Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Alas My weakness grown by age, and pains of travel, disarms my courage to defend myself; I have no strength but patience. What art now? Peter, and Thomas, William, what you please. What boldness madded thee to steal my name? Sir, heat of wine. And sirrah when you're drunk, Is there no person to put on, but mine, To cover your intended villainies? But good sir, if I be not I, who am I? An Ox, an Ass, a dog. Strange negligence To lose myself! methinks I live and move, Remember. Could the fearful apprehension Of th'ugly fear of drowning so transform me? Or did I die, and by Pythagoras' rule, My soul's provided of another lodging? Be what thou wilt, except Antonio, 'Tis death to touch that name. Dangers at sea Are pleasures, weighed with these home-injuries. Was ever man thus scared beside himself? O most unfortunate Antonio! At sea thou suffered'st shipwreck of thy goods, At land of thine own self. Antonio? Or what name else they please? fly, fly to Barbarie, And rather there endure the foreign cruelty Of fetters, whips, and Moores, then here at home Be wronged and baffled by thy friends and children. How? prating still? why Timothy, be gone, Or draw, and lay Antonio down betwixt us, Let fortune of the fight decide the question. Here's a brave rogue, that in the king's highway Offers to rob me of my good name. Draw. These wrongs recall my strength, I am resolved. Better die once, then suffer always. Draw. Stay. Understandest thou well nice points of duel? Art borne of gentle blood, and pure descent? Was none of all thy lineage hanged, or cuckold? Bastard, or bastinadoed? is thy pedigree As long and wide as mine? For otherwise Thou wert most unworthy; and 'twere loss of honour In me to fight. More, I have drawn five teeth: If thine stand sound, the terms are much unequal. And by strict laws of duel, I am excused To fight on disadvantage. This some Ass! If we concur in all, write a formal challenge, And bring thy second: meanwhile I'll make provision Of Calais sand to fight upon securely. Ha! AM I awake? or do deceitful dreams Present to my wild fancy things I see not? Sir, what amazement's this? why wonder you? Seest thou not Trincalo and Antonio? O strange! theyare both here. Didst not thou inform me, That Trincalo was turned t'antonio? Which I believing, like a cursed son, With most reproachful threats, drove mine old father From his own doors; and yet rest doubtful, whether This be the true Antonio:' may be th'ginger Hath changed some other, and not Trincalo. No, fear it not: 'tis plain: Albumazar Hath cheated my old master of his plate. For here's the Farmer, as like himself as ever; Only his clothes excepted. Trincalo! Cricca, where's Trincalo? dost see him here? Yes, and as rank an Ass as e'er he was. Thou'rt much deceived, thou neither seest nor know'st me. I am transformed, transformed.
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Alas My weaknesse growne by age, and paines of trauell, Dissarmes my courage to defend my selfe; I haue no strength but patience. What art now? Peter, and Thomas, William, what you please. What boldnesse madded thee to steale my name? Sir, heat of wine. And sirra when y'are drunk, Is there no person to put on, but mine, To couer your intended villanies? But good sir, if I be not I, who am I? An Oxe, an Asse, a dog. Strange negligence To loose my selfe! me thinkes I liue and moue, Remember. Could the fearefull apprehension Of th'vgly feare of drowning so transforme me? Or did I dye, and by Pythagoras rule, My soule's prouided of another lodging? Be what thou wilt, except Antonio, 'Tis death to touch that name. Dangers at sea Are pleasures, weigh'd with these home-iniuries. Was euer man thus skar'd beside himselfe? O most vnfortunate Antonio! At sea thou suffredst shipwrack of thy goods, At land of thine owne selfe. Antonio? Or what name else they please? fly, fly to Barbarie, And rather there endure the forraigne crueltie Of fetters, whippes, and Moores, then here at home Be wrong'd and baffled by thy friends and children. How? prating still? why Timothy, be gone, Or draw, and lay Antonio downe betwixt vs, Let fortune of the fight decide the question. Here's a braue rogue, that in the Kings high-way Offers to robbe me of my good name. Draw. These wrongs recall my strength▪ I am resolu'd. Better dye once, then suffer alwayes. Draw. Stay. Vnderstand'st thou well nice points of duell? Art borne of gentle bloud, and pure discent? Was none of all thy linage hang'd, or cuckold? Bastard, or bastinado'd? is thy pedigree As long and wide as mine? For otherwise Thou wert most vnworthy; and 'twere losse of honour In me to fight. More, I haue drawne fiue teeth: If thine stand sound, the tearmes are much vnequall. And by strict lawes of duell, I am excus'd To fight on disadvantage. This some Asse! If we concurre in all, write a formall chalenge, And bring thy second: meane while I'le make prouision Of Calais sand to fight vpon securely. Ha! AM I awake? or do deceitfull dreames Present to my wild fansie things I see not? Sir, what amazement's this? why wonder you? See'st thou not Trincalo and Antonio? O strange! th'are both heere. Didst not thou informe me, That Trincalo was turn'd t'Antonio? Which I beleeuing, like a cursed sonne, With most reprochfull threats, droue mine old father From his owne doores; and yet rest doubtfull, whether This be the true Antonio: 'may be th'Astrologer Hath chang'd some other, and not Trincalo. No, feareit not: 'tis plaine: Albumazar Hath cheated my old master of his plate. For here's the Farmer, as like himselfe as euer; Onely his cloathes excepted. Trincalo! Cricca, where's Trincalo? do'st see him here? Yes, and as ranke an Asse as e're he was. Thou'rt much deceiu'd, thou neither see'st nor know'st me. I am transform'd, transform'd.