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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
The Porter of the Fleet, the old king signed, I my good Lord, oh, oh, Is he repreived then? No my Lord, O sir Richard took it from me with his own hand, O. here's a device to bring me in contempt With the old King, that I ever loved, Princes and Sheriff, you can witness with me, That I have been with you, this after noon, Only with you, with no body but you, And now a fellow whom the King would save, By a repreive, this fellow says is hanged, If thou hadst done it, I'd have justified it, But Richard I conceit this jest already, This mad mate Skinke, this honest merry knave, Meeting this Pursuivant, and hearing tell He had a warrant to reprieve a slave, Whom we would hang: stole it away from him. This is sure the jest, upon my life it is, O but my warrant, how shall I do? O, But look about you, hot brained brother Iohn, And I believe you'll find it otherwise, Gloster hath got the warrant in disguise, And saved the fellow you so feign would hang. No, no, how say you M. Sheriff, is he not hanged? My Lord, the gibbet was set up by noon In the old Bayly, and I charged my men, If I return not, though it were by Torch light, To see him executed ere they come. I am greedy to hear news. Robbed of my chain, outfaced I had a sword, Accused of poisoning, cozenage, seeking blood? Not to be borne: it is untolerable. Sir Richard, I prithee have some patience. I'll to Blackheath, talk not of patience, It is intolerable, not to be borne. It is intolerable not to be borne, A warrant brother, Faukenbridge a warrant? I saw no warrant, I defy you all. A slave, a Pursuivant, one winter borne. I care not for thee that winter borne. O it is I sir, that's my warrant. Is't you? you rogue, you drunkard; year cheated, And we are cheated of the prisoner, Out dog, dog. O o o o my Lord. Have patience and we will have a privy search. Go hang ye blockheads, get ye from my sight, O would I were a Basilisk, to kill These gleare eyed villains. Come away let's leave him, We have a warrant let him do his worst. I'll to Blackheath, I'll to the holy Hermit, There shall I know not only these deceivers, But how my wife plays fast and lose with Richard. Ha, I shall fit them, I'll tickle them, I'll do't, I'll hence, I'll to the Heath amain, There shall I know, where this damned Gloster is, I'll have the Devils roused to find that Devil, Or else I'll conjure the old conjuror. I'll to Blackheath, and there with friends conspire, But I'll have Gloster's head my hearts desire.
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The Porter of the Fleet, the olde king ſignd, I my good Lord, oh, oh, Is he repreiued then? No my Lord, O ſir Richard tooke it from me with his owne hand, O. Heeres a deuice to bring me in contempt With the olde King, that I euer lou'd, Princes and Shiriffe, you can witneſſe with me, That I haue bin with you, this after noone, Onely with you, with no body but you, And now a fellow whome the King would ſaue, By a repreiue, this fellow ſayes is hang'd, If thou hadſt done it, Ide haue iuſtified it, But Richard I conceipt this ieſt already, This mad mate Skinke, this honeſt merry knaue, Meeting this Purſeuant, and hearing tell He had a warrant to repreeue a ſlaue, Whome we would hang: ſtole it away from him. This is ſure the Ieſt, vpon my life it is, O but my warrant, how ſhall I doe? O, But looke about you, hot braind brother Iohn, And I beleeue you'l finde it otherwiſe, Gloſter hath got the warrant in diſguiſe, And ſau'd the fellow you ſo faine would hang. No, no, how ſay you M. Shiriffe, is he not hang'd? My Lord, the gibbet was ſet vp by noone In the olde Bayly, and I charg'd my men, If I returne not, though it were by Toarch light, To ſee him executed ere they come. I am greedy to heare newes. Rob'd of my chaine, out-fac'd I had a ſwoord, Accuſ'd of poyſoning, couſonage, ſeeking bloud? Not to be borne: it is vntollerable. Sir Richard, I prethee haue ſome patience. Ile to Blacke-heath, talke not of patience, It is intollerable, not to be borne. It is intollerable not to be borne, A warrant brother, Faukenbridge a warrant? I ſaw no warrant, I defie you all. A ſlaue, a Purſeuant, one winter borne. I care not for thee that winter borne. O it is I ſir, that's my warrant. Iſt you? you rogue, you drunkerd; yeare cheated, And we are cheated of the priſoner, Out dog, dog. O ô ô ô my Lord. Haue patience and we wil haue a priuy ſearch. Goe hang ye block-heads, get ye from my ſight, O would I were a Baſiliske, to kill Theſe gleare ey'd villaines. Come away let's leaue him, We haue a warrant let him doe his worſt. Ile to Blacke-heath, Ile to the holy Hermit, There ſhall I knowe not onely theſe deceiuers, But how my wife playes faſt and looſe with Richard. Ha, I ſhall fit them, Ile tickle them, Ile doo't, Ile hence, Ile to the Heath amaine, There ſhall I know, where this damned Gloſter is, Ile haue the Deuils rouſ'd to finde that Deuill, Or elſe Ile coniure the olde Coniurer. Ile to Blacke-heath, and there with friends conſpire, But Ile haue Gloſters head my hearts deſire.