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 0.80 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Or may not some old Usurer be drunk overnight, with a Bag of money, and leave it behind him on a Stall? for Godsake, Sin, let's rise tomorrow by break of day, and see. I protest law, If I had as much money as an Alderman, I would scatter some on't, i'th' streets for poor Ladies to find, when their Knights were laid up. And, now I remember my Song o'the Golden shower, why may not I have such a fortune? I'll sing it, and try what luck I shall have after it. Fond Fables tell of old, How love in Danae's lap Fell in a shower of Gold, By which she caught a clap; O, had it been my hap, (howe'er the blow doth threaten) So well I like the play, That I could wish all day And night to be so beaten. O, here's my Mother! good luck, I hope. Ha' you brought any money, Mother? Pray you Mother, your Blessing. Nay, sweet Mother, do not weep. God bless you; I would I were in my Grave. Nay, dear Mother, can you steal no more money from my father? dry your eyes, & comfort me. Alas, it is my knight's fault, and not mine, that I am in a Waistcoat, and attired thus simply. Simply? 'tis better than thou deserv'st. Never whimper for the matter. Thou shouldst have looked, before thou hadst leapt. Thou wert afire to be a Lady, and now your ladyship and you may both blow at the Coal, for aught I know. Self do, self have. The hasty person never wants woe, they say. Nay then Mother, you should ha' looked to it; A body would think you were the older: I did but my kind, l. He was a Knight, and I was fit to be a Lady. 'tis not lack of lying, but lack of living, that severs us. And you talk like yourself and a citiner in this, i'faith. You show what Husband you come on iwis. You smell the Touchstone. He that will do more for his daughter, that he has married a scurvy Gold-end man, and his Prentice, than he will for his tother Daughter, that has wedded a Knight, and his Customer. By this light, I think he is not my legitimate Father. O good Madam, do not take up your mother so. Nay, nay, let her cene alone. Let her ladyship grieve me still, with her bitter taunts and terms. I have not dole enough to see her in this miserable case, l? without her Velvet gowns, without Ribbons, without jewels, without French-wires, or Cheat bread, or Quails, or a little Dog, or a Gentleman Usher, or any thing indeed, that's fit for a Lady.— Except her tongue. And I not able to relieve her neither, being kept so short, by my husband. Well, God knows my heart. I did little think, that ever she should have had need of her sister Golding.
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Or may not ſome olde Vſurer bee drunke ouer-night, with a Bagge of money, and leaue it behinde him on a Stall? for God-ſake, Syn, let's riſe to morrow by breake of day, and ſee. I proteſt law, If I had as much money as an Alderman, I would ſeatter ſome on't, i'th'ſtreetes for poore Ladyes to finde, when their Knights were layd vp. And, nowe I remember my Song o'the Golden ſhowre, why may not I haue ſuch a fortune? Ile ſing it, and try what luck I ſhall haue after it. Fond Fables tell of olde, How loue in Danaes lappe Fell in a ſhowre of Gold, By which ſhee caught a clappe; O, had it beene my hap, (How ere the blow doth threaten) So well I like the play, That I could wiſh all day And night to be ſo beaten. O, heer's my Mother! good lucke, I hope. Ha' you brought any money, Mother? Pray you Mother, your Bleſſing. Nay, ſweet Mother, doe not weepe. God bleſſe you; I would I were in my Graue. Nay, deare Mother, can you ſteale no more money from my father? dry your eyes, & comfort me. Alas, it is my Knights fault, and not mine, that I am in a Waſt-coate, and attyred thus ſimply. Simply? Tis better then thou deſeru'ſt. Neuer whimper for the matter. Thou ſhouldſt haue look'd, before thou hadſt leap't. Thou wert a fire to be a Lady, and now your Ladiſhippe and you may both blowe at the Cole, for ought I know. Selfe doe, ſelfe haue. The haſtie perſon neuer wants woe, they ſay. Nay then Mother, you ſhould ha loook'd to it; A bodie would thinke you were the older: I did but my kinde, l. He was a Knight, and I was fit to be a Lady. Tis not lacke of liking, but lacke of liuing, that ſeuers vs. And you talke like your ſelfe and a Cittiner in this, yfaith. You ſhew what Husband you come on Iwys. You ſmell the Touch-stone. He that will doe more for his daughter, that he has marryed a ſciruie Gold-end man, and his Prentiſe, then he will for his t'other Daughter, that has wedded a Knight, and his Cuſtomer. By this light, I thinke hee is not my legittimate Father. O good Madam, doe not take vp your mother ſo. Nay, nay, let her cene alone. Let her Ladiſhippe grieue me ſtill, with her bitter taunts and termes. I haue not dole inough to ſee her in this miſerable caſe, l? without her Veluet gownes, without Ribbands, without Iewels, without French-wires, or Cheat bread, or Quailes, or a little Dog, or a Genttleman Vſher, or any thing indeed, that's fit for a Lady.— Except her tongue. And I not able to releiue her neither, being kept ſo ſhort, by my husband. Well, God knowes my heart. I did little thinke, that euer ſhee ſhould haue had need of her ſiſter Golding.