Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.75 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
I am a Knight, Sir Pock-hole is my name, And by my birth I am a Londoner Free by my Copy, but my Ancestors Were Frenchmen all, and riding hard this way, Upon a trotting horse, my bones did ache, And I faint Knight to ease my weary limbs, Light at this Cave, when straight this furious fiend, With sharpest instrument of purest steel, Did cut the gristle of my Nose away, And in the place this velvet plaster stands, Relieve me gentle Knight out of his hands. Good Raph relieve sir Pock-hole and send him away, for, in truth, his breath stinks, Convey him straight after the other Knight, Sir Pock-hole fare you well. Kind sir good-night. Deliver us. Deliver us. Hark George, what a woeful cry there is, I think some woman lies in there. Deliver us. Deliver us. What ghastly noise is this? speak Barbarose, Or by this blazing steel thy head goes off. Prisoners of mine whom I in diet keep, Send lower down into the Cave, And in a Tub that's heated smoking hot, There may they find them and deliver them, Run Squire and Dwarf, deliver them with speed. But will not Raph kill this Giant, surely I am afeard if he let him go he will do as much hurt, as ever he did. Not so mouse neither, if he could convert him. I George if he could convert him, but a Giant is not so soon converted as one of us ordinary people: there's a pretty tale of a Witch, that had the devils mark about her, God bless us, that had a Giant to her son, that was called Lob-lie-by-the-fire, didst never here it George? Peace Nell, here comes the prisoners. Here be these pined wretches, manful Knight, That for these six weeks have not seen a wight. Deliver what you are, and how you came To this sad Cave, and what your usage was? I am an Errant Knight that followed Arms, With spear and shield, and in my tender years I stricken was with Cupid's fiery shaft, And fell in love with this my Lady dear, And stole her from her friends in Turnbull-street, And bore her up and down from Town to Town, Where we did eat and drink and Music hear, Till at the length, at this unhappy Town we did arrive, and coming to this Cave This beast us caught and put us in a Tub, Where we this two months sweat, and should have done Another month if you had not relieved us. This bread and water hath our diet been, Together with a rib cut from a neck Of burned Mutton, hard hath been our fare, Release us from this ugly Giants snare. This hath been all the food we have received, But only twice a day for novelty, He gave a spoonful of this hearty broth, To each of us, through this same slender quill. From this infernal monster you shall go, That useth Knights and gentle Ladies so, Convey them hence.
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I am a Knight, Sir Pocke-hole is my name, And by my birth I am a Londoner Free by my Coppy, but my Ancestors Were French-men all, and riding hard this way, Vpon a trotting horse, my bones did ake, And I faint Knight to ease my weary limbes, Light at this Caue, when straight this furious fiend, With sharpest instrument of purest steele, Did cut the gristle of my Nose away, And in the place this veluet plaister stands, Relieue me gentle Knight out of his hands. Good Raph releiue sir Pocke-hole and send him away, for, intruth, his breath stinkes, Conuey him straight after the other Knight, Sir Pocke-hole fare you well. Kinde sir good-night. Deliuer vs. Deliuer vs. Hearke George, what a woefull cry there is, I thinke some woman lies in there. Deliuer vs. Deliuer vs. What gastly noise is this? speake Barbarose, Or by this blasing steele thy head goes off. Prisoners of mine whom I in diet keepe, Send lower downe into the Caue, And in a Tub that's heated smoaking hot, There may they finde them and deliuer them, Run Squire and Dwarfe, deliuer them with speed. But will not Raph kill this Giant, surely I am afeard if hee let him go he will do as much hurt, as euer he did. Not so mouse neither, if hee could conuert him. I George if hee could conuert him, but a Giant is not so soone conuerted as one of vs ordinary people: there's a pretty tale of a Witch, that had the diuels marke about her, God blesse vs, that had a Giant to her sonne, that was cal'd Lob-lie-by-the-fire, didst neuer here it George? Peace Nel, heere comes the prisoners. Here be these pined wretches, manfull Knight, That for these sixe weekes haue not seene a wight. Deliuer what you are, and how you came To this sad Caue, and what your vsage was? I am an Errant Knight that followed Armes, With speare and shield, and in my tender yeares I stricken was with Cupids fiery shaft, And fell in loue with this my Lady deere, And stole her from her friends in Turne-bull-streete, And bore her vp and downe from Towne to Towne, Where we did eate and drinke and Musicke heare, Till at the length, at this vnhappy Towne Wee did arriue, and comming to this Caue This beast vs caught and put vs in a Tub, Where we this two monthes sweate, and should haue done Another Moneth if you had not relieu'd vs. This bread and water hath our diet bene, Together with a rib cut from a necke Of burned Mutton, hard hath bene our fare, Release vs from this ougly Giants snare. This hath bene all the food we haue receiu'd, But onely twice a day for nouelty, He gaue a spoonefull of this hearty broth, To each of vs, through this same slender quill. From this infernall monster you shall go, That vseth Knights and gentle Ladies so, Conuey them hence.