Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.80 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
He speaks like a Bachelor of music all in Numbers; knights if I had known you would have let this covy of Partridges sit thus long upon their knees under my sign post, I would have spread my door with old Coverlids. Well sir, for this your sign was removed, was it? Faith we followed the directions of the devil, Master Peter Fabell and Smug, Lord bless us, could never stand upright since. You sir, 'twas you was his minister that married them. Sir to prove myself an honest man, being that I was last night in the forest stealing Venison; now sir to have you stand my friend, if that matter should be called in question, I married you daughter to this worthy gentleman. I may chance to requite you, and make your neck crack for't. If you do, I am as resolute as my Neighbour vicar of Waltham abbey: ahem, Grass and hay, we are all mortal, Let's live till we be hanged mine host, And be merry and there's an end. Now knights I enter, now my part begins. To end this difference, know, at first I knew What you intended, ere your love took flight, From old Mountchensey: you sir Arthur Clare, Were minded to have married this sweet beauty, To young Frank Ierningham; to cross which match, I used some pretty sleights, but I protest Such as but sat upon the skirts of Art, No conjurations, nor such weighty spells, As tie the soul to their performancy: These for his love who once was my dear pupil, Have I effected: now methinks 'tis strange, That you being old in wisdom should thus knit, Your forehead on this match; since reason fails, No law can curb the lovers rash attempt, Years in resisting this are sadly spent: Smile then upon your daughter and kind son, And let our toil to future ages prove, The devil of Edmonton did good in Love. Well 'tis in vain to cross the providence: Dear Son, I take thee up into my heart, Rise daughter, this is a kind father's part. Why Sir George send for spindle's noise, presently, Ha, ere t be night, i'll serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Grass and hay, mine host, let's live till we die, and be merry and there's an end. What, is breakfast ready mine Host? 'tis my little Hebrew. Sirrah ride straight to Cheshunt nunnery. Fetch thence my Lady, the house I know, By this time misses their young votary: Come knights let's in. I will to horse presently sir; a plague a my Lady, I shall miss a good breakfast. Smug how chance you cut so plaguely behind Smug? Stand away; i'll founder you else. Farewell Smug, thou art in another element. I will be by and by, I will be Sir George again, Take heed the fellow do not hurt himself. Did we not last night find two S. George's here. Yes Knights, this martialist was one of them. Then thus conclude your night of merriment.
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He speakes like a Batchelor of musicke all in Numbers; knights if I had knowne you would haue let this couy of Partridges sit thus long vpon their knees vnder my signe post, I would haue spred my dore with old Couerlids. Well sir, for this your signe was remoued, was it? Faith wee followed the directions of the deuill, Master Peter Fabell and Smug, Lord blesse vs, could neuer stand vpright since. You sir, twas you was his minister that married them. Sir to proue my selfe an honest man, being that I was last night in the forrest stealing Venison; now sir to haue you stand my friend, if that matter should bee calld in question, I married you daughter to this worthy gentleman. I may chaunce to requite you, and make your necke crack for't. If you doe, I am as resolute as my Neighbour vicar of Waltham Abby: a hem, Grasse and hay, wee are all mortall, Lets liue till we be hangd mine host, And be merry and theres an end. Now knights I enter, now my part begins. To end this difference, know, at first I knew What you intended, ere your loue tooke flight, From old Mountchensey: you sir Arthur Clare, Were minded to haue married this sweete beauty, To yong Franke Ierningham; to crosse which match, I vsde some pretty sleights, but I protest Such as but sate vpon the skirts of Art, No coniurations, nor such weighty spells, As tie the soule to their performancy: Theese for his loue who once was my deere puple, Haue I effected: now mee thinks tis strange, That you being old in wisedome should thus knit, Your forehead on this match; since reason failes, No law can curbe the louers rash attempt, Yeares in resisting this are sadly spent: Smile then vpon your daughter and kind sonne, And let our toyle to future ages proue, The deuill of Edmonton did good in Loue. Well tis in vaine to crosse the prouidence: Deere Sonne, I take thee vp into my hart, Rise daughter, this is a kind fathers part. Why Sir George send for Spindles noise, presently, Ha, er t be night, ile serue the good Duke of Norfolke. Grasse and hay, mine host, lets liue till we die, and be mery and ther s an end. What, is breakfast ready mine Host? Tis my little Hebrew. Sirra ride strait to Chesson Nunry. Fetch thence my Lady, the house I know, By this time misses their yong votary: Come knights lets in. I will to horse presentlye sir; a plague a my Lady, I shall misse a good breakfast. Smug how chaunce you cut so plaguely behind Smug? Stand away; ile founder you else. Farewell Smug, thou art in another element. I will be by and by, I will be Sir George againe, Take heed the fellow do not hurt himselfe. Did we not last night find two S. Georges here. Yes Knights, this martialist was one of them. Then thus conclude your night of meriment.