Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.79 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
O to court? farewell. If you see one in a yellow taffeta doublet, cut upon carnation valour, a green hat, a blue pair of velvet hose, a gilt rapier, and an orange tawny pair of worsted silk stockings, that's I, that's I. Very good, farewell. Ho, you shall know me as easily, I ha' bought me a new green feather with a red sprig, you shall see my wrought shirt hang out at my breeches, you shall know me. Very good, very good, farewell. Marry in the mask 'twill be somewhat hard. But if you hear anybody speak so wittily, that he makes all the room laugh; that's I, that's I. Farewell good signor. Advance the music's prize, now capering wits, Rise to your highest mount; let choice delight Garland the brow of this triumphant night. 'sfoot, a sits like Lucifer himself. Good sweet Duke, first let their voices, strain for musics price. Give me the golden harp: faith with your favour, i'll be umpiress. Sweet niece content: boys clear your voice & sing. By this gold, I had rather have a servant with a short nose, and a thin hair, then have such a high stretched minikin voice. Fair niece, your reason? By the sweet of love, I should fear extremely that he were an Eunuch. Spark spirit, how like you his voice? Spark spirit, how like you his voice? So help me, youth, thy voice squeaks like a dry cork shoe: come, come; let's hear the next. Trust me, a good strong mean, Well sung my boy. Hold, hold, hold: are ye blind, could you not see my voice coming for the harp. And I knock not division on the head, take hence the harp, make me a slip, and let me go but for nine pence. Sir Mark, strike up for master Balurdo. judgement gentlemen, judgement. Wast not above line? I appeal to your mouths that heard my song. Do me right, and dub me knight Balurdo. Kneel down, and i'll dub thee knight of the golden harp. Indeed la, do, and i'll make you Lady of the silver fiddlestick, Come, kneel, kneel. My troth, I thank you, it hath never a whistle in't. Nay, good sweet cuz raise up your drooping eyes, & I were at the point of To have & to hold, from this day forward, I would be ashamed to look thus lumpish. What my pretty coz, 'tis but the loss of an odd maidenhead: shall's dance? thou art so sad, hark in mine ear. I was about to say, but i'll forbear. I come, I come, more than most honeysuckle sweet Ladies, pine not for my presence, i'll return in pomp. Well spoke sir Ieffrey Balurdo. As I am a true knight, I feel honourable eloquence begin to grope me already. Faith, mad niece, I wonder when thou wilt marry?
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O to court? farewell. If you see one in a yellow taffata dubblet, cut vpon carnation valure, a greene hat, a blewe paire of veluet hose, a gilt rapier, and an orange ny pair of worsted silke stockings, thats I, thats I. Very good, farewell. Ho, you shall knowe me as easily, I ha bought mee a newe greene feather with a red sprig, you shall see my wrought shirt hang out at my breeches, you shall know me. Very good, very good, farewell. Marrie in the maske twill be somewhat harde. But if you heare any bodie speake so wittily, that hee makes all the roome laugh; that's I, that's I. Farewell good Signior. Aduance the musiques prize, now capring wits, Rise to your highest mount; let choyce delight Garland the browe of this tryumphant night. Sfoote, a sits like Lucifer himselfe. Good sweete Duke, first let their voyces, strain for musicks price. Giue mee the golden harpe: faith with your fauour, ile be vmperesse. Sweet neece cōtent: boyes cleare your voice & sing. By this gould, I had rather haue a seruant with a short nose, and a thinne haire, then haue such a high stretcht minikin voice. Faire neece, your reason? By the sweete of loue, I should feare extreamely that he were an Eunuch. Sparke spirit, how like you his voice? Spark spirit, how like you his voice? So helpe me, youth, thy voice squeakes like a dry cork shoe: come, come; lets heare the next. Trust me, a good strong meane, Well sung my boy. Hold, hold, hold: are yee blind, could you not see my voice comming for the harpe. And I knock not diuision on the head, take hence the harpe, make mee a slip, and let me goe but for nine pence. Sir Marke, strike vp for master Balurdo. Iudgemēt gentlemen, iudgemēt. Wast not aboue line? I appeale to your mouthes that heard my song. Doe me right, and dub me knight Balurdo. Kneele downe, and ile dub thee knight of the golden harpe. Indeed law, doe, and ile make you Ladie of the siluer fiddlestick, Come, kneele, kneele. My troth, I thank you, it hath neuer a whistle in't. Naie, good sweet cuz raise vp your drooping eies, & I were at the point of To haue & to hold, from this day forward, I would be asham'd to looke thus lumpish. What my prettie Cuz, tis but the losse of an od maidenhead: shall's daunce? thou art so sad, harke in mine eare. I was about to say, but ile forbeare. I come, I come, more then most hunny-suckle sweete Ladies, pine not for my presence, ile returne in pompe. Well spoke sir Ieffrey Balurdo. As I am a true knight, I feele honourable eloquence begin to grope mee alreadie. Faith, mad neece, I wonder when thou wilt marrie?