Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.79 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Fie niggard, can you spend such precious breath, Speak to yourself so many words apart; And keep their sound from my attentive ear, Which save your words no music loves to hear? What would you have me say? Would I might teach thee! Oh that I had the guidance of thy tongue! But what would that avail thee foolish Girl? Small hope in those instructions I should find, To rule your tongue, if not to guide your mind. My tongue, my thoughts, my heart, my hand, my sword, Are all your servants, Who hath done you wrong? I doubt not of your valour. But resolve me And tell me one thing truly I shall ask you. Be't not my birth, no question I'll deny. Doubt not my truth for honour scorns to lie. I do believe you: Fair Knight do you love? To ride a horse as well as any man; To make him mount, curvet, to leap, and spring; To chide the bit, to gallop, trot the ring. I did not ask you if you love to ride. Some thing I mean; which though my tongue deny, Look on me, you may read it in mine eye. But do you love? To march, to plant a battle, lead an Host, To be a Soldier and to go to war, To talk of Flanks, of Wings, of sconces, Holds, To see a sally, or to give a Charge, To lead a vanguard, Rearward, or main Host; By heaven I love it as mine own dear life. I know all this; your words are but delays. Could you not love a Lady that loves you? 'Tis hard when women are enforced to woo. Where is my man to bring me certain news, The king's Commission sends me to the wars: The villain loiters in my business. All this is from the matter gentle Knight: The king's Commission may be signed at leisure. What say you to my question? You would have me tell you true. Either speak true, or do not speak at all. Then as I am true Knight I honour you, And to your service will espouse my sword. I wish you as I wish the glorious Sun, That it may ever shine; without whose lustre Perpetual darkness should o'ershade the earth. But tell me Lady, what you mean by love. To love a Lady, is with heart entire To make her Mistress of his whole desire: To sigh for her, and for her love to weep; As his own heart her precious favours keep: Never be from her, in her bosom dwell; To make her presence heaven, her absence hell. Write Sonnets in her praise, admire her beauty: Attend her, serve her, count his service duty. Make her the sole commandress of his powers, And in the search of love, lose all his hours.
seed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Fie niggard, can you spend such pretious breath, Speake to your selfe so many words apart; And keepe their sound from my attentiue eare, Which saue your words no musicke loues to heare? What would you haue mee say? Would I might teach thee! Oh that I had the guidance of thy tongue! But what would that auaile thee foolish Girle? Small hope in those instructions I should finde, To rule your tongue, if not to guide your minde. My tongue, my thoughts, my heart, my hand, my sword, Are all your seruants, Who hh done you wrong? I doubt not of your valour. But resolue mee And tell me one thing truely I shall aske you. Bee't not my birth, no question I'le denie. Doubt not my truth for honour scornes to lie. I do beleeue you: Faire Knight do you loue? To ride a horse as well as any man; To make him mount, curuet, to leape, and spring; To chide the bit, to gallop, trot the ring. I did not aske you if you loue to ride. Some thing I mean; which though my tongue deny, Looke on me, you may reade it in mine eye. But do you loue? To march, to plant a battell, lead an Hoast, To be a Souldier and to goe to warre, To talke of Flankes, of Wings, of skonces, Holds, To see a sally, or to giue a Charge, To leade a Vaward, Rereward, or maine Hoast; By heauen I loue it as mine owne deere life. I know all this; your words are but delaies. Could you not loue a Ladie that loues you? 'Tis hard when women are enforc'd to wooe. Where is my man to bring me certaine newes, The Kings Commission sends me to the warres: The villaine loyters in my businesse. All this is from the matter gentle Knight: The Kings Commission may be sign'd at leasure. What say you to my question? You would haue me tell you true. Either speake true, or do not speake at all. Then as I am true Knight I honour you, And to your seruice will espouse my sword. I wish you as I wish the glorious Sunne, That it may euer shine; without whose lustre Perpetuall darkenesse should o'reshade the earth. But tell me Lady, what you meane by loue. To loue a Lady, is with heart entire To make her Mistresse of his whole desire: To sigh for her, and for her loue to weepe; As his owne heart her precious fauours keepe: Neuer be from her, in her bosome dwell; To make her presence heauen, her absence hell. Write Sonnets in her praise, admire her beauty: Attend her, serue her, count his seruice duty. Make her the sole commandresse of his powers, And in the search of loue, loose all his howers.