Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 18 of 48

Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals)
history · Prince Henry's Men
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.

Such a Fellow would I fain meet withal: Well overtaken sir. 'sblood come before me sir: What a Devil art thou? A man at least. And art thou valiant? I carry a sword and a bucklerye see. A sword and a buckler, and know not me, Not Black Will? No trust me. Slave, than thou art neither traveler, nor Purse-taker: for I tell thee, Black will is known and feared through the seventeen provinces: there's not a sword and Buckler man in England nor Europe, but has had a taste of my manhood. I am tole-free in all Cities, & the Suburbs about them: this is my Sconce, my Castle, my Citadel, and but King Harry, God bless his Majesty, I fear not the proudest. O ves, some of his guard. Let his guard eats beef and be thankful, give me a man will cover himself with his buckler, and not budge and the devil come. methinks thou wert better live at Court as I do, King Harry loves a man, I can tell ye. Would thou and all the men he keeps were hanged, and ye love not him then: but I will not change my revenues for all his guards wages. Hast thou such store of ruing? Art thou a good fellow? May I speak freely, and wilt not tell the king on't? Keep thine own counsel, and fear not, For of my faith the King shall know no more for me, than thou tell'st him. And I tell him any thing let him hang me: but for thyself, I think if a fat purse come i'th' way, thou wouldest not refuse it. Therefore leave the Court and shark with me, I tell thee, I am chief commander of all the Stews, there's not a whore shifts a smock but by my privilege, nor opens her shop before I have my weekly tribute: And to assure thee my valour carries credit with it, do but walk with me through the streets of London, and let me see the proudest watch disturb us. I shall be glad of your conduct syr. Follow me then, and i'll tell thee more. Stand, who goes there? A good fellow: come close, regard them not. How shall we know thee to be a good fellow? My names Black Will. Oh, God give ye good night, good Master Black William. God boy sir, God boy, I am glad we are so well rid on him. la sir, you see here's egress enough, Now follow me, & you shall see we'll have regress back again, Hoe comes there? Come afore the Constable. Will What have ye forgot me so soon? 'tis I. O, 'tis M. Black William, God bless ye sir, God bless ye. How lik'st thou now? Faith excellent: but prithee tell me, dost thou face the world with thy manhood, that thus they fear thee, or art thou truly valiant?
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PlayWhen You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth)
AuthorRowley, Samuel
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1604-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Henry's Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 496 · TCP A11146 · DEEP 386
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 846–883 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 48 in this edition
Length487 words · 642 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.793
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Such a Fellow would I faine meete withall: Well ouertaken syr. Sblood before me syr: What a Dell art thou? A man atleast. And art thou valiant? I carry a sword and a bucklerye see. A sword and a buckler, and know not me, Not Blacke Will? No trust mee. Slaue, then thou art neither Traueller, nor Purse-taker: for I tell thee, Blacke will is knowne and feared though the seuenteene theres not a sword and Buckler man in England nor Europe, but has had a taste of my manhood. I am tole-free in all Citties, & the Subburbs about them: this is my Sconce, my Castle, my Cittadell, and but King Harry, God blesse his Maiestie, I feare not the proudest. O ves, some of his guard. Let his guard eats beefe and be thankfull, giue me a man wil couer himself with his buckler, and not booge and the diuel come. Me thinkes thou wert better liue at Court as I doe, King Harry loues a man, I can tell ye. Would thou and all the men hee keepes were hangde, and ye loue not him then: but I will not change my reuenues for all his guardes wages. Hast thou such store of ruing? Art thou a good fellow? May I speake freely, and wilt not tel the king ont? Keepe thine owne counsell, and feare not, For of my faith the King shall know no more for mee, then thou telst him. And I tell him any thing let him hang me: but for thy selfe, I thinke if a fat purse come ith way, thou wouldest not refuse it. Therefore leaue the Court and sharke with me, I tell thee, I am chiefe commander of all the Stewes, theres not a whoore shifts a smocke but by my priuiledge, nor opens her shoppe before I haue my weekely tribute: And to assure thee my valour carryes credite with it, doe but walke with me through the streetes of London, and let mee see the proudest watch disturbe vs. I shall be glad of your conduct syr. Follow me then, and ile tell thee more. Stand, who goes there? A good fellow: come close, regard them not. How shall wee know thee to be a good fellow? My names Blacke Will. Oh, God giue yee good night, good Maister Blacke William. God boye sir, God boye, I am glad we are so well rid on him. Law sir, you see heres egresse enough, Now follow me, & you shal see weele haue regresse backe againe, Hoe comes there? Come afore the Constable. VVil What haue ye forgot me so soone? tis I. O, tis M. Blacke VVilliam, God blesse ye sir, God blesse ye. How likst thou now? Faith excellent: but prethe tell me, doest thou face the world with thy man-hood, that thus they feare thee, or art thou truely valiant?