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 0.88 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
ay but Sir Abra: is no dreaming knight: in short, he contemns you, he scorns you at his heels. By God so he lies, I have the most ado to forbear, but that I would hear a little more. And has sent this halter, you may hang yourself, or you may cut your throat, here's a knife too. Well, I will love him in despite of all, howe'er he uses me, 'tis not the shame Of being examined, or the fear of whipping. Make as if thou wouldst kill thyself. Should move me, would but he vouchsafe his love, Bear him this purse filled with my latest breath. I loved thee Abraham Ninnie, even in death. Hold, hold, thy Knight commands thee for to hold, I sent no halter, poor soul how it pants, Take Courage, look up. Look, Sir Abra: in person comes to see you. Oh, let me die then in his worship's arms. Live long and happy to produce thy Baby, I am thy Knight, and thou shalt be my Lady: Frown Dad, fret Mother, so my love look cheerly, Thou hast my heart, and thou hast bought it dearly, And for your pains, if Abraham live to inherit, He will not be unmindful of your merit; Wear thou this Ring, whilst I thy labours Task, This Purse wear in my Cap, anon i'th' Mask. Oh happy woman. To Supper let's, and merry be as may be. Now God send every wise knight such a Lady. Titles and State d'ye call it: Oh Content! Thou art both beauty, means, and all in marriage: joy dwells not in the PRINCE's Palaces, They that envy 'em do not know their cares, Were I the Queen of Gold, it could not buy An hours ease, for my oppressed heart. Oh, were this Wedlock knot to tie again, Not all the State and glory it contains, joined with my Father's fury, should enforce My rash consent; but Scudmore thou shalt see, This false heart (in my death) most true to thee. My Lord, my Father, all the Company Did note my sudden sadness now at Supper, Yet came I out, and put on feigned mirth, And mean to sit out this nights Revels too, To avoid all suspect may grow in 'em, lest my behaviour should my intent reveal: Our griefs (like love) we hardly can conceal, Yond comes my Sisters: Are the Maskers ready? They are gone to dress themselves, M. Neuil's come I would I had not vowed to live a Maid, I am a little taken with that Gentleman, And yet if Marriage be so full of ill, Let me be married to my Garland still. Introth thy State is happier much than ours, Were never two (like us) unfortunate. Thy case indeed, I needs must pity much, Because I think thy Virtue slandered, But for my Lady Sister, if she reap Sad discontent, 'tis nonce but her own fault, I knew the passages twixt her and Scudmore.
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I but Sir Abra: is no dreaming knight: in short, he contemnes you, he scornes you at his heeles. By God so he lyes, I haue the most adoo to forbeare, but that I would heare a little more. And has sent this halter, you may hang your selfe, or you may cut your throat, heere's a knife too. Well, I will loue him in despight of all, How ere he vses me, tis not the shame Of being examin'd, or the feare of whipping. Make as if thou would'st kill thy selfe. Should moue me, wold but he vouchsafe his loue, Beare him this purse fil'd with my latest breath. I lou'd thee Abraham Ninnie, euen in death. Hold, hold, thy Knight commands thee for to hold, I sent no halter, poore soule how it pants, Take Courage, looke vp. Looke, Sir Abra: in person comes to see you. Oh, let me die then in his worships armes. Liue long and happy to produce thy Baby, I am thy Knight, and thou shalt be my Lady: Frowne Dad, fret Mother, so my loue looke chearely, Thou hast my heart, and thou hast bought it dearely, And for your paines, if Abraham liue to inherit, He will not be vnmindfull of your merit; Weare thou this Ring, whilst I thy labors Taske, This Purse weare in my Cap, anon i'th Maske. Oh happie woman. To Supper let's, and merry be as may be. Now God send euerie wise knight such a Lady. Titles and State de'e call it: Oh Content! Thou art both beauty, meanes, and all in marriage: Ioy dwels not in the Princes Pallaces, They that enuie em do not know their cares, Were I the Queene of Gold, it could not buy An houres ease, for my oppressed heart. Oh, were this Wedlocke knot to tie againe, Not all the State and glorie it containes, Ioyn'd with my Fathers fury, should enforce My rash consent; but Scudmore thou shalt see, This false heart (in my death) most true to thee. My Lord, my Father, all the Companie Did note my sodaine sadnesse now at Supper, Yet came I out, and put on faigned mirth, And meane to sit out this nights Reuels too, To auoide all suspect may grow in em, Least my behauiour should my intent reueale: Our greefes (like loue) we hardly can conceale, Yon comes my Sisters: Are the Maskers ready? They are gone to dresse themselues, M. Neuil's come I would I had not vow'd to liue a Maide, I am a little taken with that Gentleman, And yet if Marriage be so full of ill, Let me be married to my Gyrlond still. Introth thy State is happier much then ours, Were neuer two (like vs) vnfortunate. Thy case indeed, I needs must pitty much, Because I thinke thy Vertue slander'd, But for my Ladie Sister, if she reape Sad discontent, tis nones but her owne fault, I knew the passages twixt her and Scudmore.