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 0.78 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
At your best leisure father, O the life That this thrice reverend Hermit leadeth here. How far remote from mortal vanities, Baits to the soul, enticements to the eye? How far is he unlike my lustful Lord? Who being given himself to be unchaste, Think all men like himself, in their effects, And injures me, that never had a thought, To wrong the sacred rites of spotless faith. Hermit farewell, i'll pay ye or speak with ye next time I see ye. Sweet mouse the Hermit bids you stay here, he'll visit you anon. Now Iohn and Faukenbridge, I'll match ye, and I do not say Skinke's a wretch, a wren, a worm, when I have tricked them, Madam I will trim you. Commodity is to be preferred before pleasure. About profit Skink, for crowns for crowns, that make the kingly thoughts. I am assured that man's some murderer, Good Father Hermit speak and comfort me, Are ye at prayers good old man? I pray ye speak, What's here a beard? a counterfeited hair? The Hermit's ports? garments and his beads? Iesus defend me I will fly this den, It's some thieves cave, no haunt for holy men. What if the murderer, (as I ge him one) Set on my husband, tush Prince Iohn and he Are able to defend them noble selves, How ear, I will not tarry, I'll away, Lest unto theft and rape, I prove apray. Yonder they are I'll fit them, here's my ground: Wa ha how, wa ha how, wa ha how? I warrant ye my Lord some man's distressed. Why man 'tis a Falconer. Mary of me good fellow, I did think thou hadst been robbed. Robbed, sir no, he that comes to rob me shall have a hard match on't, yet two good fellows had like to been robbed by one tall thief, had not I stepped in: abots on him, I lost a hawk by him, & yet I cared not to send another after him, so I could find the thief; and here about he is. I know he is squatted. Sayest thou me so? we'll find him by S. Mary. An honest fellow, a good common wealths man. There are caves hereabout good fellow, are there not? Yes sir, tread the ground sir, & you shall hear their hollowness, this way sir this way. Help Faukenbridge. O help me good prince Iohn. I'll help you both, deliver sir deliver, 'Swounds linger not: Prince Iohn put up your purse, or i'll throw ponniards' down upon your pate. Quickly, when? I am Skink that scaped ye yesternight, and fled the Fleet in your cloak, carrying me clean out of wind and rain. I broke the bonds and links that fettered your chain amity, this cheat is mine: Farewell I cannot stay, sweet Prince, old Knight, I thank ye for this pray.
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At your beſt leaſure father, O the life That this thriſe reuerend Hermit leadeth heere. How farre remote from mortall vanities, Baites to the ſoule, enticements to the eye? How farre is he vnlike my luſtfull Lord? Who being giuen himſelfe to be vnchaſte, Thinke all men like himſelfe, in their effects, And iniures me, that neuer had a thought, To wrong the ſacred rytes of ſpotleſſe faith. Hermit farewel, ile pay ye or ſpeake with ye next time I ſee yee. Sweete mouſe the Hermit bids you ſtay heere, he'll viſit you anon. Now Iohn and Faukenbridge, Ile match yee, and I doe not ſay Skinke's a wretch, a wren, a worme, when I haue trickt them, Madam I will trimme you. Commodity is to be prefer'd before pleaſure. About profit Skink, for crownes for crownes, that make the kingly thoughts. I am aſſur'd that man's ſome murderer, Good Father Hermit ſpeake and comfort me, Are ye at prayers good olde man? I pray ye ſpeake, What's heere a beard? a counterfeited hayre? The Hermits portes? garments and his beades? Ieſus defend me I will fly this denne, It's ſome theeues caue, no haunt for holy men. What if the murderer, (as I ges him one) Set on my huſband, tuſh Prince Iohn and hee Are able to defend them noble ſelues, How eare, I will not tarry, Ile away, Leaſt vnto theft and rape, I prooue apray. Younder they are Ile fit them, heer's my ground: Wa ha how, wa ha how, wa ha how? I warrant ye my Lord ſome man's diſtreſt. Why man tis a Faulconer. Mary of me good fellow, I did think thou hadſt bin robd. Rob'd, ſir no, he that comes to rob me ſhal haue a hard match on't, yet two good fellows had like to bin rob'd by one tall theefe, had not I ſtept in: abots on him, I loſt a hauke by him, & yet I car'd not to ſend another after him, ſo I could find the theefe; and here about he is. I know he is ſquatted. Sayſt thou me ſo? we'l finde him by S. Mary. An honeſt fellow, a good common wealths man. There are caues heereabout good fellow, are there not? Yes ſir, tread the ground ſir, & you ſhal heare their hollownes, this way ſir this way. Help Faukenbridge. O help me good prince Iohn. Ile helpe you both, deliuer ſir deliuer, Swounds linger not: Prince Iohn put vp your purſſe, or ile throw ponniards downe vpon your pate. Quickely, when? I am Skink that ſcapt ye yeſternight, and fled the Fleete in your cloake, carrying mee cleane out of winde and raine. I broke the bonds and linkes that fettered your chaine amity, this cheate is mine: Farewel I cannot ſtay, ſweet Prince, olde Knight, I thanke ye for this pray.