Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.75 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Nay he can do't. All supper time, my New-minted knight, made Wine the wagon to his meat, for it ran down his throat so fast, that before my Chambermaid had taken half up, he was not scarce able to stand. A general fault at citizens tables. And I thinking to play upon him, asked him, Sir Fabian Scarecrow quoth I, what pretty Gentlewoman will you raise up now to stal her your Lady? but he like a foul-mouthed man, swore zounds I'll stal never a punk in England. A Lady, there's two many already: O fie Sir Fabian (quoth I) will you call her that shall be your wife such an odious name! and then he sets out a throat & swore again (like a stinking breathed knight as he was) that women were like horse. O filthy knave. They'd break over any hedge to change their pasture, though it were worse: Fie man fie, (says the Gentlewoman.) Very good. And he bristling up his beard to rail at her too, I cut him over the thumbs thus: why sir Fabian Searcrow did I incense my husband to lend you so much money upon your bare word, and do you backbite my friends, and me so our faces! I thought you had had more perseverance; if you bore a Knightly and a degenerous mind you would scorn it: you had wont to be more deformable amongst women: Fie, that you'll be so humoursome: here was Nobody so egregious towards you sir Fabian! and thus in good sadness, I gave him the best words I could pick out to make him ashamed of his doings. And how took he this Correction. Very heavily: for he slept presently upon't: & in the morning was the sorriest Knight, and I warrant is so to this day, that lives by bread in England. To fee what wine and women can do, the one makes a man not to have a word to throw at a Dog, the other makes a man to eat his own words though they were never so filthy. I see these Fiddlers cannot build up their bridge, that some Music may come over us. No faith they are drunk too, what shall's do therefore. Sit up at Cards all night? That's Serning man's fashion. Drink burnt wine and Eggs then? That's an exercise for your suburb wenches. No no, let's set upon our posset and so march to bed, for I begin to wax light with having my Natural sleep puld-out a mine eyes. Agreed: beet so, the sack posset and to bed. What Chamberlain? I must take a pipe of Tobacco. Not here, not here, not here. I'll rather love a man that takes a purse, then him that takes Tobacco. By my little finger I'll break all your pipes, and burn the Case, and the box too, and you draw out your stinking smoke afore me.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay he can doot. All supper time, my New-minted knight, made Wine the waggon to his meat, for it ran downe his throat so fast, that before my Chamber-maid had taken halfe vp, he was not scarce able to stand. A generall fault at Cittizens tables. And I thinking to play vpon him, askt him, Sir Fabian Scarcrow quoth I, what pretty Gentlewoman wil you raise vp now to stal her your Lady? but he like a foul-mouthd man, swore zounds Ile stal neuer a punke in England. A Lady, theres two many already: O fie Sir Fabian (quoth I) will you cal her that shall bee your wife such an odious name! and then he sets out a throat & swore agen (like a stinking breathd knight as he was) that women were like horsse. O filthy knaue. Theyde break ouer any hedge to change their pasture, th it were worse: Fie man fie, (saies the Gentlewoman.) Very good. And he bristling vp his beard to raile at her too, I cut hym ouer the thumbs thus: why sir Fabian Searcrow did I incese my husband to lend you so much mony vpon your bare worde, and doe you backbite my friends, and me so our faces! I thought you had had more perseuerance; if you bore a Knightly and a degenerous mind you would scorne it: you had wont to be more deformable amongst women: Fie, that youle be so humorsome: here was Nobodie so egregious towardes you sir Fabian! and thus in good sadnes, I gaue him the best wordes I coulde picke out to make him ashamd of his doings. And how tooke he this Correction. Verie heauily: for he slept presentlie vpont: & in the morning was the sorriest Knight, and I warrant is so to this daie, that liues by bread in England. To fee what wine and women can do, the one makes a man not to haue a word to throw at a Dogge, the other makes a man to eat his owne words tho they were neuer so filthy. I see these Fiddlers cannot build vp their bridge, that some Musicke may come ouer vs. No faith they are drunke too, what shals do therefore. Sit vp at Cards al night? Thats Serning mans fashion. Drinke burnt wine and Egs then? Thats an exercise for your sub-burbe wenches. No no, lets set vpon our posset and so march to bed, for I begin to wax light with hauing my Natural sleep pldout a mineeies. Agreed: beet so, the sacke posset and to bed. What Chamberlain? I must take a pipe of Tobacco. Not here, not here, not here. Ile rather loue a man that takes a purse, then him that takes Tobacco. By my little finger Ile breake al your pipes, and burne the Case, and the box too, and you drawe out your stinking smoakeafore me.