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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Well said Nell, it shall be so: boy let's ha''t done quickly. Sir, if you will imagine all this to be done already, you shall hear them talk together: but we cannot present a house covered with black velvet, and a Lady in beaten gold. Sir boy, let's ha''t as you can then. Besides it will show ill-favouredly to have'a Grocer's prentice to court a king's daughter. Will it so sir? you are well read in Histories: I pray you what was sir Dagonet? was not he prentice to a Grocer in London? read the play of the four Prentices of London, where they toss their pikes so: I pray you fetch him in sir, fetch him in. It shall be done, it is not our fault gentlemen. Now we shall see fine doings I warrant tee George. O here they come; how prettily the king of Cracuioa's daughter is dressed. I Nell, it is the fashion of that country, I warrant tee. Welcome sir Knight unto my father's Court. King of Moldavia, unto me Pompiona His daughter dear: but sure you do not like Your entertainment, that will stay with us No longer but a night. Damsel right fair, I am on many sad adventures bound, That call me forth into the wilderness: Besides, my horse's back is something galled, Which will enforce me ride a sober pace. But many thanks (fair Lady) be to you, For using errant Knight with courtesy. But say (brave knight) what is your name & birth? My name is Rafe, I am an English man, As true as steel, a hearty Englishman, And prentice to a Grocer in the strand, By deed Indent, of which I have one part: But Fortune calling me to follow Arms, On me this holy order I did take, Of Burning pestle, which in all men's eyes, I bear, confounding ladies' enemies. Oft have I heard of your brave countrymen, And fertile soil, and store of wholesome food: My Father oft will tell me of a drink In England found, and Nipitato called. Which driveth all the sorrow from your hearts. Lady 'tis true, you need not lay your lips To better Nipitato than there is. And of a wildfowl he will often speak, Which powdered beef and mustard called is: For there have been great wars twixt us and you, But truly Rafe, it was not long of me. Tell me then Rafe, could you contented be, To wear a lady's favour in your shield? I am a knight of religious order, And will not wear a favour of a lady's That trusts in Antichrist, and false traditions. Well said Rafe, convert her if thou canst. Besides, I have a Lady of my own In merry England, for whose virtuous sake I took these Arms, and Susan is her name, A cobblers maid in Milk-street, whom I vow near to forsake, whilst life and Pestle last.
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Well said Nell, it shal be so: boy let's ha't done quickly. Sir, if you will imagine all this to be done already, you shall heare them talke together: but wee cannot present a house couered with blacke veluet, and a Lady in beaten gold. Sir boy, lets ha't as you can then. Besides it will shew ill-fauouredly to haue'a Grocers prentice to court a kings daughter. Will it so sir? you are well read in Histories: I pray you what was sir Dagonet? was not he prentice to a Grocer in London? read the play of the Foure Prentices of London, where they tosse their pikes so: I pray you fetch him in sir, fetch him in. It shall be done, it is not our fault gentlemen. Now we shall see fine doings I warrant tee George. O here they come; how pretily the king of Cracuioa's daughter is drest. I Nell, it is the fashion of that country, I warrant tee. Welcome sir Knight vnto my fathers Court. King of Moldauia, vnto me Pompiona His daughter deere: but sure you do not like Your entertainment, that will stay with vs No longer but a night. Damsell right faire, I am on many sad aduentures bound, That call me forth into the wildernesse: Besides, my horses backe is something gal'd, Which will inforce me ride a sober pace. But many thankes (faire Lady) be to you, For vsing errant Knight with curtesie. But say (braue knight) what is your name & birth? My name is Rafe, I am an English man, As true as steele, a hearty Englishman, And prentice to a Grocer in the strond, By deed Indent, of which I haue one part: But Fortune calling me to follow Armes, On me this holy order I did take, Of Burning pestle, which in all mens eyes, I beare, confounding Ladies enemies. Oft haue I heard of your braue country-men, And fertill soyle, and store of holesome food: My Father oft will tell me of a drinke In England found, and Nipitato cal'd. Which driueth all the sorrow from your hearts. Lady 'tis true, you need not lay your lips To better Nipitato then there is. And of a wild-fowle he will often speake, Which poudred beefe and mustard called is: For there haue beene great warres 'twixt vs and you, But truly Rafe, it was not long of me. Tell me then Rafe, could you contented be, To weare a Ladies fauour in your shield? I am a knight of religious order, And will not weare a fauour of a Ladies That trusts in Antichrist, and false traditions. Well sayd Rafe, conuert her if thou canst. Besides, I haue a Lady of my owne In merry England, for whose vertuous sake I tooke these Armes, and Susan is her name, A Coblers maid in Milke-street, whom I vow Nere to forsake, whilst life and Pestle last.