Hans Beer-Pot (See Me and See Me Not) · chunk 24 of 26
Belchier, Dabridgcourt · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
But here's the difference; for we use to say, Is such one Knighted? he deserved it well; he's learned, wise, an hopeful Gentleman; Hath been abroad, hath seen and knows the wars: He speaks more language than his mother's tongue, He can does country service, or his Prince At home, abroad by Sea, or else by land, Maintain the sword of civil government: But such ones made a Knight: What that arch-clown! His wit is like his mother's milking pail: Brought up at home, or at Hogsnorton School: His Father near gave arms, writ goodman Cluneh, And he kept sheep, or beasts, drove plough or cart: The first on's name, first Knight, than Gentleman. God give him joy; his honour cost him dear: A sot in Crimson, grown a golden Knight; Well may't't become him, he becomes not it: More than an Ass, a rich caparison. You are two bitter son, you speak too townsman like, As one that envies Country Gentlemen: He that doth raise his house, although a Clown, Is happier far, than he that pulls it down. Indeed that's true, for he may have a Son, Whose better breeding may help those defects, That beins father; may be fit to rule, The Sword of justice in a commonwealth, Raiseth his house and name, sets it higher, Writes second Knight, a justice, or Esquire. When I was in my flower of youth, and lived In England's Court, that swarmed with Martialists, Seamen and Soldiers, there had great respect, Were set by; honoured more than other men, As Drake and Candish. Hawkins, Frobisher, Williams, and Baskervile two valiant Knights, Those worthy brothers known by Norreis name: The Vere, the Shirleys, and the Constables, Sir Thomas Morgan, brave Lord Willoughbie, Whom Spaniards termed the fierce, the devil of hell; Renowned Essex, famous Cumberland, And both the Howards proved so oft at Sea With tempests, roaring billows, Canon shot; George Somers Knight, Carlisle and Lancaster, Were not the least; these lived in my time; And divers more whose names I have forgot, That served in Ireland, whom those bloody wars Made famous unto all posterity, Some living yet, some folded up in lead, That dyde in honour's lap; sleep in her bed. Then was a time that soldiers were esteemed, And if they lived they had preferment sure, And those that dyde were well provided for; Then did men rise from meanest parentage By their deserts, to places of account, As some you named, not borne to any thing; Did raise their fortunes to a great estate, And gave no bribes, did not one penny pay, To any cogging Claw-back Sycophant, And for deserts had freely what they had; For happy was that man, though near so great, That could do honour to a man of war, As those that served in France amongst those broils, And civil discords yet can testify, When that rich kingdom piteously torn All stained with gore, half marred with fire & sword What there was got, how much account was had Of them: when back they made their home return: When happy Bourbon got those lilies three; Began their peace: did end that misery.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But heere's the difference; for we vſe to ſay, Is ſuch one Knighted? he deſerude it well; Hee's learned, wiſe, an hopefull Gentleman; Hath been abroad, hath ſeene and knowes the warres: He ſpeakes more language then his mothers tongue, He can doe's country ſeruice, or his Prince At home, abroad by Sea, or elſe by land, Maintaine the ſword of ciuill gouernement: But ſuch ones made a Knight: What that Arch-Clowne! His wit is like his mothers milking payle: Brought vp at home, or at Hogſnorton Schoole: His Father neare gaue armes, writ good-man Cluneh, And he kept ſheepe, or beaſts, droue plough or cart: The firſt on's name, firſt Knight, then Gentleman. God giue him ioy; his honour coſt him deare: A ſotte in Crimſon, growne a golden Knight; Well may'te become him, he becomes not it: More then an Aſſe, a rich capariſon. You are two bitter ſon, you ſpeake too townſman like, As one that enuies Country Gentlemen: He that doth rayſe his houſe, although a Clowne, Is happier farre, then he that puls it downe. Indeed thats true, for he may haue a Sonne, Whoſe better breeding may helpe thoſe defects, That beins father; may be fitte to rule, The Sword of Iuſtice in a common-wealth, Raiſeth his houſe and name, ſets it higher, Writes ſecond Knight, a Iuſtice, or Eſquier. When I was in my flowre of youth, and liu'de In Englands Court, that ſwarmde with Martialiſts, Seamen and Souldiers, there had great reſpect, Were ſet by; honourd more then other men, As Drake and Candiſh. Hawkins, Frobiſher, Williams, and Baſkernile two valiant Knights, Thoſe worthy brothers knowne by Norreis name: The Ʋeres, the Shirleis, and the Conſtables, Sir Thomas Morgan, braue Lord Willoughbie, Whom Spaniards termde the fierce, the diuell of hel; Renowned Eſſex, famous Cumberland, And both the Howardes prooude ſo oft at Sea With tempeſts, roaring billowes, Canon ſhot; George Somers Knight, Carlile and Lancaſter, Were not the leaſt; theſe liued in my time; And diuers more whoſe names I haue forgot, That ſerude in Ireland, whom thoſe bloudy warres▪ Made famous vnto all poſterity, Some liuing yet, ſome foulded vp in lead, That dyde in honours lappe; ſleepe in her bed. Then was a time that ſouldiers were eſteemd, And if they liude they had preferment ſure, And thoſe that dyde were well prouided for; Then did men riſe from meaneſt parentage By their deſerts, to places of account, As ſome you nam'de, not borne to any thing; Did rayſe their fortunes to a great eſtate, And gaue no bribes, did not one penny pay, To any cogging Claw-backe Sycophant, And for deſerts had freely what they had; For happy was that man, though neere ſo great, That could doe honour to a man of warre, As thoſe that ſeru'd in France amongſt thoſe broils, And ciuill diſcordes yet can teſtifie, When that rich kingdome pitteouſly torne All ſtainde with gore, halfe mar'd with fire & ſword VVhat there was got, how much account was had Of them: when backe they made their home return: VVhen happy Bourbon got thoſe lillyes three; Began their peace: did end that miſery.