Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.82 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Stand close Knight, close, And mark this captains humour, his name is Puff, A dreams as a walks, and thinks no woman Sees him but is in love with him. 'twere brave, If some great Lady, through a window spied me, And straight should love me, say she should send, 5000 pound unto my Lodging, And crave my company: with that money, I would make three several cloaks, and line them With black, Crimson, and Tawny three piled velvet, I would eat at Chares Ordinary, and dice At Antony's: then would I keep my whore, In beaten velvet and, have two slaves to tend her. Ha ha ha. What my case of justices, What are you eavesdropping or do you think, Your tawny coats with greasy facings here, Shall carry it? Sir Oliver Smallshanks, Know my name is Puff, Knight, thee have I sought, To fright thee from thy wits. Nay good Sir Puff, We have to many mad men already, How? I tell thee justice Tuchim, not all Thy Bailiffs, Sergeants busy Constables, Defesants, warrants, or thy Mittimuses, Shall save his throat from cutting if he presume, To woe the widow yclept Tafata, She is my wife by oath. Therefore take heed, Let me not catch thee in the widows house, If I do, I'll pick thy head upon my sword, And piss in thy very visnomy, beware, beware. Come there no more, a captain's word, Flies not so fierce as doth his fatal sword, How like you this, shall we endure this thunder, Or go no further. We will on Sir Oliver, We will on, let me alone to touchim, I wonder how my spirit did forbear, To strike him on the face: had this been spoke, Within my Liberties, had died for it. I was about to draw. If you come there, Thy beard shall serve to stuff, those balls by which I get me heat at tennis. Is he gone. I would a durst a stood to this awhile, Well I shall catch him in a narrow room, Where neither of us can flinch; If I do, I'll make him dance a trenchmoor to my sword, Come I'll along with you to the widow. We will not be outbraved, take my word, we'll not be wronged while I can draw a sword. Let the Cotch stay at Show-lane end: be ready, Let the boot stand open, and when she's in: Hurry towards Saint Gyles in the field, As if the Devil himself were wagoner, Now for an arm of oak, and heart of steel, To bear away the wench, to get a wife, A gentlewoman, a maid, nay which is more, An honest maid, and which is most of all, A rich and honest maid: O Ioue Ioue! For a man to wed such a wife as this, Is to dwell in the very suburbs of Heaven, Is she so exquisite.
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Stand close Knight, close, And marke this Captaines humor, his name is Puffe, A dreames as a walkes, and thinkes no woman Sees him but is in loue with him. Twee braue, If some great Lady, through a window spide me, And straight should loue me, say she should send, 5000 pound vnto my Lodging, And craue my company: with that mony, I would make three seuerall cloakes, and line them With blacke, Crimson, and Tawny three pyl'd veluet, I would eate at Chares Ordinary, and dice At Antonies: then would I keepe my whore, In beaten veluet and, haue two slaues to tend her. Ha ha ha. What my case of Iustices, What are you eaues-dropping or doe you thinke, Your tawny coates with gresie facings here, Shall carry it? Sir Oliuer Smal-shankes, Know my name is Puffe, Knight, thee haue I sought, To fright thee from thy wits. Nay good Sir Puffe, We haue to many mad men already, How? I tell thee Iustice Tuchim, not all Thy Baylifes, Sergants busie Constables, Defesants, warrants, or thy Mittimusses, Shall saue his throte from cutting if he presume, To woe the widdow eclipped Tafata, Shee is my wife by oth. Therefore take heed, Let me not catch thee in the widdowes house, If I doe, Ile picke thy head vpon my sword, And pisse in thy very visnomy, beware, beware. Come there no more, a Captains word, Flies not so feirce as doth his fatall sword, How like you this, shall we indure this thunder, Or goe no further. We will on Sir Oluer, We will on, let me aloue to touchim, I wounder how my spirit did forbeare, To strike him on the face: had this beene spoke, Within my Liberties, had dyed for it. I was about to draw. If you come there, Thy beard shall serue to stuffe, those balls by which I get me heat at Tenice. Is he gon. I would a durst a stood to this awhile, Well I shall catch him in a narrow rome, Where neither of vs can flinch; If I do, Ile make him daunce a trenchmoor to my sword, Come Ile along with you to the widdow. We will not be out-braued, take my word, Weele not be wronged while I can draw a sword. Let the Cotch stay at Showlane end: be ready, Let the boote stand open, and when she's in: Hurry towards Saint Gyles in the field, As if the Diuell himselfe were wagoner, Now for an arme of oake, and heart of steele, To bare away the wench, to get a wife, A gentlewoman, a maid, nay which is more, An honest maid, and which is most of all, A rich and honest maid: O Ioue Ioue! For a man to wed such a wife as this, Is to dwell in the very suburbs of Heauen, Is she so exquesite.