Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.83 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
God's precious: Save you Mistress Wagtail. Sweet M. Pendant. Gentlemen, I desire your better acquaintance, you must pardon my Father, he's somewhat rude, rude, & my Mother grossly brought up, as you may perceive. Young M. Abraham, cry ye mercy Sir. Your Lordship's poor friend, & Sir Abra: Ninny The Dubadub of Honour, piping hot, Doth lie upon my worship's shoulder blade. Indeed my Lord, with much cost and labour, we have got him Knighted; and being Knighted, under favour my Lord, let me tell ye, he'll prove a sore Knight as ere run at Ring. He is the one and only Ninnie of our house. He has cost us something ere he came to his: Hold up your head Sir Abraham. Pish, pish, pish, pish. d'ye hear how. Oh, my Lord. I had well hoped she could not have spoke, she is so fat. Long mayst thou wear thy Knights-hood, & thy spurs Prick thee to Honour on, and prick off Curs. Sir Abraham thanks your Honour; and I hope, your Lordship will consider the simplicity of Parents, a couple of old fools my Lord, and I pray so take 'em. Ha, ha, ha. I must be feign to excuse you here, you'll needs be coming abroad with me; if I had no more wit than you now we should be finely laughed at. by’r lady his worship says well wise, we'll trouble him no longer; with your honours leave, I'll in and see my old friend Sir Iohn, your Father that shall be. I'll in to, and see if your Bride need no dressing. 'sfoot as much as a Triple I think, haste them I pray. Captain, what think'st thou of such a woman in a long Sea Voyage, where there were a dearth of Victuals? Venison my Lord, Venison. i'faith my Lord, such Venison as a Bear is. Heart, she looks like a black Bumbard, with a pint pot waiting upon it. What Countrymen, were your Ancestors S. Abra. Countrymen, they were no Countrymen, I scorn it, they were Gentlemen all, My Father is a Ninnie, and my Mother was a Hammer. You should be a Knocker then by the Mother's side. I pray my Lord, what is yond Gent. he looks so like a Sarazen, that as I am a Christian I cannot endure him. Take heed what you say Sir, he's a Soldier. If you cross him, he'll blow you up with Gunpowder In good faith, he looks as if he had had a hand in the treason, I'll take my leave. Nay good Sir Abraham, you shall not leave us. My Lord shall be your warrant. My Lord shall be my warrant: Troth I do not see that a lord's warrant is better than any other man's, unless it be to lay one by the heels. I shall stay here, and ha' my head broke; and then I ha' my mends in my own hands, and then my Lords warrant will help me to a plaster, that's all.
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Gods precious: Saue you Mistris Wagtaile. Sweet M. Pendant. Gentlemen, I desire your better acquaintance, you must pardon my Father, hee's somewhat rude, rude, & my Mother grosly brought vp, as you may perceiue. Yong M. Abraham, cry ye mercie Sir. Your Lordships poor friend, & Sir Abra: Ninny The Dubadub of Honor, piping hot, Doth lye vpon my Worships shoulder blade. Indeed my Lord, with much cost and labour, wee haue got him Knighted; and being Knighted, vnder fauor my Lord, let me tell ye, hee'le proue a sore Knight as ere run at Ring. He is the one and onely Ninnie of our house. He has cost s something ere he came to his: Hold vp your head Sir Abraham. Pish, pish, pish, pish. De'e heare how. Oh, my Lord. I had well hop'd she could not haue spoke, she is so fat. Long maist thou wear thy Knights-hood, & thy spurs Pricke thee to Honor on, and pricke off Curs. Sir Abraham thankes your Honour; and I hope, your Lordship will consider the simplicity of Parents, a couple of old fooles my Lord, and I pray so take em. Ha, ha, ha. I must be faine to excuse you heere, you'le needs be comming abroad with mee; if I had no more wit then you now we should be finely laugh'd at. Berlady his worship saies well wise, wee'le troble him no longer; with your Honors leaue, Ile in and see my old friend Sir Iohn, your Father that shall be. Ile in to, and see if your Bride need no dressing. Sfut as much as a Triple I thinke, hast them I pray. Captain, what think'st thou of such a woman in a long Sea Voyage, where there were a dearth of Victuals? Venison my Lord, Venison. I faith my Lord, such Venison as a Beare is. Hart, she lookes like a blacke Bumbard, with a pint pot waiting vpon it. What Countrimen, were your Ancestors S. Abra. Countrimen, they were no Countrimen, I scorne it, they were Gentlemen all, My Father is a Ninnie, and my Mother was a Hammer. You should be a Knocker then by the Mothers side. I pray my Lord, what is yon Gent. he looks so like a Sarazen, that as I am a Christian I cannot endure him. Take heed what you say Sir, hee's a Soldier. If you crosse him, hee'l blow you vp with Gunpowder In good faith, he lookes as if he had had a hand in the treason, Ile take my leaue. Nay good Sir Abraham, you shall not leaue vs. My Lord shall be your warrant. My Lord shall be my warrant: Troth I doo not see that a Lords warrant is better then any other mans, vnlesse it bee to lay one by the heeles. I shall stay heere, and ha my head broake; and then I ha my mends in my owne hands, and then my Lords warrant will helpe me to a plaister, that's all.