Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.76 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
I thank your Worship. Dwarf bear my shield, Squire elevate my lance, And now farewell you Knight of holy Bell. ay, I Raph, all is paid. But yet before I go, speak worthy Knight, If ought you do of sad adventures know, Where errant Knights may through his prowess win, Eternal fame and free some gentle souls, From endless bonds of steel and lingering pain. Sirrah go to Nick the barber, and bid him prepare himself, as I told you before, quickly. I am gone sir. Sir Knight, this wilderness affordeth none But the great venture, where full many a Knight Hath tried his prowess and come off with shame, And where I would not have you lose your life, Against no man, but furious fiend of hell. Speak on sir Knight, tell what he is, and where, For here I vow upon my blazing badge, Never to blaze a day in quietness; But bread and water will I only eat, And the green herb and rock shall be my couch, Till I have quelled that man, or beast, or fiend, That works such damage to all Errant Knights. Not far from hence, near to a craggy cliff, At the North end of this distressed Town, There doth stand a lowly house Ruggedly builded, and in it a Cave, In which an ugly Giant now doth wone, Yeleped Barbaroso: in his hand He shakes a naked lance of purest steel, With sleeves turned up, and him before he wears, A motley garment, to preserve his clothes From blood of those Knights which he massacres, And ladies' Gent: without his door doth hang A copper balloon, on a prickant spear: At which, no sooner gentle Knights can knock, But the shrill sound, fierce Barbaroso hears, And rushing forth, brings in the errant Knight, And sets him down in an enchanted chair. Then with an Engine which he hath prepared, With forty teeth, he claws his courtly crown, Next makes him wink, and underneath his chin, He plants a brazen piece of mighty board, And knocks his bullets round about his cheeks, Whilst with his fingers, and an instrument With which he snaps his hair off, he doth fill The wretch's ears with a most hideous noise. Thus every Knight Adventurer he doth trim, And now no creature dares encounter him. In God's name, I will fight him, kind sir, Go but before me to this dismal Cave, Where this huge Giant Barbaroso dwells, And by that virtue that brave Rosicler, That damned brood of ugly Giants slew, And Palmerin Frannarco overthrew: I doubt not but to curb this Traitor foul, And to the Devil send his guilty soul. Brave sprighted Knight, thus far I will perform. This your request, I'll bring you with in sight Of this most loathsome place, inhabited By a more loathsome man: but dare not stay, For his main force soopes all he sees away. Saint George set on before, march Squire and page.
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I thanke your Worship. Dwarfe beare my shield, Squire eleuate my lance, And now fare-well you Knight of holy Bell. I, I Raph, all is paid. But yet before I go, speake worthy Knight, If ought you do of sad aduentures know, Where errant Knights may through his prowesse winne, Eternall fame and free some gentle soules, From endlesse bonds of steele and lingring paine. Sirrah go to Nicke the Barbor, and bid him prepare himselfe, as I told you before, quickely. I am gone sir. Sir Knight, this wildernesse affoordeth none But the great venter, where full many a Knight Hath tride his prowesse and come off with shame, And where I would not haue you loose your life, Against no man, but furious fiend of hell. Speake on sir Knight, tell what he is, and where, For heere I vow vpon my blazing badge, Neuer to blaze a day in quietnesse; But bread and water will I onely eate, And the greene hearbe and rocke shall be my couch, Till I haue queld that man, or beast, or fiend, That workes such damage to all Errant Knights. Not far from hence, neere to a craggy cliffe, At the North end of this distressed Towne, There doth stand a lowly house Ruggedly builded, and in it a Caue, In which an ougly Gyant now doth won, Yeleped Barbaroso: in his hand He shakes a naked lance of purest steele, With sleeues turn'd vp, and him before he weares, A motley garment, to preserue his cloaths From bloud of those Knights which he massacres, And Ladies Gent: without his dore doth hang A copper balon, on a piickant speare: At which, no sooner gentle Knights can knocke, But the shrill sound, fierce Barbaroso heares, And rushing forth, bings in the errant Knight, And sets him downe in an inchanted chaire. Then with an Engine which he hath prepar'd, With forty teeth, he clawes his courtly crowne, Next makes him winke, and vnderneath his chinne, Hee plants a brazen peece of mighty bord, And knocks his bullets round about his cheeks, Whilst with his fingers, and an instrument With which he snaps his haire off, he doth fill The wretches eares with a most hideous noise. Thus euery Knight Aduenturer he doth trim, And now no creature dares encounter him. In Gods name, I will fight him, kinde sir, Go but before me to this dismall Caue, Where this huge Gyant Barbaroso dwels, And by that vertue that braue Rosicleere, That damned brood of ougly Gyants slew, And Palmerin Frannarco ouerthrew: I doubt not but to curbe this Traitor foule, And to the Diuell send his guilty soule. Braue sprighted Knight, thus far I will performe. This your request, I'le bring you with in sight Of this most lothsome place, inhabited By a more loathsome man: but dare not stay, For his maine force soopes all he sees away. Saint George set on before, march Squire and page.