Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.86 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Sir hear me. Am I or he your Duke? away with 'im To a close prison: your Highness now shall know, Such branches must be cropped before they grow, whatever Fortune comes, I bid it welcome, My innocency is my Armour: Gods preserve you. Fare thee well. I shall never see so brave a gentleman: Would I could weep out his offences. Or I would weep out mine eyes. Come Gentlemen, we'll determine presently About his death: we cannot be too forward in our Safety: I am very sick, lead me unto my Bed. sirrah, go fetch my Fox from the Cutlers: There's money for the scouring: Tell him, I stop a Groat since the last great Muster: He had in store Pitch for the bruise. He took with the recoiling of his Gun. Yes Sir. And do you hear? when thou come, Take down my Buckler, and sweep the cobwebs off: and Grind the pick out, and fetch a Nail or two: and Tack on bracers: your Mistress made a potlid on't, I thank her at her maids wedding, and burned off the Handle. I will Sir. who's within here, hoe Neighbour, not stirring yet? O God morrow, god morrow: what News, what news? It holds, he dies this morning. Then happy man be his fortune, I am resolved, And so am I, and 40. more good fellows That will not give their heads for the washing, I take it. 'sfoot man, who would not hang in such Good company, and such a cause? A Fire a Wife and Children, 'tis such a jest that men should look behind 'em to the world: And let their honours, their honour's Neighbour slip. I'll give thee a pint of Bastard and a roll For that bare word, They say that we Tailors, are things that Say one another, and our Geese hatch us: I'll make some of 'em feel they are Geese ath game then, I'fack take down my Bill, 'tis ten to one I use it, Take a Good heart man, all the low ward is ours, with a wet Finger. And lay my cut-fingered Gauntlet ready for me, That that I used to work in, when the Gentl: were Up against us, a beaten out of town, and almost out a Debt to, for a plague on 'em, they never paid well since, And take heed sirrah: your mistress hears not of this Business, she's near her time: yet if she do, I care not, she may long for Rebellion, For she has a devilish spirit, Come, let's call up the new ironmonger, is as Tough as steel, & has a fine wit in these resurrections: Are you stirring Neighbour? O Good morrow Neighbours, I'll come to you presently. Go too, this is his Mother's doing: she's a Polecat. As any is in the world. Then say I have hit it, and a vengeance on her, let her be what she will.
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Syr heare mee. Am I or hee your Duke? away with im To a close prison: your Highnes now shall know, Such branches must be cropt before they growe, What euer Fortune comes, I bid it welcome, My innocencie is my Armor: Gods preserue you. Fare thee well. I shal neuer see so braue a Gētl: Would I could weepe out his offences. Or I would weeepe out mine eyes. Come Gentlemen, weele determine presently About his death: wee cannot be too forward in our Safety: I am very sick, leade me vnto my Bed. Syrrha, go fetch my Foxe from the Cutlers: Theres money for the scowring: Tell him, I stoppe a Grote since the last great Muster: Hee had in store Pitch for the bruze. He tooke with the Recoyling of his Gunne. Yes Syr. And doe you heare? when yu come, Take downe my Buckler, and sweepe the Copwebs off: and Grinde the picke out, and fetch a Naile or two: and Tacke on bracers: your Mistris made a potlid ont, I thanke her at her Mayds wedding, and burnt off the Handle. I will Syr. Whoes within heere, hoe Neighbour, not styrring yet? O God morrow, god morrowe: what Newes, what newes? It holdes, he dyes this morning. Then happy man be his fortune, I am resolude, And so am I, and 40. more good fellowes That wil not giue their heads for the washing, I take it. Sfoote man, who would not hang in such Good companie, and such a cause? A Fire a Wife and Children, Tis such a Iest that men should looke behinde em to the world: And let theyr honours, their honours Neighbour slip. Ile giue thee a pinte of Bastard and a rolle For that bare word, They say that we Taylors, are things that Laye one another, and our Geese hatche vs: Ile make some of vm feele they are Geefe ath game then, Ifack take down my Bill, tis ten to one I vse it, Take a Good heart man, all the low ward is ours, with a wett Finger. And lay my Cut-fingred Gantlet ready for mee, That that I vsed to worke in, when the Gentl: were Vp against vs, a beaten out of towne, and almost out a Debt to, for a plague on vm, they neuer paid wel since, And take heede sirrah: your mistris heares not of this Businesse, shees neere her time: yet if shee doe, I care not, shee may long for Rebellion, For shee has a diuellish spirite, Come, lets call vp the new Ircmonger, is as Tough as steele, & has a fine wit in these resurrections: Are you stirring Neighbour? O Good morrowe Neighbours, Ile come to you presently. Go too, this is his Mothers doing: shees a Polecat. As any is in the world. Then say I haue hit it, and a vengeance on her, let her be what she will.