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 0.82 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Sir I am free then from your fear. I good sir Henry I was wrong informed, I am your patron in all love. Long may ye line, so sir I find you gentle, And a good benefactor to poor scholars, We ha' few such, many we rather have, That sell the Church rights, then maintain them, And in my next stanza, I shall tickle them. Speak conscience and no more. Nay as for that sir pardon me, I seldom exercise without that thought, What my text leads me to, I will pronounce, maugre the devil of judgement. Soft. Bless you gallant knight, a merchant sir, Of London am I, my estate secure, and so it please you covet this fair maid in marriage, nothing else. Know you him Sir Rafe? Not well sir, but by guess, he is indifferent rich, has broke three times, made his head hole by means, & that say I, as this world shapes, is secure policy, what think you sir? I do not think it so, though common practice finds it furthering shifts, do the devil resemble, & bankrupt baseness makes good credit tremble, like it not. Please you Aunt, harg you now, knight was love this virgin, and God will, must make her wife, shall be her laty, go in Wales, great worship God willing. O know this knight, he was created other day. Sir Rober Morgan, o sir, such a one, whose reputation reacheth to the best, merits a good conjunction, were't my daughter, she should have him, o beware when majesty shines in a man's estate. They long stand firm, spread wide regenerate And though base borne, yet honour makes them swell, Like clustered grapes, till mature sweetness brings, Lussio us conclusion. I have some mind to him, sir you receive Kind welcome, let it store your thoughts with Those sweet motions lovers wish to enjoy, she may, perchance, all things concluded on, before ye. Was aclad man, Morris fetch trunk of 'parel was lie here a four week, will not out now. Was welcome, plague on you, was love ye. Sir, as for you, being city proud, my daughter's look sits on a courtier's brow, what sayst my girl? O sir, a Courtier on my life, I love to sit up late, Lie long i'th' morning, rot with sweet meats, and To play at shuttlecock, methinks the games now In my arms, in any hand a courtier's wife and Why not? his black jet shows best about Beauty's neck, and I am proud of such A suitor, if I understand not his welsh, like A good piece of ordinance, I shall lie fast upon the Bulwark, and discharge my obedient English Must be a Lady sir. Yet welcome sir, let it not grieve you. signor no, you're welcome to the wife I woo, And mistress, might I be the man to strike the stroke. You, or else none, sir Henry.
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Sir I am free then from your feare. I good sir Henry I was wrong inform'd, I am your parron in all loue. Long may ye line, so sir I find you gentle, And a good benefactor to poore schollers, We ha few such, many we rather haue, That sell the Church rights, then maintaine them, And in my next stanze, I shall tickle them. Speake conscience and no more. Nay as for that sir pardon me, I seldome exercise without that thought, What my text leads me to, I wil pronounce, Mauger the diuel of iudgement. Soft. Blesse you gallant knight, a marchant sir, Of London am I, my estate secure, and so it please you couet this faire maid in marriage, nothing else. Know you him Sir Rafe? Not well sir, but by guesse, he is indifferent rich, has broke three times, made his head hole by meanes, & that say I, as this world shapes, is secure policie, what think you sir? I doe not thinke it so, though common practise finds it furthering shifts, doe the diuel resemble, & banckrout bacenesse makes good credit tremble, like it not. Plese you Aunt, harg you now, knight was loue this firgin, and God wil, must make her wife, shall be her laty, go in Wales, great worship God willing. O know this knight, he was created tother day. Sir Rober Morgan, ô sir, such a one, whose reputation reacheth to the best, merits a good coniunction, wer't my daughter, she should haue him, ô beware when maiesty shines in a mans estate. They long stand firme, spread wide regenerate And though base borne, yet honour makes them swell, Like clusterd grapes, till mature sweetnes brings, Lussio us conclusion. I haue some mind to him, sir you receiue Kind welcome, let it store your thoughts with Those sweet motions louers wish to enioy, she may, perchance, all things concluded on, befor ye. Was a clad man, Morris fetch trunck of parrel was lye here a foure weeke, will not out now. Was welcome, plague on you, was loue ye. Sir, as for you, being citty proud, my daughters looke sits on a Courtiers brow, what saist my girle? O sir, a Courtier on my life, I loue to sit vp late, Ly long it'h morning, rot with sweete meates, and To play at shuttle-cock, me thinkes the games now In my narmes, in any hand a Courtiers wife and Why not? his black iet shewes best about Beauties necke, and I am proude of such A suter, if I vnderstand not his welche, like A good peece of ordnance, I shall ly fast vpon the Bulwarke, and discharge my obedient English Must be a Lady sir. Yet welcome sir, let it not grieue you. Signior no, you'r welcome to the wife I wooe, And mistres, might I be the man to strike the stroke. You, or else none, sir Henry.