Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
How? who told you so did lie, Foot, a Gentleman cannot leave the City And keep the suburbs to take a little Physic, But strait some slave will say he hides his head: I hide my head within a Suburb hole, I could have holes at Court to hide my head, Were I but so disposed. Thou varlet knave, thouhast stolen away Sir Iohn Somerfield's heir, But never look for countenance from me, Carry her whether thou wilt. Father, father, 'sheart will you undo your posterity. Will you sir undo your posterity? I can but kill my brother then hang myself, And where is then your house, make me not despair, Foot now I have got a wench, worth by the year Two thousand pound and upwards, to cross my hopes: Would ere a clown in Christendom do't but you. Good Father, let him leave this thundering, And give him grace. Why la, my brother knows Reason, and what an honest man should do. Well, where's your wife. she's coming here behind, I'll give her somewhat, though I love not thee. My father right, I knew you could not hold Out long with a woman, but give something Worthy your gift and her acceptance father, This chain were excellent by this good-light, She shall give you as good if once her lands Come to my fingering. Peace knave, what's she your wife? That shall be sir. And what's he. My man. A Ruffian Knave a is. A Ruffian sir, By heaven, as tall a man as ere drew sword, Not being counted of the damned crew, 'a was her father's Butler, his name is Beard, Of with your Mask, now shall you find me true, And that I am a son unto a Knight, This is my father. I am indeed fair maid, My style is Knight: come let me kiss your lips. That kiss shall cost your chain. It smacks i'faith, I must commend your choice. Sir I have given A longer venture then true modesty Will well allow, or your more graver wit Commend. I dare be sworn she has. Not so, The foolish knave has been accounted wild, And so have I, but I am now come home, And so will he. I must believe it now. Beg his chain wench. will you cheat your father? I by this light will I. Nay sigh not. For you shall find him loving and me thankful. And were it not a scandal to my honour, To be consenting to my sons attempt, You should unto my house, meanwhile take this, As pledge and token of my after love: How long since died your father. Some six weeks since. We cannot stay to talk, for slaves pursue, I have a house shall lodge us till the Priest May make us sure. Well sirrah, love this woman, And when you are man and wife bring her to me, She shall be welcome. I humbly thank you sir. I must be gone, I must a-wooing too.
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How? who told you so did lye, Foote, a Gentleman cannot leaue the Citty And keepe the suburbs to take a little Phisick, But straite some slaue will say he hides his head: I hide my head within a Suburbe hole, I could haue holes at Court to hide my head, Were I but so disposd. Thou varlet knaue, T'hast stolne away Sir Iohn Somerfields heire, But neuer looke for countenance from me, Carry her whether thou wilt. Father, father, Zart will you vndoe your posterity. Will you sir vndoe your posterity? I can but kill my brother then hang my selfe, And where is then your house, make me not dispare, Foote now I haue got a wench, worth by the yeare Two thousand pound and vpwards, to crosse my hopes: Would ere a clowne in Christendom doo't but you. Good Father, let him leaue this thundring, And giue him grace. Why law, my brother knowes Reason, and what an honest man should doe. Well, wheres your wife. Shees comming here behind, Ile giue her some-what, though I loue not thee. My father right, I knew you could not hold Out long with a woman, but giue some-thing Worthy your gift and her acceptance father, This chaine were excellent by this good-light, Shee shall giue you as good if once her lands Come to my fingring. Peace knaue, whats she your wife? That shall be sir. And whats he. My man. A Ruffian Knaue a is. A Ruffian sir, By heauen, as tall a man as ere drew sword, Not being counted of the damned crew, A was her fathers Butler, his name is Beard, Of with your Maske, now shall you finde me true, And that I am a sonne vnto a Knight, This is my father. I am indeed faire maide, My stile is Knight: come let me kisse your lips. That kisse shall cost your chaine. It smacks ifaith, I must commend your choise. Sir I haue giuen A longer venture then true modesty Will well allow, or your more grauer witte Commend. I dare be sworne she has. Not so, The foolish knaue ha's beene accounted wilde, And so haue I, but I am now come home, And so will he. I must beleeue it now. Beg his chaine wench. Wil you cheat your father? I by this light will I. Nay sigh not. For you shall finde him louing and me thankfull. And were it not a scandall to my honour, To be consenting to my sonnes attempt, You should vnto my house, meane while take this, As pledge and token of my after loue: How long since dyed your father. Some six weeks since. We cannot stay to talke, for slaues pursue, I haue a house shall lodge vs till the Priest May make vs sure. Well sirra, loue this woman, And when you are man and wife bring her to me, Shee shall be welcome. I humbly thanke you sir. I must be gone, I must a wooing too.