Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
What else man, that's one of the miserable vows he makes when he's dubbed: yet he doth but as many of his brother knights do, keep an ordinary table for him and his long coat follower. That long coat makes the master a little king, for wheresoever his piece of a follower comes hopping after him, he's sure of a double guard. I'll set some of the Pages upon thy skirts for this I shall feel them no more than so many fleas, therefore I care not: but Farneze you'll prove a most accomplished coxcomb. Oh old touch lad, this younker is right Trinidado pure leaf Tobacco, for indeed he's nothing pursse, reek, and would be tried (not by God and his country) but by fire, the very soul of his substance and needs would convert into smoke. he's Steel to the back you see, for he writes Challenges. True, and Iron to the head, oh there's a rich leaden mineral amongst his brains, if his skull were well digged, Sirrah Urcenze, this is one of those changeable Silk gallants, who in a very scurvy pride, scorn all scholars, and read no books but a looking glass, and speak no language but sweet Lady, and sweet signor and chew between their teeth terrible words, as though they would conjure, as complement and Projects, and Fastidious, & Capricious, and Misprision, and the Sintheresis, of the soul, and such like raise velvet terms. What be the accoutrements now of these gallants? Indeed that's one of their fustian outlandish phrases to, marry sir their accoutrements, are all the fantastic fashions, that can be taken up, either upon trust or at second hand. What's their qualities? None good, these are the best: to make good faces: to take Tobacco well, to spit well, to laugh like a waiting gentlewoman, to lie well, to blush for nothing, to look big upon little fellows, to scoff with a grace, though they have a very filthy grace in scoffing, and for a need to ride pretty and well. They cannot choose but ride well, because every good wit rides them. here's the difference, that they ride upon horses, and when they are ridden they are spurred for asses, so they can cry wehee and hollow kicking jade, they care not if they have no more learning than a jade. No more of these jadith tricks: here comes the hobby horse. Oh he would dance a morris rarely if he were hung with bells. He would jangle villainously. Peace let's encounter them. By Cod Sir Emuloes, sir Owen is clad out a cry because is friends with her, for Sir Owen swear, did her not swear Rice? Yes forsooth. Spit out his meat. By Cod is swear terrible to knog her pad, and fling her spingle legs at plum trees, when her come to fall to her tagger and fencing trigs, yes faith and to breag her shins did her not Rice? Yes by my troth Sir.
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What els man, thats one of the miserable vowes he makes when hee's dubd: yet he doth but as manie of his brother knights doe, keepe an ordinarie table for him and his long coate follower. That long coate makes the master a little king, for whersoeuer his piece of a follower comes hopping after him, hees sure of a double guarde. Ile set some of the Pages vpon thy skirts for this I shall feele them no more then so many fleas, therefore I care not: but Farneze youle prooue a most accomplisht coxecombe. Oh olde touch lad, this yonker is right Trinidado pure leafe Tobacco, for indeed hee's nothing purffe, réeke, and would be tried (not by God and his countrie) but by fire, the verie soule of his substance and needes would conuert into smoke. Hee's Steele to the backe you see, for he writes Challenges. True, and Iron to the head, oh theres a rich leaden minerall amongst his braines, if his skull were well digd, Sirha Vrcence, this is one of those changeable Silke gallants, who in a verie scuruie prid, scorne alschollers, and reade no bookes but a looking glasse, and speake no language but sweet Lady, and sweet Signior and chew between their téeth terrible words, as though they would coniure, as complement and Proiects, and Fastidious, & Caprichious, and Misprizian, and the Sintheresis, of the soule, and such like raise veluet tearmes. What be the accontremēts now of these gallāts? Indeed thats one of their fustiā outlādish phrases to, marrie sir their accontremēts, are al ye fātasticke fashions, yt can be taken vp, either vpō trust or at second hand. Whats their quallities? None good, these are the best: to make good faces: to take Tobacco well, to spit well, to laugh like a wayting Genllewoman, to lie well, to blush for nothing, to looke big vpon little fellowes, to scoffe with a grace, though they hane a verie filthie grace in scoffing, and for a neede to ride prettie and well. They cannot choose but ride well, because euerie good wit rides them. Héere's the difference, that they ride vpon horses, and when they are ridden they are spur'd for asses, so they can crie wighee and hollow kicking iade, they care not if they haue no more learning then a Iade. No more of these Iadith tricks: heere comes the hobbie horse. Oh he would daunce a morrice rarely if hee were hung with belles. He would iangle vilanously. Peace lets incounter them. By Cod Sir Emuloes, sir Owen is clad out a crie becaus is friends with her, for Sir Owen sweare, did her not sweare Rice? Yes forsooth. Spit out his meate. By Cod is sweare terrible to knog her pade, and fling her spingle legs at plum trees, when her come to fall to her tagger and fencing trigs, yes faith and to breag her shins did her not Rice? Yes by my troth Sir.