Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
methinks I could endure it for seven years, Did not my Master keep me in too much. I cannot go to breakfast in a morning With my kind mates and fellow-prentices, But he cries Eustace, one bid Eustace come: And my name Eustace is in every room. If I might once a week but see a Tilting, six days I would fall unto my business close, And ere the weeks end win that idle day. Hee will not let mee see a mu, Nor in a May-day morning fetch in May. I am no sooner got into the Fencing-school, To play a venew with some friend I bring; But Eustace, Eustace, all the street must ring. He will allow me not one hour for sport. I must not strike a football in the street, But he will frown: not view the dancing-school, But he will miss miss straight: not suffer me So much as take up cudgels in the street, But he will chide: I must not go to buffets; No, though I be provoked; that's the hell, Were't not for this, I could endure it well. sons, ye must all forget your birth and honours, And look into the Time's necessity. I know ye are persuaded: Think not, sons, the names of Prentice can disparaged you. For howsoever of you esteemed they be, Even Kings themselves have of these Trades been free. I made a vow to see the holy Land, And in the same my saviours Sepulchre. Having so well disposed you; I will now First bless you Boys, and then prefer my vow. With much ado, do I contain my spirit. Within these bands, that have enclosed me round. Though now this case the noble Sun doth shroud; Time shall behold that Sun break through this cloud. My Genius bids my soul have patience, And says I shall not be a Prentice long. I scorne it not: but yet my sp me, To have this hand catch at the Crown of Fame. An Haberdasher is the Trade juse: But the soft wool feels in my hand like steel: And I could wish each hat comes through my hand Were turned into an Helmet, and each Helmet Upon a soldiers head, for me to lead. War is the walk which I desire to tread. I am a Grocer: Yet had rather see A fair guilt sword hung in a velvet sheath, Than the best Barbary sugar in the world; Were it a freight of price inestimable. I have a kind of prompting in my brain, That says; Though I be bound to a sweet Trade, I must forego it, I keep too much in. I would fast from meat and drink a Summer's day, To see swords clash, or view a desperate fray. Bridle these humours sons, expel them clean, And your high Spirits within your breasts contain: Whilst I my tedious Pilgrimage prepare, To spend my age in poverty and prayer. My first-born, first farewell; my second next: Charles, Eustace, Daughter: Here my blessings say, Your wishes bear me on my sacred way.
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Mee thinkes I could endure it for seuen yeares, Did not my Maister keepe me in too much. I cannot goe to breake-fast in a morning With my kinde mates and fellow-Prentises, But he cries Eustace, one bid Eustace come: And my name Eustace is in euery roome. If I might once a weeke but see a Tilting, Sixe daies I would all vnto my businesse close, And ere the weekes end winne that idle day. Hee will not let mee see a mu, Nor in a May-day morning ch in May. I am no sooner got into the Fencing-schoole, To play a venew with some friend I bring; But Eustace, Eustace, all the streete must ring. Hee will allow me not one how for sport. I must not strike a soote-ball in the streete, But hee will frowne: not view the dancing-schoole, But hee will miss straight: not suffer mee So much as take vp cudgels in the streete, But hee will chide: I must not go to buffets; No, though I bee prouoked; that's the hell, Were't not for this, I could endure it well. Sonnes, yee must all forget your birth and honors, And looke into the times necessity. I know yee are perswaded: Thinke not, sonnes, the names of Prentice can disparage you. For howsoeuer of you esteem'd they bee, Euen Kings themselues haue of these Trades beene free. I made a vow to see the holy Land, And in the same my Sauiours Sepulchre. Hauing so well dispos'd you; I will now First blesse you Boyes, and then preferre my vow. With much ado, do I containe my spirit. Within these bandes, that haue inclos'd me round. Though now this cafe the noble Sunne doth shroud; Time shall behold that Sunne breake through this clowd. My Genius bids my soule haue patience, And sayes I shall not be a Prentise long. I scorne it not: but yet my sp me, To haue this hand catch at the Crowne of Fame. An Haberdasher is the Trade Ivse: But the soft wool feeles in my hand like steele: And I could wish each hat comes through my hand Were turn'd into an Helmet, and each Helmet Vpon a Souldiers head, for me to lead. Warre is the walke which I desire to tread. I am a Grocer: Yet had rather see A faire guilt sword hung in a veluet sheath, Then the best Barbary sugar in the world; Were it a freight of price inestimable. I haue a de of prompting in my braine, That sayes; Though I be bound to a sweee Trade, I must forgoe it, I keepe too much in▪ I would fast from meate and drinke a Summers day, To see swords clafh, or view a desperate fray. Bridle these humours sonnes, expell them cleane, And your high Spirits within your breasts containe: Whilst I my tedious Pilgrimage prepare, To spend my age in pouerty and prayer. My first-borne, fist fare-well; my second next: Charles, Eustace, Daughter: Heere my blessings say, Your wishes beare mee on my sacred way.