Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.77 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
No sir no, give me plain courtesy, Drawing on loves white hand a glove of warmth, Not chevril, stretching to such profanation, You overthrow loves deity in this, And putrefy his altars with bad breath. I am a dairy housewife, no such wanton, So easily flattered with far fetched replies. Yet I esteem this worthless person free, And though not fair, yet something fortunate. Hark ye now Latie. Sir cry you mercy. Was a knight, mark you, of English in Wales, welsh blood, and 'tis no mock in en to marry in welsh blood, is it? Sir all the smiles a modest maid, can in this kind make proffer of, are yours, in your fair welcome, blame me not, though his unkindness made me negligent in your kind entertain. Neglect me so. wives unto Citizens are tradesmen's daughters, I am a blood of gentle composition, My mind does equal it, I must be coached. Banqueted everywhere, courted abroad, At home flattered, for my private use, I must have fancies, playfellows, as apes, Monkeys, baboons, muffs, fans, receipts, Costly abiliments of several suits, Will ye give this? 'twill break you sir, And crack your credits fair condition, no, Citizens would, but cannot answer so. Hark you, marry with her, and God dudge me, all is yours, was a knight have land, and a great deal of riches, will maintain you well, say you. This gentleman or this, before a Citizen, you sir pardon me I will ha' none. Then whom you will, call you this modesty to be so waspish? given to slight men off with incivility, give me leave to remember. What you please, all the world except one or two, my eye motes that trouble but my sight. Filbon for me, man else but mere illusion and idolatry, vain worship, images of molten metal, which to dross dissolved, appear as nothing to my judgement, but his worth beyond compare, gentle and suffering as the silent air, that though it brook the buffets of base breath, yet in itself 'tis heavenly, free from earth. Hark you, was knight in house called Sir William Perger. Verger sir? Morris was say true, give a ducat, look you tuck it, is mark, mark you that, and mark is 13 shillings four pence, good current money, and how do you? well, when was sir Robert Morgan, mik you latie, grace a God. You sir. Was I lie pray you? Think you Master Auditor, knew nothing sir. Upon my soul I think it. I did wind him subtly as hounds the game, New got on foot, for instance he lamented oft his sons proceedings, neglecting his own house, lest you in quest of her should search it, believe me sir I tell you what I know. 'tis likely, sons in these doting days Will from their fathers alienate, differ still From loves obedience, and in heart's affection, join hand to hand, though beggary neighbour it, And let them go.
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No sir no, giue me plaine curtesie, Drawing on loues white hand a gloue of warmth, Not cheuerell, stretching to such prophanation, You ouerthrow loues dietie in this, And putrifie his altars with bad breath. I am a dairy huswife, no such wanton, So easily flatter'd with farre fetcht replies. Yet I esteeme this worthlesse person free, And tho not faire, yet something fortunate. Harg ye now Latie. Sir cry you mercie. Was a knight, marg you, of Englise in Wales, welse blood, and tis no mock in en to marrie in welse blood, is it? Sir all the smiles a modest maid, can in this kinde make proffer of, are youres, in your faire welcome, blame me not, though his vnkindnesse made me negligent in your kinde entertaine. Neglect me so. Wiues vnto Citizens are trades-mens daughters, I am a blood of gentle composition, My minde dos equall it, I must be coacht. Banckqueted euery where, courted abroad, At home flattered, for my priuate vse, I must haue fancies, playfellowes, as apes, Monkies, baboones, mufs, fannes, receits, Costly abilliments of seuerall suites, Wil ye giue this? twil breake you sir, And crack your credits faire condition, no, Citizens would, but cannot answere so. Harg you, marry with her, and God dudge me, all is yours, was a knight haue land, and a great deale of rishes, wil maintaine you well, say you. This gentleman or this, before a Citizen, you sir pardon me I wil ha none. Then whom you wil, call you this modestie to be so waspish? giuen to slight men off with inciuillitie, giue me leaue to remember. What you please, all the world except one or two, my eie motes that trouble but my sight. Filbon for me, man else but meere illusion and idolatry, vaine worship, images of molten mettall, which to drosse dissolud, appeare as nothing to my iudgement, but his worth beyond compare, gentle and suffring as the silent aire, that tho it brooke the buffets of base breath, yet in it selfe tis heauenly, free from earth. Harg you, was knight in house cald Sir William Perger. Verger sir? Morris was say true, giue a ducket, looke you tucke it, is marke, marke you that, and marke is 13 shillings foure pence, good currans money, and how doe you? well, whan was sir Robert Morgan, mik you latie, grace a God. You sir. Was I lye pray you? Thinke you Master Auditor, knew nothing sir. Vpon my soule I thinke it. I did winde him subtilly as hounds the game, New got on foote, for instance he lamented oft his sonnes proceedings, neglecting his owne house, lest you in quest of her should search it, beleeue me sir I tell you what I know. Tis likely, sonnes in these doting daies Wil from their fathers alienate, differ stil From loues obedience, and in hearts affection, Ioyne hand to hād, though beggery neighbor it, And let them go.