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 0.86 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Do, do, my daughters thine, my goods, my all, Blessed beginning to my sorrows fall. Where's my Lady? Here. That one so heavenly fair should earthly be, Slave to misfortune, base in luxury. Sir for to please your eye, I am thus quaint, Good faith I am ashamed in myself. How and a woman. Come blaze thy affections to immodesty, And though thy virtues contradict the deed, Be Venus' wanton, smile, with Helen's eye, For I will have it so. I was not so brought up: I shall endeavour, though my cheeks put on sensible die of other bashfulness. Sir your honourable guests are come. Nay then you wrong me most of all, Show not these signs of fear, all's past, And I am dead in old remembrance, Troth I am, forget it, as I do, say on. Coaches so fill the pavements of your door, That scarce can passage give the footmen way, 'tis not amiss you go to meet them sir. Why well said, spoke with courage, & I will, jovial like a bridegroom, Lady you see, They wait on us, and all attend on thee. Worthless I am, but since it is your will, I borrow light from sunshine of your beams, Who glisters so, gives splendour nothing proud, Darkened by fear, half hidden in a cloud. Nay hand in hand in faith Iames pardon me, That dally with the darling of your heart. even so, but little thinking such a thing, Small gain springs from that toil, where industry Sweats in the brows of others victory. Father be mindful, this presuming knight, Plays with the flame, burns in the candlelight, When we shall furnish to disfurnish him, Of what he yet enjoys. Humil, 'tis cunningly contrived, and I attend it. For charity be swift. Place your plate, and pile your vitrial boles Nest upon nest, These for wines and bear, The other tend the call of altering diet, Sirrah, quoth he, we shall fit I trow, Not well, Iames be gone. Sir, you shall pardon me, unless with her being not well. Ha. Think you I will; what leave my country, sir. Upon a slight, a trifle, 'tis more dear to me. Wast not thy promise? Pughe. Pughe. madam, lean on me, I'll bring you to your chamber. Prithee daughter, faith I'm passing ill, Your honour and the rest must bear with us, 'tis nothing usual, a queasy fit. The mother. No, the husband. Good faith I am not woman sick, though woman But earnest ill, clogged at the very stomach with A sudden calm, I fear me 'tis my death. Nurse help to bring her to her closet, do. Excellent fit, supported by tod. Plague on't, shall I be left alone, master make haste? But 'tis my deed, I am author of this shift, he's where he would be now, I'm where I should be too, but not well backed, yes now I am. Besecke ye pardon me.
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Doe, doe, my daughters thine, my goods, my all, Blessed beginning to my sorrowes fall. Wheres my Lady? Here. That one so heauenly faire should earthly be, Slaue to misfortune, bace in luxurie. Sir for to please your eie, I am thus quaint, Good faith I am asham'd in my selfe. How and a woman. Come blaze thy affections to immodesty, And tho thy vertues contradict the deede, Be Venus wanton, smile, with Helens eie, For I will haue it so. I was not so brought vp: I shall endeauor, tho my cheekes put on sensuable die of other bashfulnesse. Sir your honourable guests are come. Nay then you wrong me most of all, Shew not these signes of feare, all's past, And I am dead in old remembrance, Troth I am, forget it, as I doe, say on. Coches so fill the pauements of your dore, That scarce can passage giue the footemen way, Tis not amisse you goe to meete them sir. Why well said, spoke with courage, & I wil, Iouiall like a bridegroome, Lady you see, They waite on vs, and all attend on thee. Worthlesse I am, but since it is your will, I borrowe light from sun-shine of your beames, Who glisters so, giues splendor nothing proud, Dark'ned by feare, halfe hidden in a cloud. Nay hand in hand in faith Iames pardon me, That dally with the darling of your heart. Euen so, but little thinking such a thing, Small gaine springs from that toile, where industry Sweats in the browes of others victorie. Father be mindfull, this presuming knight, Plaies with the flame, burnes in the candle-light, When we shall furnish to disfurnish him, Of what he yet enioies. Humil, tis cunningly contriu'd, and I attend it. For charitie be swift. Place your plate, and pile your vitriall boales Nest vpon nest, These for wines and beare, The other tend the call of altering diet, Sirrha, quoth he, we shall t I trow, Not well, Iames be gone. Sir, you shall pardon me, vnles with her being not well. Ha. Thinke you I will; what leaue my country, sir. Vpon a slight, a trifle, tis more deare to me. Wast not thy promise? Pughe. Pughe. Madame, leane on me, Ile bring you to your chamber. Pre-thee daughter, faith I'me passing ill, Your honour and the rest must beare with vs, Tis nothing vsuall, a queasie fit. The mother. No, the husband. Good faith I am not woman sick, though woman But earnest ill, clog'd at the very stomacke with A sodaine calme, I feare me tis my death. Nurse help to bring her to her closset, do. Excellent fit, supported by tod. Plague on't, shall I be left alone, master make haste? But tis my deede, I am author of this shift, hees where hee would be now, Ime where I should be too, but not wel back't, yes now I am. Besecke ye pardon me.