Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.89 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
O, good Sister! Sister, sir reverence? come away, I say, Hunger drops out at his nose. O Madam, Fair words never hurt the tongue. How say you by that? you come out with your gold ends now! Stay Lady-daughter: good husband. Wife, no man loves his fetters, be they made of gold: I list not ha' my head fastened under my child's girdle; as she has brewed, so let her drink, a God's name: she went witless to wedding, now she may go wisely a-begging. It's but honeymoon yet with her Ladyship; she has Coach horses, Apparel, jewels yet left, she needs care for no friends, nor take knowledge of Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, or anybody: When those are pawned, or spent, perhaps we shall return into the list of her acquaintance. I scorn it i'faith. Come Sin. O Madam, why do you provoke your Father, thus? Nay, nay, e'en let Pride go afore, Shame will follow after, I warrant you. Come, why dost thou weep now? thou art not the first good Cow haste had an ill Calf, I trust. What's the news, with that fellow? Sir, the Knight, and your man quicksilver are without, will you ha' 'em brought in? O by any means. And Son, here's a Chair; appear terrible unto 'em, on the first enter view. Let them behold the melancholy of a Magistrate, and taste the fury of a Citizen in office. Why Sir, I can do nothing to 'em, except you charge 'em with somewhat. I will charge 'em, and recharge 'em, rather than Authority should want foil to set it of. No good Sir, I will not. Son, it is your place; by any means. Believe it, I will not Sir. How Misfortune pursues us still in our misery! Would it had been my fortune, to have been trust up at Wapping, rather than ever ha' come here. Or mine, to have famished in the Island. Must Goulding sit upon us? You might carry an M. under your girdle to Master Deputy's worship. What are those, master Constable? an't please your worship, a couple of Masterless men, I priest for the Low-countries, Sir. Why do you not carry 'em to Bridewell, according to your order, they may be shipped away? An't please your Worship, one of'em says he is a Knight; and we thought good to show him to your worship, for our discharge. Which is he? This Sir. And what's the other? A knight's Fellow Sir, an't please you. What? a Knight, and his Fellow thus accoutred? Where are their Hats and Feathers, their Rapiers, and their Cloaks? O they mock us. Nay truly sir, they had cast both their Feathers, and Hats too, before we see 'em. Here's all their furniture, an't please you, that we found. They say, Knights are now to be known without Feathers, like cockerels by their Spurs, Sir. What are their names, say they?
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O, good Siſter! Siſter, ſir reuerence? come away, I ſay, Hunger drops out at his noſe. O Madam, Faire words neuer hurt the tongue. How ſay you by that? you come out with your golde ends now! Stay Lady-daughter: good husband. Wife, no man loues his fetters, be they made of gold: I liſt not ha' my head faſtned vnder my childs girdle; as ſhe has brew'd, ſo let her drinke, a Gods name: ſhe went witleſſe to wedding, now ſhe may goe wiſely a begging. It's but hony-Moone yet with her Ladiſhip; ſhe has Coach horſes, Apparell, Iewels yet left, ſhe needs care for no friends, nor take knowledge of Father, Mother, Brother, Siſter, or any body: When thoſe are pawn'd, or ſpent, perhaps we ſhall returne into the liſt of her acquaintance. I ſcorne it ifaith. Come Sinne. O Madam, why do you prouoke your Father, thus? Nay, nay, eene let Pride goe afore, Shame wil follow after, I warrant you. Come, why dooſt thou weepe now? thou art not the firſt good Cow haſt had an ill Calfe, I truſt. What's the newes, with that fellow? Sir, the Knight, and your man Quickeſiluer are without, will you ha 'hem brought in? O by any meanes. And Sonne, here's a Chaire; appeare terrible vnto 'hem, on the firſt enter view. Let them behold the melancholy of a Magiſtrate, and taſte the fury of a Citizen in office. Why Sir, I can do nothing to 'hem, except you charge 'hem with ſomwhat. I will charge 'hem, and recharge 'hem, rather then Authority ſhould want foyle to ſet it of. No good Sir, I will not. Sonne, it is your place; by any meanes. Beleeue it, I will not Sir. How Miſfortune purſues vs ſtill in our miſery! Would it had beene my fortune, to haue beene truſt vp at Wapping, rather then euer ha' come here. Or mine, to haue famiſht in the Iland. Muſt Goulding ſit vpon vs? You might carry an M. vnder your girdle to Maiſter Deputis worſhip. What are thoſe, maiſter Conſtable? And't pleaſe your worſhip, a couple of Maiſterleſſe men, I preſt for the Low-countries, Sir. Why do you not cary 'hem to Bridewell, according to your order, they may be ſhipt away? An't pleaſe your Worſhip, one of'hem ſayes he is a Knight; and we thought good to ſhew him to your worſhip, for our diſcharge. Which is he? This Sir. And what's the other? A Knights Fellow Sir, an't pleaſe you. What? a Knight, and his Fellow thus accoutred? Where are their Hattes and Feathers, their Rapiers, and their Cloakes? O they mock vs. Nay truely ſir, they had caſt both their Feathers, and Hattes too, before wee ſee 'hem. Here's all their furniture, an't pleaſe you, that we found. They ſay, Knights are now to be knowne without Feathers, like Cockrels by their Spurres, Sir. What are their names, ſay they?