1 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody, or The Troubles of Queen Elizabeth · chunk 14 of 23
Heywood, Thomas · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Tanqus Ourus pray what's tanqus Ourus' neighbour. If the priest were here he'd smell it out straight. myself have been a scholar, and I understand What tanquam Ouis means. We sent to know how her Grace did fare, She, tanquam Ouis said, even like a sheep, That's to the slaughter led. Tanqus Ourus, that I should live to see, tanqus Ouris. I shall near love tanquam Ouris again for this trick. Berwick, is this the chair of state. ay sir, this is it. Take it down, and pull of my boots. Come on Sir. O monstrous, what a saucy companion's this? To pull of his boots in the chair of state, I'll fit you a pennyworth for it. Well said Barwick, pull knave. A ha Sir. Well said, now comes. God's pity I think you are down, cry you mercy. What saucy arrant knave art thou, how? Not so saucy an arrant knave as your worship takes me to be. Villain thou hast broken my crupper. I am sorry 'tis no worse for your worship. Knave, dost flout me? The wall, the wall. 'sblood Spaniard you get no wall here, unless you would Have your head and the wall knocked together. signior Cavalero Danglatero, I must have the wall. I do protest, hadst not thou enforced it, I had not regarded it, but since you will needs Have the wall, I'll take the pains to thrust You into the kennel. O base Cavalero, my sword and poniard well Tried in Tolledo, shall give thee the Imbrocado. Marry, and welcome Sir, come on. Holo holo, thou hast given me The canvisado. Come Sir will you any more. signior Cavalero look behind thee, A blade of Tolledo is drawn against thee. Hand that Ignoble groom, Had we not beheld thy cowardice, We should have sworn, Such baseness had not followed us. Oh vostro mandado grand Emperato. Pardon him my Lord. Are you respectless of our honour Lords, That you would have us bosom cowardice, I do protest the great Turks Empire, Shall not redeem thee from a felons death, What place is this my Lords? Charing cross my Liege. Then by this cross, where thou hast done this murder, Thou shalt be hanged, so Lords away with him. Your Grace may purchase glory from above, And entire love from all your people's hearts, To make atonement twixt the woeful Princess, And our dread sovereign, your most virtuous Queen. It were a deed worthy of memory. My Lord she's factious, rather could I wish She were married to some private gentleman, And with her dower conveyed out of the land, Then here to stay and be a mutineer, So may your highness state be more secure. For whilst she lives wars, and commotions, Foul insurrections willbe set abroach, I think 'twere not amiss to take her head: This land would be in quiet, were she dead.
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Tanqus Ovrus pray whats tanqus Ovrus neighbor. If the preist were here hee'd smell it out straight. My selfe haue been a scholler, and I vnderstand What tanquam Ouis meanes. We sent to know how her Grace did fare, Shee, tanquam Ouis said, euen like a sheep, That's to the slaughter led. Tanqus Ovrus, that I should liue to see, tanqus Ovris. I shall nere loue tanquam Ovris againe for this tricke. Barwicke, is this the chayre of state. I sir, this is it. Take it downe, and pull of my boots. Come on Sir. O monstrous, what a sawey companion's this? To pull of his boots in the chayre of state, Ile fit you a penyworth for it. Well sayd Barwick, pull knaue. A ha Sir. Well sayd, now comes. Gods pitty I thinke you are downe, cry you mercy. What saucy arrant knaue art thou, how? Not so sawcy an arrant knaue as your worship takes me to be. Villaine thou hast broken my crooper. I am sorry 'tis no worse for your worship. Knaue, doest flout me? The wall, the wall. Sblood Spaniard you get no wall here, vnlesse you would Haue your head and the wall knockt together. Seignior Caualero Danglatero, I must haue the wall. I do protest, hadst not thou enforst it, I had not regarded it, but since you will needs Haue the wall, Ile take the paynes to thrust You into the kennell. O base Caualero, my sword and ponyard well Try'd in Tolledo, shall giue thee the Imbrocado. Marry, and welcome Sir, come on. Holo holo, thou hast giuen me The Canuissado. Come Sir will you any more. Seignior Caualero looke behint thee, A blade of Tolledo is drawne against thee. Hand that Ignoble groome, Had we not beheld thy cowardice, We should haue sworne, Such basenes had not followed vs. Oh vostro mandado grand Emperato. Pardon him my Lord. Are you respectles of our honor Lords, That you would haue vs bosome cowardice, I do protest the great turkes Empire, Shall not redeeme thee from a fellons death, What place is this my Lords? Charing crosse my Liege. Then by this crosse, where thou hast done this murder, Thou shalt be hang'd, so Lords away with him. Your Grace may purchase glory from aboue, And intyer loue from all your peoples hearts, To make attonement twixt the wofull Princesse, And our dread soueraigne, your most vertuous Queene. It were a deed worthy of memory. My Lord she's factious, rather could I wish She were marryed to some priuat gentleman, And with her dower conuaid out of the land, Then here to stay and be a mutiner, So may your highnes state be more secure. For whilst she liues warres, and commotions, Foule insurrections wilbe set abroch, I thinke 'twere not amisse to take her head: This land would be in quiet, were she dead.