Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.82 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Faith husband and Rafe says true, for they say the King of Portugal cannot sit at his meat, but the Giants & the Elfins will come and snatch it from him, Hold thy tongue, on Rafe. And certainly those Knights are much to be commended, who neglecting their possessions, wander with a Squire and a Dwarf through the Deserts to relieve poor Ladies. I by my faith are they Rafe, let 'em say what they will, they are indeed, our Knights neglect their possessions well enough, but they do not the rest. There are no such courteous and fair well spoken Knights in this age, they will call one the son of a whore, that Palmerin of England, would have called fair sir; and one that Rosicler would have called right beauteous Damsel, they will call damned bitch. I'll be sworn will they Rafe, they have called me so an hundred times about a scurvy pipe of Tobacco. But what brave spirit could be content to sit in his shop with a flappet of wood and a blue apron before him selling mithridate and dragon's water to visited houses, that might pursue feats of Arms, & through his noble achievements procure such a famous history to be written of his heroic prowess. Well said Rafe, some more of those words Rafe. They go finely by my troth. Why should not I then pursue this course, both for the credit of myself and our Company, for amongst all the worthy books of Achievements I do not call to mind that I yet read of a Grocer Errant, I will be the said Knight, have you heard of any, that hath wandered unfurnished of his Squire and Dwarf, my elder Prentice Tim shall be my trusty Squire, and little George my Dwarf, Hence my blue apron, yet in remembrance of my former Trade, upon my shield shall be portrayed, a burning Pestle, and I will be called the Knight o'th' burning Pestle. Nay, I dare swear thou wilt not forget thy old Trade, thou wert ever meek. Anon. My beloved Squire, & George my Dwarf, I charge you that from henceforth you never call me by any other name, but the Right Courteous and Valiant Knight of the burning Pestle, and that you never call any female by the name of a woman or wench, but fair Lady, if she have her desires, if not distressed Damsel, that you call all Forests & Heaths Deserts, and all horses' Palfreys. This is very fine, faith, do the Gentlemen like Rafe, think you, husband? ay, I warrant thee, the Players would give all the shoes in their shop for him. My beloved Squire Tim, stand out, admit this were a Desert, and over it a Knight errant pricking, and I should bid you inquire of his intents, what would you say? Sir, my Master sent me, to know whether you are riding?
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Faith husband and Rafe saies true, for they say the King of Portugall cannot sit at his meate, but the Giants & the Ettins will come and snatch it from him, Hold thy tongue, on Rafe. And certainely those Knights are much to be commended, who neglecting their possessions, wander with a Squire and a Dwarfe through the Desarts to relieue poore Ladies. I by my faith are they Rafe, let 'em say what they will, they are indeed, our Knights neglect their possessions well enough, but they do not the rest. There are no such courteous and faire well spoken Knights in this age, they will call one the sonne of a whore, that Palmerin of England, would haue called faire sir; and one that Rosicler would haue cal'd right beauteous Damsell, they will call dam'd bitch. I'le besworne will they Rafe, they haue cal'd mee so an hundred times about a scuruy pipe of Tobacco. But what braue spirit could be content to sit in his shop with a flappet of wood and a blew apron before him selling Methridatum and Dragons water to visited houses, that might pursue feats of Armes, & through his noble atchieuments procure such a famous history to be written of his heroicke prowesse. Well said Rafe, some more of those words Rafe. They go finely by my troth. Why should not I then pursue this course, both for the credit of my selfe and our Company, for amongst all the worthy bookes of Atchieuements I doe not call to minde that I yet read of a Grocer Errant, I will be the said Knight, haue you heard of any, that hath wandred vnfurnished of his Squire and Dwarfe, my elder Prentice Tim shall be my trusty Squire, and little George my Dwarfe, Hence my blew Aporne, yet in remembrance of my former Trade, vpon my shiled shall be purtraide, a burning Pestle, and I will be cal'd the Knight oth burning Pestle. Nay, I dare sweare thou wilt not forget thy old Trade, thou wert euer meeke. Anon. My beloued Squire, & George my Dwarfe, I charge you that from hence-forth you neuer call me by any other name, but the Right Courteous and Valiant Knight of the burning Pestle, and that you neuer call any female by the name of a woman or wench, but faire Ladie, if she haue her desires, if not distressed Damsell, that you call all Forrests & Heaths Desarts, and all horses Palfries. This is very fine, faith, do the Gentlemen like Rafe, thinke you, husband? I, I warrant thee, the Plaiers would giue all the shooes in their shop for him. My beloued Squire Tim, stand out, admit this were a Desart, and ouer it a Knight errant pricking, and I should bid you inquire of his intents, what would you say? Sir, my Maister sent me, to know whether your are riding?