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 0.79 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Brave Earl, had Skinke known thou hadst been the Noble Gloster (whose mad tricks have made me love thee) I would have died Black heath red with the blood of millions, ere we would have been taken; but what remedy, we are fast & must answer it like Gentlemen, like Soldiers, like resolutes. I ye are a gallant, come old Lancaster, For thy sake will I go; or else by heaven I'd send some dozen of these slaves to hell. Your travail and your comfortable news, This Ring, the certain sign you met with him, Binds me in duetyous love unto your grace: But on my knees I fall, and humbly crave, Importune that no more, you near can have. Nay then ye wrong me Lady Faukenbridge, Did you not join your fair white hand? Swore that ye would forswear your husband's bed, If I could but find out Gloster? I swear so? By heaven Take heed, it's a high oath my Lord. What meanest thou Huntingdon? To save your soul, I do not love to have my friends forsworn, She never promised that you urge her with. Go to, provoke me not. I tell you true, 'twas I in her attire that promised you, She was gone unto the wizard at Black heath, And there had suitors more than a good many. Was I deluded then? No not deluded, but hindered from desire unchaste and rude: O let me woo ye with the tongue of ruth, Dewing your Princely hand with pities tears, That you would leave this most unlawful suit, If ere we live till Faukenbridge be dead, (As God defend his death I should desire) Then if your highness deign so base a match, And holy laws admit a marriage, Considering our affinity in blood, I will become your Handmaid not your harlot. That shame shall never dwell upon my brow. I faith my Lord she's honourably resolved, For shame no more, importune her no more. Marian I see thy virtue, and commend it, I know my error seeking thy dishonour, But the respectless, reasonles command Of my inflamed love, bids me still try, And trample under foot all piety. Yet for I will not seem too impious, Too inconsiderate of thy seeming grief, Vouchsafe to be my Mistress: use me kindly, And I protest i'll strive with all my power, That lust himself may in his heat devour. You are my servant then. Thanks sacred Mistress. What am I? You are my fellow Robert. What Prince Richard? noble Huntingdon? Welcome, i'faith welcome, by the morrow Mass You are come as fitly as my heart can wish: Prince Iohn this night will be a Reveller, He hath invited me and Marian. God's mary mother go along with us, It's but hard by, close by, at our town Tavern. Your Tavern? O I I I 'tis his own made match, I'll make you laugh, i'll make you laugh i'faith; Come, come, he's ready, O come, come away. But where's the Princess?
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Braue Earle, had Skinke knowne thou hadſt been the Noble Gloſter (whoſe mad trickes haue made mee loue thee) I would haue dy'd Blacke heath red with the bloud of millions, ere we would haue been taken; but what remedy, we are faſt & muſt anſwere it like Gentlemen, like Souldiers, like reſolutes. I ye are a gallant, come olde Lancaſter, For thy ſake will I goe; or elſe by heauen Ide ſend ſome dozen of theſe ſlaues to hel. Your trauaile and your comfortable newes, This Ring, the certaine ſigne you met with him, Bindes me in duetyous loue vnto your grace: But on my knees I fall, and humbly craue, Importune that no more, you nere can haue. Nay then ye wrong me Lady Faukenbridge, Did you not ioyne your faire white hand? Swore that ye would forſweare your husbands bed, If I could but finde out Gloſter? I ſweare ſo? By heauen Take heed, its a high oath my Lord. What meanſt thou Huntington? To ſaue your ſoule, I doe not loue to haue my friends forſworne, She neuer promiſt that you vrge her with. Goe to, prouoke me not. I tell you true, twas I in her attyre that promiſt you, She was gone vnto the wizard at Blacke heath, And there had ſuters more then a good many. Was I deluded then? No not deluded, but hindred from deſire vnchaſt and rude: O let me wooe yee with the tongue of ruth, Dewing your Princely hand with pitties teares, That you would leaue this moſt vnlawful ſute, If ere we liue till Faukenbridge be dead, (As God defend his death I ſhould deſire) Then if your highnes daine ſo baſe a match, And holy lawes admit a mariage, Conſidering our affinity in bloud, I will become your Handmayde not your harlot. That ſhame ſhall neuer dwell vpon my brow. I faith my Lord ſhe's honorably reſolu'd, For ſhame no more, importune her no more. Marian I ſee thy vertue, and commend it, I know my error ſeeking thy dishonor, But the reſpectleſſe, reaſonles commaund Of my inflamed loue, bids me ſtill try, And trample vnder foote all pietye. Yet for I will not ſeeme too impyous, Too inconſiderate of thy ſeeming griefe, Vouchſafe to be my Miſtris: vſe me kindely, And I proteſt ile ſtriue with all my power, That luſt himſelfe may in his heate deuour. You are my ſeruant then. Thankes ſacred Miſtreſſe. What am I? You are my fellow Robert. What Prince Richard? noble Huntington? Welcome, yfaith welcome, by the morrow Maſſe You are come as fitly as my heart can wiſh: Prince Iohn this night will be a Reueller, He hath inuited me and Marian. Gods mary mother goe along with vs, Its but hard by, cloſe by, at our towne Tauerne. Your Tauerne? O I I I tis his owne made match, Ile make you laugh, ile make you laugh yfaith; Come, come, he's ready, O come, come away. But wher's the Princeſſe?