Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
How? Lousy knave, Are we not English bred? You're a coward Rogue, That dares not look a Kitling in the face, If she but stare or mew. My patience yet is great: Do you bandy troops, by Dis I will be Knight, Wear a blue coat on great Saint George's day, And with my fellows drive you all from Paul's For this attempt. Will you yet gee up, I must lash you to it, By Pluto, Gentlemen, To do you pleasure, and to make you sport, I'll do't. Come get up then quick. I'll dress you sir. By Ioue 'tis not for fear, But for a love I bear unto these tricks, That I perform it. Hold up your snout sir, Sit handsomely, by heaven, sir you must do it, Come boy. No by this good light, I'll play Him that goes with the motions. where's the Cap. Gentlemen? Stand back boy, and be a spectator, Gentlemen You shall see the strange nature of an outlandish beast, That has but two legs, bearded like a man, nosed like a Goose, and tongued like a woman, Lately brought from the land of Catita, A beast of much understanding, were it not given Too much to the love of Venery: do I not do it well? Admirably. Remember noble Captain, You skip when I shall shake my whip. Now sit, What can you do for the great Turk? What can you do for the Pope of Rome? Hark, he stirreth not, he moveth not, he waggeth not, What can you do for the town of Geneva sirrah? Sure this baboon is a great Puritan. Is not this strange. Not a whit by this light, Banks his horse and he were taught both in a stable. O rare. zounds I'll first be damned, shall sport be laughed at; by Dis, by Pluto, and great Proserpine, My fatal blade once drawn, falls but with death, Yet if you'll let me go, I vow by Ioue, No widow, maid, wife, punk, or Cockatrice, Shall make me haunt your ghosts. 'Twill not serve sir, You must show more. I'll first be hanged and damned. Foot can a jump so well. Is a so quick? I hope the slave will haunt no more the widow, As for that take no care, for by this light she'll not have thee. Not have me? No not have thee, By this hand, flesh, and blood, she is resolved To make my father a most fearful Cuckold, And he's resolved to save his soul by her. How by her? Thus, all old men which marry Young wives, shall questionless be saved, For while theyare young, they keep other men's wives, And when theyare old, they keep wives for other men, And so by satisfaction procure salvation. Why thou dejected tail of a Crab, Does not the fair Constantia Somerfield Dote on thy filthy face; and wilt thou wed A wanton widow? what canst thou see To dote on her.
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How? Lowsie knaue, Are wee not English bred? Y'are a coward Roague, That dares not looke a Kitling in the face, If she but stare or mew. My patience yet is great: Doe you bandie troopes, by Dis I will be Knight, Weare a blew coate on great Saint Georges day, And with my fellowes driue you all from Paules For this attempt. Will you yet gee vp, I must lash you to it, By Pluto, Gentlemen, To doe you pleasure, and to make you sport, Ile do't. Come get vp then quick. Ile dresse you sir. By Ioue 'tis not for feare, But for a loue I beare vnto these tricks, That I performe it. Hold vp your snout sir, Sit handsomly, by heauen, sir you must do it, Come boy. No by this good light, Ile play Him that goes with the motions. Wher's the Cap. Gentlemen? Stand back boy, and be a spectator, Gentlemen You shall see the strange nature of an out-landish beast, That ha's but two legs, bearded like a man, Nosd like a Goose, and toungd like a woman, Lately brought from the land of Catita, A beast of much vnderstanding, were it not giuen Too much to the loue of Venery: do I not do it well? Admirably. Remember noble Captaine, You skip when I shall shake my whip. Now sit, What can you doe for the great Turke? What can you doe for the Pope of Rome? Harke, he stirreth not, he moueth not, he waggeth not, What can you do for the towne of Geneua sirra? Sure this Baboune is a great Puritane. Is not this strange. Not a whit by this light, Bankes his horse and hee were taught both in a stable. O rare. Zounes Ile first be dam'nd, shall sport Bee laught at; by Dis ▪ by Pluto, and great Proserpine, My fatall blade once drawne, falls but with death, Yet if youle let me goe, I vow by Ioue, No widdow, maide, wife, punke, or Cockatrice, Shall make me haunt your goasts. 'Twill not serue sir, You must shew more. Ile first be hangd and damn'd. Foote can a iumpe so well. Is a so quick? I hope the slaue will haunt no more the widdow, As for that take no care, for by this light Sheele not haue thee. Not haue me? No not haue thee, By this hand, flesh, and bloud, she is resolu'd To make my father a most fearefull Cuckold, And he's resolu'd to saue his soule by her. How by her? Thus, all old men which marry Young wiues, shall questionlesse be sau'd, For while th'are young, they keepe other mens wiues, And when th'are old, they keepe wiues for other men, And so by satisfaction procure saluation. Why thou deiected taile of a Crab, Does not the faire Constantia Somerfield Doate on thy filthy face; and wilt thou wed A wanton widdow? what canst thou see To doate on her.