Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.92 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Pray you, let's see, sir. What is here? notandum, A rat had gnawn my spurre-lethers; notwithstanding, I put on new, and did go forth: but, first, I threw three beans over the threshold. Item, I went, and bought two toothpicks, whereof one I burst, immediately, in a discourse With a dutch merchant, 'bout ragion del stato. From him I went, and paid a moccinigo, For piecing my silk stockings; by the way, I cheapened sprats: and at St. MARKS, I urined. i'faith these are politic notes! Sir, I do slip No action of my life, thus, but I quote it. Believe me it is wise! Nay, sir, read forth. WHere should this loose knight be, trow? sure, he's housed. Why, then he's fast. ay, he plays both, with me: I pray you, stay. This heat will do more harm To my complexion, than his heart is worth. (I do not care to hinder, but to take him) How it comes of! My master's yonder. Where? With a young gentleman. That same's the party! In man's apparel. Pray you, sir, jog my knight: I will be tender to his reputation, however he demerit. My lady! Where? 'Tis she indeed, sir, you shall know her. She is, Were she not mine, a lady of that merit, For fashion, and behaviour; and, for beauty I durst compare— It seems, you are not jealous, That dare commend her. Nay, and for discourse— Being your wife, she cannot miss that. Madame, Here is a gentleman, 'pray you, use him, fairly, He seems a youth, but he is— None? Yes, one Has put his face, as soon, into the world— You mean, as early? but today? How's this! Why in this habit, sir, you apprehend me. Well, master WOULD-BEE, this doth not become you; I had thought, the odour, sir, of your good name, Had been more precious to you; that you would not Have done this dire massacre, on your honour; One of your gravity, and rank, besides! But, knights, I see, care little for the oath They make to ladies: chiefly, their own ladies. Now, by my spurs (the symbol of my knighthood) Lord! how his brain is humbled, for an oath) I reach you not. Right, sir, your polity May bear it through, thus. Sir, a word with you. I would be loath, to contest publicly, With any gentlewoman; or to seem Froward, or violent (as the courtier says) It comes too near rusticity, in a lady, Which I would shun, by all means: and, however I may deserve from master WOULD-BEE, yet, T'have one fair gentlewoman, thus, be made Th'unkind instrument, to wrong another, And one she knows not, ay, and to persever; In my poor judgement, is not warranted From being a solecism in our sex, If not in manners. How is this! Sweet madame, Come nearer to your aim. marry, and will, sir. Since you provoke me, with your impudence, And laughter of your light land-siren, here, Your SPORUS, your hermaphrodite—
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'Pray you, let's see, sir. What is here? notandum, A rat had gnawne my spurre-lethers; notwithstanding, I put on new, and did goe forth: but, first, I threw three beanes ouer the threshold. Item, I went, and bought two tooth-pickes, whereof one I burst, immediatly, in a discourse With a dutch merchant, 'bout ragion del stato. From him I went, and payd a moccinigo, For peecing my silke stockings; by the way, I cheapen'd sprats: and at St. MARKES, I vrin'd. 'Faith these are politique notes! Sir, I do slippe No action of my life, thus, but I quote it. Beleeue me it is wise! Nay, sir, read forth. WHere should this loose knight be, trow? sure, h'is hous'd. Why, then he's fast. I, he plaies both, with me: I pray you, stay. This heate will doe more harme To my complexion, then his heart is worth. (I do not care to hinder, but to take him) How it comes of! My master's yonder. Where? With a yong gentleman. That same's the party! In mans apparell. 'Pray you, sir, iog my knight: I will be tender to his reputation, How euer he demerit. My lady! Where? 'Tis shee indeed, sir, you shall know her. She is, Were she not mine, a lady of that merit, For fashion, and behauiour; and, for beauty I durst compare— It seemes, you are not iealous, That dare commend her. Nay, and for discourse— Being your wife, shee cannot misse that. Madame, Here is a gentleman, 'pray you, vse him, fairely, He seemes a youth, but he is — None? Yes, one Has put his face, as soone, into the world— You meane, as earely? but to day? How's this! Why in this habit, sir, you apprehend me. Well, master WOVLD-BEE, this doth not become you; I had thought, the odour, sir, of your good name, Had beene more precious to you; that you would not Haue done this dire massacre, on your honour; One of your grauity, and ranke, besides! But, knights, I see, care little for the oath They make to ladies: chiefely, their owne ladies. Now, by my spurres (the symbole of my knight-hood) Lord! how his braine is humbled, for an oath) I reach you not. Right, sir, your politie May beare it through, thus. Sir, a word with you. I would be loth, to contest publikely, With any gentlewoman; or to seeme Froward, or violent (as the courtier sayes) It comes too neere rusticity, in a lady, Which I would shun, by all meanes: and, how-euer I may deserue from master WOVLD-BEE, yet, T'haue one faire gentlewoman, thus, be made Th'vnkind instrument, to wrong another, And one she knowes not, I, and to perseuer; In my poore iudgement, is not warranted From being a soloecisme in our sexe, If not in manners. How is this! Sweet madame, Come neerer to your ayme. Mary, and will, sir. Since you prouoke me, with your impudence, And laughter of your light land-siren, here, Your SPORVS, your hermaphrodite—