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 0.80 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
It seems so fox, O what a world is this, There most sin raynes where least suspicion is, You'll come. I will not fail, I warrant you, Hermit is all this true, Himself deliver not so much before ye sleep, Root me from out the borders of this Realm. Well by your leave sir Richard Faukenbridge, Hence free from fear, you'll melt you'll melt old man, Nay take her to you, she is a shrew I warrant, I'll to the holy Hermit, and inquire, About my chain your sword, the Pursuivant And other matters that I have to ask. Your welcome good sir Richard, Nay do not stand on terms, I am fire, all life, Nor never tell me that I have a wife. I do not mean to marry, ye think so, But to be merry, you the manner knowe. And you will have me, have me, point a meeting, I'll be your true love, you shall be my sweeting, If you deny to promise, this is plain I'll have my will ear you get home again. most gracious Lord. Tut tell not me of grace I like no goodness but a beauteous face. Be therefore brief, give me your hand & swear, Or I'll away with you into the heath, Neither shall Faukenbridge nor Hermit help, And what I do I'll answer well enough. Why, then my Lord. Nay do not stand on then, But tell me when my Lord shall have you Lady, It's presently, i'll venture for a baby. This night at stepney by my summer house, There is a tavern which I sometime use, When we from London come a gossoping, It is the Hind, Give me thy pretty hand. Thou'lt meet me at the Hind, I'll by thy Roe, One word's enough, Suffice then be it so, I'll fit my old adulterer and your grace, I'll send the Princess thither in my place. Prince Iohn, Prince Iohn the Hermit tells me wonders. He says it was Skinke that scaped us at the Tavern, Skink had my chain: nay sure that Skinke did all. I say go but to yonder corner, And ere the Sun be half an hour higher, There will the thief attempt a robbery, Who Skinke? Will Skinke? I Skinke upon my word. Shall we go seize upon him good Prince Iohn? Nay we will have him that's no question. And yet not hurt the honest rogue. he'll help us well in quest of changing Gloster, Hermit farewell, Lady keep your hour. Adeiu old Hermit: soon in th'evening Lass, I'll meet you both, and meet with both of you. Father what answer do you give to me? Lady start down I must into my cell, Where I am curing of a man late hurt, He dressed, I must unto my Orisons, In half an hour all will be dispatched, And then I will attend your Ladyship.
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It ſeemes ſo fox, O what a world is this, There moſt ſinne raynes where leaſt ſuſpition is, You'l come. I will not faile, I warrant you, Hermit is all this true, Himſelfe deliuer not ſo much before ye ſleepe, Roote me from out the borders of this Realme. Well by your leaue ſir Richard Faukenbridge, Hence free from feare, you'l melt you'l melt olde man, Nay take her to you, ſhe is a ſhrow I warrant, Ile to the holy Hermit, and inquire, About my chaine your ſword, the Purſeuant And other matters that I haue to aſke. Your welcome good ſir Richard, Nay doe not ſtand on tearmes, I am fire, all life, Nor neuer tell me that I haue a wife. I doe not meane to marry, ye think ſo, But to be merry, you the manner knowe. And you will haue me, haue me, poynt a meeting, Ile be your true loue, you ſhall be my ſweeting, If you deny to promiſe, this is plaine Ile haue my will eare you get home againe. moſt gratious Lord. Tut tell not me of grace I like no goodnes but a beautious face. Be therefore breefe, giue me your hand & ſweare, Or Ile away with you into the heath, Neither ſhall Faukenbridge nor Hermit helpe, And what I doe Ile anſwer well enough. Why, then my Lord. Nay do not ſtand on then, But tell me when my Lord ſhall haue you Lady, Its preſently, ile venter for a baby. This night at ſtepney by my ſummer houſe, There is a tauerne which I ſometime vſe, When we from London come a goſſoping, It is the Hinde, Giue me thy pretty hand. Thou'lt meet me at the Hinde, Ile by thy Roe, One word's enough, Suffice then be it ſo, Ile fit my olde adulterer and your grace, Ile ſend the Princeſſe thether in my place. Prince Iohn, Prince Iohn the Hermit teles me wonders. He ſayes it was Skinke that ſcapt vs at the Tauerne, Sk nke had my chaine: nay ſure that Skinke did all. I ſay goe but to yonder corner, And ere the Sun be halfe an hower higher, Ther will the theefe attempt a robery, Who Skinke? Will Skinke? I Skinke vpon my word. Shal we goe ſeaze vpon him good Prince Iohn? Nay we will haue him that's no queſtion. And yet not hurte the honeſt rogue. he'll helpe vs well in queſt of changeing Gloſter, Hermit farwell, Lady keepe your houre. Adeiu olde Hermit: ſoone in th'euening Laſſe, Ile meet you both, and meet with both of you. Father what anſwere doe you giue to me? Lady ſtart downe I muſt into my cell, Where I am curing of a man late hurt, He dreſt, I muſt vnto my Orizons, In halfe an houre al wil be diſpatcht, And then I will attend your Ladyſhip.