Udall, Nicholas · published 1562 · first performed or written 1537 [Oct 12-24] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Bokell on this habergyn as fast as thou can And fear for the meeting of neither beast nor man if it were possible for one too shoot an oak This habergyn will defend thee from the stroke Let them throw millstones at the as thick as hail yet the to kill they shall their purpose fail if Maluerne hills should on thy shoulders light They shall not hurt thee, nor suppress thy might If Beves of Hampton, Colburne and Guy Will the assay, set not by them a fly To be brief, this habergyn shall the save Both by land and water, now play the lusty knave When I consider my shoulders that so broad be When the other parts of my body I do behold I verily think that none in chrystente With me to medele dare be so bold Now have at the lions on cotsolde I will neither spare for heat nor for cold Where art thou king Arthur, & the knights of the round table Come, bring forth your horses out of the stable Lo with me to meet they be not able By the mass they had rather were a babble Where art thou Gavin the courteous and Cay the crabbed Here be a couple of knights cowardish and scabbed Appear in thy likeness sir Libeus disconius If thou wilt have my club light onthy hedibus Lo ye may see he heareth not the face With me to try a blow in this place How syrray, approthe sir Lancelot de lake What? run ye away and for fear quake Now he that did the a knight make Thought never that thou any battle shouldest take if thou wilt not come thyself, some other of thy fellows send To battle I provoke them, themself let them defend To, for all the good that ever they see They will not once set hand to fight with me O good lord how broad is my breast And strong with all for hole is my chest He that should meddle with me shall have shrewd rest Behold you my hands, my legs and my feet Every part is strong proportionable and meet Think you that I am not feared in field and street Yes yes god wot, they give me the wall Or else with my club, I make them to fall Back knaves I say to them, then for fear they quake And take me then to the tavern and good cheer me make The proctor and his men I made to run their ways And some went to hide them in broken heys I tell you at a word I set not a turd By none of them all Early and late I will walk And London streets stalk Spite of them great and small For I think verily That none in heaven so high Nor yet in hell so low While I have this club in my hand
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¶ Bokell on this habergyn as fast as thou canne And feare for the metinge of nother beast nor manne yf it were possible for one too shote an oke This habergyn wyll defende thee frome the stroke Let them throwe mylstones at the as thick as haile yet the to kyll they shall their purpose faile yf Maluerue hylles shoulde on thy shoulders light They shall not hurte the, nor suppresse thy mighte Yf Beues of Hampton, Colburne and Guy Will the assaye, set not by them a flye To be briefe, this habergyn shall the saue Bothe by lande and water, nowe playe the lustye knaue ¶ When I consider my shoulders that so brode be When the other partes of my bodye I do beholde I verely thynke that none in chrystente With me to medele dare be so bolde Now haue at the lyons on cotsolde I wyll neyther spare for heate nor for colde Where art thou king Arthur, & the knightes of the rounde table Come, brynge forth your horses out of the stable Lo with me to mete they be not able By the masse they had rather were a bable Where arte thou Gawyn the curtesse and Cay the crabed Here be a couple of knightes cowardishe and scabbed Appere in thy likenesse syr Libeus disconius Yf thou wilt haue my clubbe lyghte onthy hedibus Lo ye maye see he heareth not the face With me to trye a blowe in thys place Howe syrray, approthe syr Launcelot de lake What? renne ye awaie and for feare quake Nowe he that did the a knight make Thought neuer that thou any battaile shouldest take yf yu wilt not come thy self, some other of thy felowes send To battaile I prouoke them, them selfe let them defende To, for all the good that euer they se They wyll not ones set hande to fight with me O good lorde howe brode is my brest And stronge with all for hole is my chest He that should medle with me shall haue shrewde rest Beholde you my handes, my legges and my feete Euery parte is stronge proportionable and mete Thinke you that I am not feared in felde and strete Yes yes god wote, they geue me the wall Or elles with my clubbe, I make them to fall Backe knaues I saye to them, then for feare they quake And take me then to the tauerne and good chere me make The proctoure and his men I made to renne their waies And some wente to hide them in broken heys I tell you at a woorde I set not a torde By none of them al Early and late I wyll walke And London stretes stalke Spyte of them greate and small For I thinke verely That none in heauen so hye Nor yet in hell so lowe Whyle I haue this clubbe in my hande