Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.85 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
This young Iasper will prove me another Things, a my conscience and he may be suffered; George, dost not see George how a swaggers, and flies at the very heads a fokes as he were a Dragon; well if I do not do his lesson for wronging the poor Gentleman, I am no true woman, his friends that brought him up might have been better occupied, I wis, then ha' taught him these fegaries, he's e'en in the highway to the gallows, God bless him. You're too bitter, conny, the young man may do well enough for all this. Come hither Master Humphrey, has he hurt you? now beshrew his fingers for't, here sweet heart, here's some green ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart but a has peppernel in's head, as big as a pullet's egg, alas sweet lamb, how thy temples beat; take the peace on him sweet heart, take the peace on him. No, no, you talk like a foolish woman, I'll ha' Raph fight with him, and swing him up well-favouredly, sirrah boy come hither, let Raph come in and fight with Iasper. ay, and beat him well, he's an unhappy boy. Sir you must pardon us, the plot of our Play lies contrary, and 'twill hazard the spoiling of our Play. Plot me no plots, I'll ha' Raph come out, I'll make your house too hot for you else. Why sir he shall, but if any thing fall out of order, the Gentlemen must pardon us. Go your ways goodman boy, I'll hold him a penny he shall have his bellyful of fighting now, ho here comes Raph, no more. What Knight is that Squire, ask him if he keep The passage, bound by love of Lady fair, Or else but prickant. Sir I am no Knight, But a poor Gentleman, that this same night, Had stolen from me on yonder Green, My lovely wife, and suffered to be seen Yet extant on my shoulders such a greeting, That whilst I live, I shall think of that meeting. I Raph he beat him unmercifully, Raph, and thou sparest him Raph I would thou wert hanged. No more, wife no more. Where is the caitiff wretch hath done this deed. Lady your pardon, that I may proceed Upon the quest of this injurious Knight. And thou fair Squire repute me not the worse, In leaving the great venture of the purse, And the rich casket till some better leisure, Here comes the Broker hath purloined my treasure. Go, Squire, and tell him I am here, An Errant Knight at Arms, to crave delivery Of that fair Lady to her own Knights arms. If he deny, bid him take choice of ground, And so defy him. From the Knight that bears The golden Pestle, I defy thee Knight. Unless thou make fair restitution. Of that bright Lady. Tell the Knight that sent thee He is an Ass, and I will keep the wench And knock his headpiece.
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This yong Iasper will proue me another Things, a my conscience and he may be suffered; George, dost not see George how a swaggers, and flies at the very heads a fokes as he were a Dragō; well if I do not do his lesson for wronging the poore Gentleman, I am no true woman, his friends that brought him vp might haue bene better occupied, I wis, then ha taught him these fegaries, hee's e'ne in the high-way to the gallows, God blesse him. You're too bitter, conny, the yong man may do wel enough for all this. Come hither Maister Humfrey, has hee hurt you? now beshrew his fingers for't, here sweet heart, here's some greene ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart but a has pepper-nel in's head, as big as a pullets egge, alas sweete lamb, how thy Tempels beate; take the peace on him sweete heart, take the peace on him. No, no, you talke like a foolish woman, I'le ha Raph fight with him, and swing him vp welfauourdlie, sirrah boie come hither, let Raph come in and fight with Iasper. I, and beate him well, he's an vnhappy boy. Sir you must pardon vs, the plot of our Plaie lies contrarie, and 'twill hazard the spoiling of our Plaie. Plot mee no plots, I'le ha Raph come out, I'le make your house too hot for you else. Why sir he shall, but if anie thing fall out of order, the Gentlemen must pardon vs. Go your waies good-man boie, I'le hold him a pennie hee shall haue his bellie-full of fighting now, ho heere comes Raph, no more. What Knight is that Squire, aske him if he keep The passage, bound by loue of Ladie faire, Or else but prickant. Sir I am no Knight, But a poore Gentleman, that this same night, Had stolne from me on yonder Greene, My louelie wife, and suffered to be seene Yet extant on my shoulders such a greeting, That whilst I liue, I shall thinke of that meeting. I Raph hee beate him vnmercifully, Raph, and thou spar'st him Raph I would thou wert hang'd. No more, wife no more. Where is the caitife wretch hath done this deed. Lady your pardon, that I may proceed Vpon the quest of this iniurious Knight. And thou faire Squire repute me not the worse, In leauing the great venture of the purse, And the rich casket till some better leasure, Here comes the Broker hath purloin'd my treasure. Go, Squire, and tell him I am here, An Errant Knight at Armes, to craue deliuery Of that faire Lady to her owne Knights armes. If he deny, bid him take choice of ground, And so defye him. From the Knight that beares The golden Pestle, I defie thee Knight. Vnlesse thou make faire restitution. Of that bright Lady. Tell the Knight that sent thee Hee is an Asse, and I will keepe the wench And knocke his Head-peece.