Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.79 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Thou shalt have't boy, and sly in Feather, Lead on a march you mitchers. O my head, O my heart, what a noise and change is here; would I had been cold i'th' mouth before this day, and near have lived to see this dissolution. He that lives within a mile of this place, had as good sleep in the perpetual noise of an iron mill. there's a dead Sea of drink i'th' cellar, in which goodly vessels lie wrecked, and in the middle of this deluge appears the tops of flagons and black jacks, like Churches drown i'th' marshes. What art thou come? My sweet Sir Amias welcome to Troy. Come thou shalt kiss my Helen, and court her in a dance. Good Sir consider. Shall we consider gentlemen. How say you? Consider? that were a simple toy i'faith, Consider? whose morals that? The man that cries Consider, is our foe: let my steel know him. Stay thy dead doing hand, he must not die yet: prithee be calm my Hector. Peasant, slave, thou groom, composed of grudgings, live and thank this Gentleman, thou hadst seen Pluto else. The next consider kills thee. Let him drink down his word again in a gallon of Sack. 'tis but a snuff, make it two gallons, and let him do it kneeling in repentance. Nay rather kill me, there's but a lay-man lost. Good Captain do your office. Thou shalt drink Steward, drink and dance my Steward. Strike him a hornpipe sqeakers, take thy striver, and pace her till she stew. Sure Sir I cannot dance with your Gentlewoman, they are too light for me, pray break my head, and let me go. He shall dance, he shall dance. He shall dance, and drink, and be drunk and dance, and be drunk again, and shall see no meat in a year. And three quarters. And three quarters be it. Who knocks there? let him in. Some to deliver me I hope. Gentlemen, God save you all, my business is to one Mr Lovelesse. This is the Gentleman you mean; view him, and take his Inventory, he's a right one. He promises no less Sir. Sir your business? Sir, I should let you know, yet I am loath, yet I am sworn to't, would some other tongue would speak it for me. Out with it a God's name. All I desire Sir is, the patience and sufferance of a man, and good Sir be not moved more, Then a pottle of Sack will do, here's my hand, prithee thy business? Good Sir excuse me, and whatsoever you hear, think, must have been known unto you, and be yourself discreet; and bear it nobly. Prithee dispatch me. Your brother's dead Sir. Thou dost not mean dead drunk? No, no, dead and drowned at sea Sir. Art sure he's dead? Too sure Sir. ay, but art thou very certainly sure of it? As sure Sir as I tell it.
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Thou shalt hau't boy, and sly in Fether, Leade on a march you Michers. O my head, O my heart, what a noise and change is heere; would I had been cold ith mouth before this day, and nere haue liud to see this dissolution. Hee that liues within a mile of this place, had as good sleepe in the perpetuall noise of an iron mill. Ther's a dead Sea of drinke ith Sellor, in which goodly vessels lie wract, and in the middle of this deluge appeares the tops of lagons and blacke iacks, like Churches drown ith marshes. What art thou come? My sweet Sir Amias welcome to Troy. Come thou shalt kisse my Hellen, and court her in a dance. Good Sir consider. Shall we consider gentlemen. How say you? Consider? that were a simple toy ifaith, Consider? whose morrals that? The man that cries Consider, is our foe: let my steele know him. Stay thy dead doing hand, he must not die yet: prethee be calme my Hector. Peasant, slaue, thou groome, composde of grudgeings, liue and thanke this Gentleman, thou hadst seene Pluto else. The next consider kil thee. Let him drinke downe his word againe in a gallon of Sacke. Tis but a snuffe, make it two gallons, and let him doe it kneeling in repentance. Nay rather kill me, theres but a lay-man lost. Good Captaine doe your office. Thou shalt drinke Steward, drinke and dance my Steward. Strike him a horne-pipe , take thy striuer, and pace her till shee stew. Sure Sir I cannot daunce with your Gentlewoman, they are too light for mee, pray breake my head, and let me goe. He shall dance, he shall dance. Hee shall daunce, and drinke, and bee drunke and dance, and bee drunke againe, and shall see no meate in a yeere. And three quarters. And three quarters be it. Who knocks there? let him in. Some to deliuer me I hope. Gentlemen, God saue you all, my businesse is to one Mr Louelesse. This is the Gentleman you meane; view him, and take his Inuentory, hee's a right one. He promises no lesse Sir. Sir your businesse? Sir, I should let you know, yet I am loath, yet I am sworne too't, would some other tongue would speake it for mee. Out with it a Gods name. All I desire Sir is, the patience and sufferance of a man, and good Sir be not moou'd more, Then a pottle of Sacke will doe, heere's my hand, prethee thy businesse? Good Sir excuse mee, and whatsoeuer you heare, thinke, must haue beene knowne vnto you, and bee your selfe discreete; and beare it nobly. Prethee dispatch me. Your brothers dead Sir. Thou dost not meane dead drunke? No, no, dead and drown'd at sea Sir. Art sure hee's dead? Too sure Sir. I, but art thou very certainely sure of it? As sure Sir as I tell it.