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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
God's mary mother, here's a jest indeed, We came to take, a thief takes us: Where are ye good my Lord? No matter where, I think I was forespoken at the teat, This damned rogue served me thus? Gloster and he Upon my life conclude in villainy. He was not wont to plot these stratagems, Lend me your hand a little, come away, Let's to the Cell again, perchance the Hermit Is Skinke, and thief, and Hermit all in one. Mary a God then ten to one it's so, Well thought on Princely Iohn, He had my chain, no doubt he had your sword. If there be now no Hermit at the Celestina, I'll swear by all the Saints it's none but he. This accident hath hit thy humour Gloster, From pursuivant i'll turn a Hermit now. Sure he that keeps this Cell is a counterfeit, Else what does he here with false hair and beard? Well how so ear it be, I'll seem to be The holy Hermit: for such fame there is, Of one accounted reverend on this heath. I'll feign unto my cell, to my fair Lady, But Iohn and Faukenbridge are at my heels. And some odd mate is got into my gown, And walks devoutly like my counterfeit, I cannot stay to question with you now, I have another gown, and all things fit, These guests once rid, new mate? I'll bum, I'll mark you. What's he a gods name? he is quickly gone, I am for him, were he Robin-goodfellow, Whose yonder the Prince Iohn and Faukenbridge? I think they haunt me like my genii, One good the other ill, by th'mass they pry And look upon me but suspiciously. This is not Skinke, the Hermit is not Skinke: He is a learned reverend holy man. He is he is a very godly man. I warrant ye, he's at his book at's prayers, We should have took you, by my hollydam Even for a very thief. Now God forfend such noblemen as you should guess me so, I never gave such cause for aught I know. Yet thou didst tell us Skinke should do a robbery, Appointed us the place, and there we found him, And he felt us, for he hath robbed us both. He's a lewd fellow, but he shall be taken. I had rather here of Gloster then of him. Gloster did cheat him, of the same gold chain, That deceived Sir Richard Faukenbridge. He got your sword Prince Iohn: 'ttwas he that saved The porter, and beguiled the Pursuivant, A vengeance on him. Do not curse good Prince, he's bad enough, 'ttwere better pray for him. I'll kill thee, and thou bid me pray for him. I'll fallen woods, and ring thee round with fire, Make thee an offering unto fierce revenge, If thou have but a thought to pray for him. I am bound to pray for all men, chiefly christians.
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Gods mary mother, heer's a ieſt indeed, We came to take, a theefe takes vs: Where are ye good my Lord? No matter where, I thinke I was fore-ſpoken at ye teate, This damn'd rogue ſeru'd me thus? Gloſter and he Vpon my life conclude in villany. He was not wont to plot theſe ſtratagems, Lend me your hand a little, come away, Let's to the Cell againe, perchaunce the Hermit Is Skinke, and theefe, and Hermit al in one. Mary a God then ten to one its ſo, Wel thought on Princely Iohn, He had my chayne, no doubt he had your ſwoord. If there be now no Hermit at the Cel, Ile ſweare by al the Saints its none but he. This accident hath hit thy humour Gloſter, From purſeuant ile turne a Hermit now. Sure he that keeps this Cell is a counterfeit, Elſe what does he heere with falſe hayre and beard? Well how ſo eare it be, Ile ſeeme to be The holy Hermit: for ſuch fame there is, Of one accounted reuerend on this heath. Ile faine vnto my cell, to my faire Lady, But Iohn and Faukenbridge are at my heeles. And ſome od mate is got into my gowne, And walks deuoutly like my counterfeite, I cannot ſtay to queſtion with you now, I haue another gowne, and all things fit, Theſe gueſts once rid, new mate? Ile bum, Ile marke you. What's he a gods name? he is quickly gone, I am for him, were he Robin-good fellow, Whoſe yonder the Prince Iohn and Faukenbridge? I thinke they haunt me like my genii, One good the other ill, by th'mas they prye And looke vppon me but ſuſpitiouſly. This is not Skinke, the Hermit is not Skinke: He is a learned reuerend holy man. He is he is a very godly man. I warrant ye, he's at his booke at's prayers, Wee ſhould haue tooke you, by my hollydam Euen for a very theefe. Now God forfend ſuch noblemen as you ſhould geſſe me ſo, I neuer gaue ſuch cauſe for ought I knowe. Yet thou didſt tell vs Skinke ſhould doe a roberye, Appoynted vs the place, and there we found him, And he felt vs, for he hath rob'd vs both. He's a lewd fellow, but he ſhall be taken. I had rather heere of Gloſter then of him. Gloſter did cheat him, of the ſame golde chaine, That deceiu'd Sir Richard Faukenbridge. He got your ſword Prince Iohn: twa's he that ſaude The porter, and beguil'd the Purſeuant, A vengaunce on him. Doo not curſſe good Prince, he's bad enough, twere better pray for him. Ile kill thee, and thou bid me pray for him. Ile fell woods, and ring thee round with fire, Make thee an offring vnto fierce reuenge, If thou haue but a thought to pray for him. I am bound to pray for all men, chefely chriſtians.