When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 29 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.81 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
How now young brown, what have you there? The PRINCE's cloak and hat, my Lord. Where is his Grace? At Tennis, with the marquis Dorset. You and the marquis, draw the PRINCE's mind To follow pleasure, & neglect his book: For which the King blames us. But credit me, You shall be soundly paid immediately. I pray ye good my I. i'll go call the Prince away. Nay, now ye shal not, whose within there ho? straie My Lord. Go bear this youngster to the Chappel And bid the M. of the Children whip him well: The Prince will not learn sir, and you shall smart for it. O good my L. I'll make him ply his book tomorrow. That shall not serve your turn, away I say. So sir, this policy was well devised: Since he was whipped thus for the PRINCE's faults, His Grace hath got more knowledge in a month, Than he attained in a year before, For still the fearful boy to save his breech, Doth hourly haunt him whereso ere he goes. 'tis true my Lord, and now the Prince perceives it, As loath to see him punished for his faults, Plays it of purpose to redeem the boy, But pray my Lord, let's stand aside awhile, And note the greeting twixt the Prince and him, See where the boy comes and the king's Fool with him; Let's not be seen, but list their conference. Nay boy, and ye cry you'll spoil your eye sight, come, come truss up your hose, you must hold fast your wind, both before and behind, and blow your nose. For what Fool? Why for the mote in thine eye, is there not won in't, wherefore dost thou cry else? I prithee Will go call the Prince from the Tennis-court. Dost thou cry for that? nay then I smell a Rat, the Prince has played the truant today, and his Tutors has drawn blood of thy buttocks for't: why boy 'tis honourable to be whipped for a Prince. I would he would either leave the Tennis-court and ply his Book, or give me leave to be no Courtier. ay, for i'll be sworn thy breech lies i'th' Hassard about it, but look little Ned, yonder he comes. Some Rubbers for the Prince. Here my good Lord. One take our Rackets, and reach my Cloak, By my faith marquess, you are too hard for me. Your Grace will say so, though ye over match me. Why ? Your Grace loiters, and will not ply your book, and your Tutors has whipped me for it. Alas poor Ned, I am sorry for it, I'll take the more pains, and entreat my Tutors for thee: yet in troth, the lectors they read me last night out of Virgil and Ovid, I am perfect in: only I confess I am something behind in my Greek Authors. And for that speech, they have declined it upon his breech.
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How now yong Browne, what haue you there? The Princes cloake and hat, my Lord. Where is his Grace? At Tennis, with the Marquesse Drset. You and the Mrquesse, draw the Princes mind To follow pleasure, & neglect his booke: For which the King blames vs. But credite me, You shall be soundly paide immediately. I pray ye good my I. ile goe call the Prince away. Nay, now ye shal not, whose within there ho? straie My Lord. Goe beare this yongster to the Chappel, And bid the M. of the Children whippe him well: The Prince will not learne sir, and you shall smart for it. O good my L. Ile make him ply his booke to morrow. That shall not serue your turne, away I say. So sir, this pollicie was well deuisde: Since he was whipt thus for the Princes faults, His Grace hath got more knowledge in a month, Than he attained in a yeere before, For still the fearefull boy to saue his breech, Doth hourely haunt him whereso ere he goes. Tis true my Lord, and now the Prince perceiues it, As oath to see him punisht for his faults, Plays it of purpose to redeeme the boy, But pray my Lord, lets stand aside awhile, And note the greeting twixt the Prince and him, See where the boy comes and the Kings Foole with him; Lets not be seene, but list their conference. Nay boy, and ye crie youle spoyle your eye sight, come, coe trusse vp your hose, you must hold fast your winde, both before and behinde, and blow your nose. For what Foole? Why for the mote in thine eye, is there not won in't, wherefore dost thou crie else? I prethy Will go cal the Prince from the Tenniscourt. Dost thou cry for that? nay then I smell a Ratte, the Prince has playd the Trewant to day, and his Tutors has drawne blood of thy buttocks fort: why boy tis honourable to be whipt for a Prince. I would he would either leaue the Tenniscourt and ply his Booke, or giue me leaue to be no Courtier. I, for ile be sworne thy breech lyes ith Hassard about it, but looke litle Ned, yonder he comes. Some Rubbers for the Prince. Here my good Lord. One take our Rackets, and reach my Cloake, By my faith Marques, you are too hard for me. Your Grace will say so, though ye oer mach . Why ? loyters, and will not ply your booke, and your Tutors has whipt me for it. Alas poore Ned, I am sorrie for it, I'le take the more paynes, and intreat my Tutors for thee: yet in troth, the lectors they read me last night out of Virgill and Oid, I am perfect in: onely I confesse I am something behinde in my Greeke Authors. And for that speech, they haue declynde it vpon his breech.