Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.74 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
ay, traitorous Caitiff, who am sent by fate To punish all the sad enormities Thou hast committed against Lady's Gent And errant Knights, traitor to God and men: Prepare thyself, this is the dismal hour Appointed for thee, to give strict account Of all thy beastly treacherous villainies. Foolhardy Knight, full soon thou shalt abye This fond reproach, thy body will I bang, And lo upon that string thy teeth shall hang: Prepare thyself, for dead soon shalt thou be, Saint George for me. Gargantua for me. To him, Raph to him, hold up the Giant, set out thy leg before Raph. Falsify a blow Raph, falsify a blow, the Giant lies open on the left side. bear't off, bear't of still; there boy, O Raphe's almost down, Raph's almost down. Susan inspire me, now have up again. Up, up, up, up, up, so Raph, down with him, down with him Raph. Fetch him o'er the hip boy. There boy, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, Raph. No Raph get all out of him first. Presumptuous man, see to what desperate end Thy treachery hath brought thee, the just Gods, Who never prosper those that do despise them, For all the villainies which thou hast done To Knights and Ladies, now have paid thee home By my stiff arm, a Knight adventurous, But say vile wretch, before I send thy soul To sad Avernus whether it must go, What captives hold'st thou in thy sable cave. Go in and free them all, thou hast the day. Go Squire & Dwarf, search in this dreadful Cave And free the wretched prisoners from their bonds. I crave for mercy, as thou art a Knight, And scorn'st to spill the blood of those that beg. Thou show'dst no mercy, nor shalt thou have any, Prepare thyself for thou shalt surely die. Behold brave Knight here is one prisoner, Whom this wild man hath used as you see. This is the first wise word I heard the Squire speak. Speak what thou art, and how thou hast been used, That that I may give condign punishment, I am a Knight that took my journey post Northward from London, and in courteous wise, This Giant trained me to his loathsome den, Under pretence of killing of the itch, And all my body with a powder strewed, That smarts and stings, and cut away my beard, And my curled locks wherein were ribbons tied, And with a water washed my tender eyes, Whilst up and down about me still he skipped, Whose virtue is, that till mine eyes be wiped With a dry cloth, for this my foul disgrace, I shall not dare to look a dog i'th' face. Alas poor Knight, relieve him Raph, relieve poor Knights whilst you live. My trusty Squire convey him to the Town, Where he may find relief, adieu fair Knight, Puissant Knight of the burning Pestle hight, See here another wretch, whom this foul beast Hath scorched and scored in this inhuman wise. Speak me thy name and eke thy place of birth, And what hath been thy usage in this Cave.
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I, traiterous Caitiffe, who am sent by fate To punish all the sad enormities Thou hast committed against Ladies Gent And errant Knights, traitor to God and men: Prepare thy selfe, this is the dismall houre Appointed for thee, to giue strickt account Of all thy beastly treacherous villanies. Foole-hardy Knight, full soone thou shalt aby This fond reproach, thy body will I bang, And loe vpon that string thy teeth shall hang: Prepare thy selfe, for dead soone shalt thou bee, Saint George for me. Gargantua for me. To him, Raph to him, hold vp the Giant, set out thy leg before Raph. Falsifie a blow Raph, falsifie a blow, the Giant lies open on the left side. Beare't off, beare't of still; there boy, O Raphe's almost downe, Raph's almost downe. Susan inspire me, now haue vp againe. Vp, vp, vp, vp, vp, so Raph, downe with him, downe with him Raph. Fetch him ore the hip boy. There boy, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, Raph. No Raph get all out of him first. Presumptuous man, see to what desperate end Thy treatchery hath brought thee, the iust Gods, Who neuer prosper those that do despise them, For all the villanies which thou hast done To Knights and Ladies, now haue paid thee home By my stiffe arme, a Knight aduenturous, But say vile wretch, before I send thy soule To sad Auernus whether it must go, What captiues holdst thou in thy sable caue. Go in and free them all, thou hast the day. Go Squire & Dwarfe, search in this dreadfull Caue And free the wretched prisoners from their bonds. I craue for mercy, as thou art a Knight, And scornst to spill the bloud of those that beg. Thou showdst no mercy, nor shalt thou haue any, Prepare thy selfe for thou shalt surely die. Behold braue Knight heere is one prisoner, Whom this wilde man hath vsed as you see. This is the first wise word I heard the Squire speake. Speake what thou art, and how thou hast bene vs'd, That that I may giue condigne punishment, I am a Knight that tooke my iourney post North-ward from London, and in curteous wise, This Giant train'd me to his loathsome den, Vnder pretence of killing of the itch, And all my body with a powder strew'd, That smarts and stings, and cut away my beard, And my curl'd lockes wherein were ribands ti'de, And with a water washt my tender eyes, Whilst vp and downe about me still he skipt, Whose vertue is, that till mine eyes be wip't With a dry cloath, for this my foule disgrace, I shall not dare to looke a dog i'th' face. Alas poore Knight, relieue him Raph, releiue poore Knights whilst you liue. My trusty Squire conuey him to the Towne, Where he may finde releife, adiew faire Knight, Puisant Knight of the burning Pestle hight, See heere another wretch, whom this foule beast Hath scorcht and scor'd in this inhumaine wise. Speake me thy name and eke thy place of birth, And what hath bene thy vsage in this Caue.