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 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Foolish girl, Canst thou imagine I could love his daughter, That flung me from my fortune into nothing? Discharged me his service, shut the doors Upon my poverty, and scorned my prayers, Sending me, like a boat without a mast, To sink or swim? Come, by this hand you die, I must have life and blood to satisfy Your father's wrongs. Away George, away, raise the watch at Ludgate, and bring a Mittimus from the justice for this desperate villain. Now I charge you Gentlemen, see the king's peace kept. O my heart what a varlet's this to offer manslaughter upon the harmless Gentlewoman? I warrant thee (sweet heart) we'll have him hampered. Oh Iasper! be not cruel, If thou wilt kill me, mile and do it quickly. And let not many deaths appear before me. I am a woman made of fear and love, A weak, weak woman, kill not with thy eyes, They shoot me through and through. Strike I am ready, And dying still I love thee. whereabouts. No more of this, now to myself again. There, there he stands with sword like martial knight Drawn in his hand, therefore beware the fight You that be wise: for were I good sir Bevis, I would not stay his coming, by your leaves. Sirrah, restore my daughter. Sirrah, no. Upon him then. So, down with him, down with him, down with him: cut him i'th' leg boys, cut him i'th' leg. Come your ways Minion, I'll provide a Cage For you, your grown so tame. Horse her away. Truly I'm glad your forces have the day. They are gone, and I am hurt, my love is lost, Never to get again. Oh me unhappy! Bleed, bleed, and die, I cannot: Oh my folly! Thou hast betrayed me. Hope where art thou fled? Tell me if thou be'st anywhere remaining. Shall I but see my love again? Oh no! She will not deign to look upon her butcher, Nor is it fit she should; yet I must venture. Oh chance, or fortune, or whate'er thou art That men adore for powerful, hear my cry, And let me loving, live; or losing, die. Is a gone George? I conie. Marie and let him go (sweet heart,) by the faith o' my body a has put me into such a fright, that I tremble (as they say) as 'twere an aspen leaf: look a my little singer George, how it shakes: now i truth every member of my body is the worse for't. Come, hug in mine arms sweet mouse, he shall not fright thee any more: alas mine own dear heart, how it quivers. O Rafe, how dost thou Rafe? how hast thou slept tonight? has the knight used thee well? Peace Nell, let Rafe alone. Master, the reckoning is not paid. Right courteous knight, who for the orde's sake Which thou hast ta'en, hangest out the holy bell, As I this flaming pestle bear about, We render thanks to your puissant self, Your beauteous Lady, and your gentle Squires, For thus refreshing of our wearied limbs, Stiffened with hard achievements in wild desert.
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Foolish girle, Canst thou imagine I could loue his daughter, That flung me from my fortune into nothing? Discharged me his seruice, shut the doores Vpon my pouerty, and scorn'd my prayers, Sending me, like a boat without a mast, To sinke or swin? Come, by this hand you dye, I must haue life and bloud to satisfie Your fathers wrongs. Away George, away, raise the watch at Ludgate, and bring a Mittimus from the Iustice for this desperate villaine. Now I charge you Gentlemen, see the Kings peace kept. O my heart what a varlet's this to offer man-slaughter vpon the harmelesse Gntlewoman? I warrant thee (sweet heart) wee'l haue him hampered. Oh Iasper! be not cruell, If thou wilt kill me, mile and do it quickly. And let not many deaths appeare before me. I am a woman made of feare and loue, A weake, weake woman, kill not with thy eyes, They shoot me through and through. Strike I am ready, And dying stil I loue thee. Where abouts. No more of this, now to my selfe againe. There, there he stands with sword like martial knight Drawne in his hand, therefore beware the fight You that be wise: for were I good sir Beuis, I would not stay his comming, by your leaues. Sirrah, restore my daughter. Sirrah, no. Vpon him then. So, downe with him, downe with him, downe with him: cut him i'th leg boies, cut him i'th leg. Come your waies Minion, Il'e prouide a Cage For you, your growne so tame. Horse her away. Truly Ime glad your forces haue the day. They are gone, and I am hurt, my loue is lost, Neuer to get againe. Oh me vnhappy! Bleed, bleed, and dye, I cannot: Oh my folly! Thou hast betraid me. Hope where art thou fled? Tell me if thou bee'st any where remaining. Shall I but see my loue againe? Oh no! She will not daine to looke vpon her butcher, Nor is it fit she should; yet I must venter. Oh chance, or fortune, or what ere thou art That men adore for powerfull, heare my cry, And let me louing, liue; or loosing, die. Is a gone George? I conie. Marie and let him goe (sweet heart,) by the faith a my body a has put me into such a fright, that I tremble (as they say) as 'twere an Aspine leafe: looke a my little singer George, how it shakes: now i truth euery member of my body is the worse for't. Come, hugge in mine armes sweet mouse, hee shall not fright thee any more: alas mine owne deere heart, how it quiuers. O Rafe, how dost thou Rafe? how hast thou slept to night? has the knight vs'd thee well? Peace Nell, let Rafe alone. Maister, the reckoning is not paid. Right curteous knight, who for the orders sake Which thou hast tane, hang'st out the holy bell, As I this flaming pestle beare about, We render thankes to your puissant selfe, Your beauteous Lady, and your gentle Squires, For thus refreshing of our wearied limbes, Stiffned with hard atchieuements in wilde desert.