentlemen ask for the room where Prince Iohn is? Lend me thy Apron, run and fetch a pot from the next room. Betrayed, 'swounds betrayed, by gout, by palsy, by dropsy; O brave boy, excellent blood: up, take my cloak And my hat to thy share, when I come from Kent, i'll pay Thee like a King. I thank you my Lord. Now fortune help or never: they come, and ye were a Prince as ye say ye are, ye would be ashamed to abuse a poor servant thus, but and if you were not of the blood Royal, I'd break the neck of ye down the stairs, so would I, I'd teach you to hurt prentices. Who hurt thee fellow? Prince devil or his dam, Prince Iohn they call him. Gloster I hope. I doubt not but its Skinke. Where is he? Up them stairs, take heed of him. He's in the Crown. Alas poor fellow, he hath crowned thee shrewdly. In recompense, if it be him I seek, I'll give thee his whole head to tread upon. Fellow me brother, come old Faukenbridge, Keep the stairs sheriffs, you see it waxeth dark, Take heed he slip not by you. Hang yourselves, this darkness shall convey me out, of doors I'll swim the Thames, but I'll attain Blackheath, London farewell, curse Iohn, rave Faukenbridge, Skinke 'scapes you all by twy lights privyledge. Where is he? lights, bring lights, drag out that boy. This is my cloak, my hat, my rapier, And either it was Skinke or Gloster. I know not who 'twas sir, he said he was Prince Iohn, he took away my apron and a pottle pot with him, and all to bloodied his head and face. We met him, by S. Anthony, we met him. The fire of S. Anthony confound This changing counterfeit whatsoever he be. It makes me laugh at envious greediness, Who feeds upon her own heart's bitterness. Sirrah you that were borne to cry anon, What other copesmates have you in the house? Sir, my Masters guess be none of my copesmates, Well your guess, can ye guess who they be? Marry here's a pursuivant, that this Gentleman sir Richard Faukenbridge left sick even now. Marry of God did I, thou lying knave? I am a poor boy sir, your worship may say your pleasure, our maids have had a foul hand with him, you said he would be sick: so he is with a witness. Look about Faukenbridge, here's work for you, You have some evil Angel in your shape, Go sirrah, bring us forth that Pursuivant? Gloster, thou wilt be too too venturous, Thou dost delight in those odd humours so, That much I fear they'll be thy overthrow. O O O not too fast; O I am sick, O very sick.
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O my Lord the houſe is full of holberts, and a great many Gentlemen aske for the roome where Prince Iohn is? Lend me thy Aprone, runne and fetch a pot from the next roome. Betray'd, ſwounds betray'd, by gout, by palſie, by dropſie; O braue boy, excellent bloud: vp, take my cloake And my hat to thy ſhare, when I come from Kent, ile pay Thee like a King. I thanke you my Lord. Now fortune help or neuer: they come, and yee were a Prince as yee ſay ye are, yee would bee aſhamed to abuſe a poore ſeruant thus, but and if you were not of the bloud Royall, Ide breake the necke of yee downe the ſtayres, ſo would I, Ide teach you to hurt prentiſes. Who hurt thee fellow? Prince deuill or his dam, Prince Iohn they call him. Gloſter I hope. I doubt not but it's Skinke. Where is he? Vp them ſtayres, take heede of him. He's in the Crowne. Alas poore fellow, he hath crown'd thee ſhrewdly. In recompence, if it be him I ſeeke, Ile giue thee his whole head to tread vpon. Follow me brother, come olde Faukenbridge, Keep the ſtayres Shiriffes, you ſee it waxeth darke, Take heede he ſlip not by you. Hange your ſelues, this darkenes ſhal conuay me out, of doors Ile ſwim the Thames, but Ile attaine Black-heath, London farewell, curſe Iohn, raue Faukenbridge, Skinke ſcapes you all by twy lights priuyledge. Where is he? lights, bring lights, drag out that boy. This is my cloke, my hat, my rapier, And eyther it was Skinke or Gloſter. I know not who twas ſir, he ſaid he was Prince Iohn, he tooke away my aprone and a pottle pot with him, and al to bloudied his head and face. We met him, by S. Anthony, we met him. The fire of S. Anthony confound This changing counterfeit whatſoeuer he be. It makes me laugh at enuious greedines, Who feedes vpon her owne harts bitternes. Sirra you that were borne to cry anan, What other copeſmates haue you in the houſe? Sir, my Maiſters geſſe be none of my copeſmates, Well your geſſe, can ye geſſe who they be? Marry heere's a purſeuant, that this Gentleman ſir Richard Faukenbridge left ſick euen now. Marry of God dyd I, thou lying knaue? I am a poore boy ſir, your worſhip may ſay your pleaſure, our maides haue had a foule hand with him, you ſaid he would be ſicke: ſo he is with a witneſſe. Looke about Faukenbridge, heere's worke for you, You haue ſome euill Angell in your ſhape, Goe ſirra, bring vs foorth that Purſeuant? Gloſter, thou wilt be too too venterous, Thou dooſt delight in thoſe odde humours ſo, That much I feare they'll be thy ouerthrowe. O O O not too faſt; O I am ſicke, O very ſicke.