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 0.85 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Farewell England's pride, by the matins Mall it is a pretty child; Shall we go meet Iohn? shall we go mock the Prince? We will. O than we shall have sport anon, Never wear yellow Mall, 'twas but a trick, Old Faukenbridge will still be a mad Dick. Do ye s s say fa fa father Hermit, th' that Gl Gloster is about this Heath? He is upon this Heath Son look about it, Run but the compass, thou shalt find him out, R r run? i'll r run the co compass of all k Kent but I'll f find him out, my f f. (where ere he lays his head) dare ne never co come home I know, t t till he be fo fo found. Well thou shalt find him, know'st thou who's a hunting? M m mary 'tis the Earls of La La Lancaster and Le Leyster. Fa fa farewell f father, and I find Skink or Glow Gloster, I'll g g give thee the pr prize of a penny p p pudding for thy p pains. Adieu good friend: this is sure the fellow I sent on message from the Parliament. The Porter's son, he's still in quest of me, And Skinke that cozened him of his red cap. But look about thee Gloster, who comes yonder? O a plain servingman, & yet perhaps his bags are lined, And my purse now grows thin: if he have any I must share with him. And who's on yond side? O it is my Hermit, Hath got his other suit since I went forth. 'Sblood yonder's company, i'll back again, Else I would be with you counterfeit, I'll leave the rogue till opportunity, But never eat till I have quit my wrong. I saw two men attend like holy Hermits, One's slipped away, the other at his beads, Now Richard for the love of Marian, Make thy inquiry where mad Gloster lives. If England or the verge of Scotland hold him, I'll seek him thus disguised: if he be passed To any foreign part; i'll follow him. Love thou art Lord of hearts, thy laws are sweet, In every troubled way, thou guidst our feet. Lovers enjoined to pass the dangerous Sea Of big swollen sorrow, in the Bark affection; The winds and waves of woe need never fear, While Love, the helm doth like a pilate steer. here's some lover come, a mischief on him, I know not how to answer these mad fools, But i'll be brief, i'll mar the Hermit's tale; Off gown, hold Buckler, slice it bilbo blade. What's this? what should this mean? old man, good friend Young fool deliver else see your end. I thought thou hadst been holy and a Hermit. What ere you thought, your purse? come quickly sir? Cast that upon the ground, and then confer. There it is. Falls it so heavy? then my heart is light. Thou't have a heavy heart before thou touch it, Theft shrined in holy weeds? stand to't you're best.
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Farewell Englands pride, by the mattins Mall it is a pretty childe; Shall we goe meete Iohn? ſhall we goe mocke the Prince? We will. O then we ſhall haue ſport anon, Neuer weare yellow Mall, twas but a tricke, Olde Faukenbridge wil ſtil be a mad Dicke. Doe ye ſ ſ ſay fa fa father Hermit, th that Gl Gloſter is about this Heath? He is vpon this Heath Sonne looke about it, Run but the compaſſe, thou ſhalt finde him out, R r run? ile r run the co compaſſe of all k Kent but Ile f finde him out, my f f father (where ere hee layes his head) dare ne neuer co come home I know, t t till hee bee fo fo found. Wel thou ſhalt find him, knowſt thou who's a hunting? M m mary tis the Earles of La La Lancaſter and Le Leyſter. Fa fa farewell f father, and I finde Skink or Glo Gloſter, Ile g g giue thee the pr priſe of a penny p p pudding for thy p paines. Adew good friend: this is ſure the fellow I ſent on meſſage from the Parlament. The Porters ſonne, he's ſtill in queſt of me, And Skinke that couſoned him of his red cap. But looke about thee Gloſter, who comes yonder? O a plaine ſeruingman, & yet perhaps his bags are lyn'd, And my purſſe now growes thin: if he haue any I muſt ſhare with him. And who's on yond ſide? O it is my Hermit, Hath got his other ſute ſince I went foorth. Sbloud yonder's company, ile backe againe, Elſe I would be with you counterfeite, Ile leaue the rogue till opportunity, But neuer eate till I haue quit my wrong. I ſaw two men attend like holy Hermits, One's ſlipt away, the other at his beades, Now Richard for the loue of Marian, Make thy inquiry where mad Gloſter liues. If England or the verge of Scotland holde him, Ile ſeeke him thus diſguiſ'd: if he be paſt To any forraigne part; ile follow him. Loue thou art Lord of hearts, thy lawes are ſweet, In euery troubled way, thou guidſt our feete. Louers inioyn'd to paſſe the daungerous Sea Of big ſwolne ſorrow, in the Barke affection; The windes and waues of woe need neuer feare, While Loue, the helme doth like a Pylate ſteare. Heer's ſome louer come, a miſchiefe on him, I know not how to anſwere theſe mad fooles, But ile be briefe, ile marre the Hermits tale; Off gowne, holde Buckler, ſlice it bilbowe blade. What's this? what ſhould this meane? old man, good friend Young foole deliuer elſe ſee your end. I thought thou hadſt been holy and a Hermit. What ere you thought, your purſſe? come quickly ſir? Caſt that vpon the ground, and then conferre. There it is. Falles it ſo heauy? then my heart is light. Thou't haue a heauy heart before thou touch it, Theft ſhrinde in holy weedes? ſtand to't y'are beſt.