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 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
By this broad beaten path, it should appear, The holy Hermit's Cave cannot be far, And if I err not, this is he himself. What honoured tongue enquereth for the Hermit? What honoured tongue? I Lady Faukenbridge, I know ye, and I know for what you come. For Gloster and your husband's jealousy. O thou, whose eye of contemplation, Looks through the windows of the highest heavens, Resolve thy Handmaid, where Earl Gloster lives: And whether he shall live, and scape the hate, Of proud young Henry and his brother Iohn? I'll have you first in, I'll tell you more anon. Madam, they say bushes have ears and eyes, And these are matters of great secrecy: And you'll vouchsafe enter my holy Cell, There what you long to know, i'll quickly tell. Stay here are strangers. A plague upon them, come they in the nick, To hinder Raynald of his Fox's trick? Good day old Hermit. So to you fair Dame. By Elinor's grey eye she's fair indeed; Sweet heart come ye for holy benizons? Hermit hast thou good custom with such Cliants? I cannot blame your feats, your juggling tricks, Plague juggle you. Why curse ye sacred worth? Ill done in sooth my Lord, very ill done, Wrong holiness: a very pretty woman. Mock gravity; by the mass a cherry lip, A it's not well done, deride a holy Hermit? I have it in my purse shall make amends. His purse and yours, shall make me some amends, For hindering me this morning from the Lady; For scaring me at Tavern yesternight, For having back your chain, I'll fit you both. Hermit, a word. A word with you fair mistress. Where lie your devils that tell all your news? Would you would trouble them for half an hour, To know what's become of traitor Gloster, That in my clothes broke prison in the Fleet? No, it was Skinke. Come old fool ye dote. But hear me. Hear him Prince. 'Swounds who hears you? I'll make your Lady graft ye for this work: but to your tale sir. Know thrice honoured Prince, that Skinke did cousin Redcap of his clothes. Gloster did cozen Skinke, and so escaped. Well done Faukenbridge? My Lord, he tells you true. You find it on her lips: but forward sir. 'twas Skinke in Gloster's gown, whom you did visit, That played at bowls and after stole your cloths, While you went into the Lord Moortons' chamber. This savours of some truth, 'tis very like, Well Faukenbridge by heaven I'll tell your wife, She'll much believe you: you will come? Tell me of my wife: this evening fail me not. My wife quoth you: I'll send my wife from home, Do, tell my wife prince Iohn, by my dear mother, I love her too too well to like another.
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By this broad beaten path, it ſhould appeare, The holy Hermits Caue cannot be farre, And if I erre not, this is he himſelfe. What honour'd tongue enquereth for the Hermit? What honour'd tongue? I Lady Faukenbridge, I know ye, and I know for what you come. For Gloſter and your husbands iealouſie. O thou, whoſe eye of contemplation, Lookes through the windows of the higheſt heauens, Reſolue thy Hand-maide, where Earle Gloſter liues: And whether he ſhal liue, and ſcape the hate, Of proude young Henry and his brother Iohn? Ile haue you firſt in, Ile tel you more anone. Madam, they ſay buſhes haue eares and eyes, And theſe are matters of great ſecrecy: And you'll vouchſafe enter my holy Cell, There what you long to know, ile quickely tell. Stay heere are ſtrangers. A plague vpon them, come they in the nicke, To hinder Raynald of his Foxes tricke? Good day olde Hermit. So to you faire Dame. By Elinors gray eye ſhe's faire indeed; Sweet heart come ye for holy benizons? Hermit haſt thou good cuſtome with ſuch Cliants? I cannot blame your feates, your iugling trickes, Plague iuggle you. Why curſſe ye ſacred worth? Ill done in ſooth my Lord, very ill done, Wrong holines: a very pretty woman. Mocke grauity; by the maſſe a cherry lippe, A it's not wel done, deride a holy Hermit? I haue it in my purſe ſhall make amends. His purſe and yours, ſhall make me ſome amends, For hindring me this morning from the Lady; For ſcaring me at Tauerne yeſternight, For hauing backe your chaine, Ile fit you both. Hermit, a word. A word with you faire miſtreſſe. Where lye your deuils that tel all your newes? Would you would trouble them for halfe an houre, To know what's become of traytor Gloſter, That in my cloathes brake priſon in the Fleete? No, it was Skinke. Come olde foole yee dote. But heare me. Heare him Prince. Swounds who heares you? Ile make your Lady graft ye for this worke: but to your tale ſir. Knowe thriſe honour'd Prince, that Skinke did couſen Redcap of his cloathes. Gloſter did couzen Skinke, and ſo eſcapt. Well done Faukenbridge? My Lord, he tels you true. You finde it on her lippes: but forward ſir. Twas Skinke in Gloſters gowne, whome you did viſit, That playd at bowles and after ſtole your cloths, While you went into the Lord Moortons chamber. This ſauors of ſome truth, Tis very like, Well Faukenbridge by heauen Ile tell your wife, She'l much beleeue you: you will come? Tell me of my wife: this euening faile me not. My wife quoth you: Ile ſend my wife from home, Do, tell my wife prince Iohn, by my deare mother, I loue her too too well to like another.