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 T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 500 words
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By Cods udge me is all true, and to give her a great teale of bloody nose, because Sir Emuloes you shallenge the prittish Knight, Rice you know Sir Owen shentleman first, and secondly knight, what apoxale you Rice, is shaken now? No sir I have my five senses and am as well as any man. Well here is hand, now is mighty friends. Sir Owen Now the gallimaufry of language comes in. I protest to you, the magnitude of my condolement, hath been elevated the higher to see you and myself, two gentlemen. Nay 'tis well known Sir Owen is good shentleman, is not Rice? He that shall deny it Sir i'll make him eat his words. Good friend I am not in the Negative, be not so Capricious, you misprise me, my collocution tendeth to S. Owen's dignifying. Let's step in, God save you signior Emulo. Well encountered S. Owen. Owe, how do you S. Em. is friends out a cry now but Emuloes take heed, you match no more love trigs to widow Gwenthyan's, by Cod urge me, that do so must knoge her, see you now? Not so tempestuous sweet knight: though to my disconsolation, I will oblivionize my love to the Welsh widow, and do here proclaim my delinquishment, but sweet signor be not to diogenical to me, Ha ha is know not what genicalls mean, but Sir Owen will genicall her, and her fag her genicalling Gwenthyan. Nay faith we'll have you sound friends indeed, otherwise you know, signor Emulo, if you should bear all the wrongs, you would be our Athlassed. Most true. By god is out a cry friends, but harg Farneze, Urcenze twag a great teale to Emuloes: Owe. is great teale of friends: ha ha is tell fine admirable shest, by Cod Emuloes, for fear S. Owen, knog her shines, is tell, Sir Owen by dozen shentlemen her pooets is put about with lathes, ha, ha, serge her serge her. No more tell Urcenze of it: why should you two fall out for the love of a woman, considering what store we have of them? Sir Emulo I gratulate your peace, your company you know is precious to us, and we'll be merry, and ride abroad: before god now I talk of riding, Sir Owen methinks has an excellent boot. His leg graces the boot. By God is fine leg and fine poote to: but Emula's leg is better, and finer, and shenglier skin to wear. I bought them of a penurious Cordwainer, & they are the most incongruent that ere I ware. Congruent? 'sploud what leather is congruent, spanish leather? Ha ha, well Gentlemen I have other projects beckon for me, I must digress from this bias, and leave you: accept I beseech you of this vulgar and domestic complement. Pray Emuloes let her see her congruence leather ha ha, owe what a pox is here: ha, ha, is mag a wall to her shins, for keeb her warm?
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By Cods vdge me is all true, and to giue her a great teale of blouddie nose, because Sir Emuloes you shallenge the prittish Knight, Rice you knowe Sir Owen shentleman first, and secondly knight, what apoxale you Rice, is shoke now? No sir I haue my fiue sences and am as wel as any man. Well here is hand, now is mighty friends. Sir Owen Now the gallimaufrie of language comes in. I protest to you, the magnitude of my condolement, hath bin eleuated the higher to sée you and my selfe, two gentlemen. Nay tis well knowne Sir Owen is good shentleman, is not Rice? He that shall deny it Sir ile make him eate his words. Good friend I am not in the Negatiue, bee not so Caprichious, you misprize me, my collocution tēdeth to S. Owens dignifiing. Lets step in, God saue you Singnior Emulo. Well encountred S. Owen. Owe, how do you S. Em. is frends out a cry now but Emuloes take heede, you match no more loue trigs to widdow Gwenthyans, by Cod vrdge me, that doe so must knoge her, see you nowe? Not so tempestious sweet knight: though to my disconsolation, I will obliuionize my loue to the welch widdowe, and doe heere proclaime my delinquishment, but sweet Signior be not to Diogenicall to me, Ha ha is knowe not what genicalls meane, but Sir Owen will genicall her, and her fag her genicalling Gwenthyan. Nay faith weele haue you sound friends indeede, otherwise you know, Signior Emulo, if you should beare all the wrongs, you would be our Athlassed. Most true. By god is out a crie friends, but harg Farneze, Vrcenze twag a great teale to Emuloes: Ow. is great teale of frends: ha ha is tell sine admirable shest, by Cod Emuloes, for feare S. Owen, knog her shines, is tell, Sir Owen by tozen shentlemen her pooets is put about with lathes, ha, ha, serge her serge her. No more tell Vrcenze of it: why should you two fall out for the loue of a woman, considering what store we haue of them? Sir Emulo I gratulate your peace, your company you know is precious to vs, and weele bee merrie, and ride abroad: before god now I talke of riding, Sir Owen me thinkes has an excellent boote. His leg graces the boote. By God is fine leg and fine poote to: but Emulas leg is petter, and finer, and shenglier skin to weare. I bought them of a pennurious Cordwainer, & they are the most incongruent that ere I ware. Congruent? sploud what leather is congruent, spanish leather? Ha ha, well Gentlemen I haue other proiects becken for me, I must disgresse from this bias, and leaue you: accept I beseeeh you of this vulgar and domestick complement. Pray Emuloes let her see her congruenee leather ha ha, owe what a pox is heere: ha, ha, is mag a wall to her shins, for keeb her warme?