Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
On forward. They come. Stand. Hold. Keep. There. Strike. Take heed. Well said Trupenie. Ah whoresons. well done in deed Hold thine own Harpax, down with them Dobinet. Now Madge, there Annot: now stick them Tibet. All my chief quarrel is to this same little knave, That beguiled me last day, nothing shall him save. Down with this little quean, that hath at me such spite, Save you from her master, it is a very sprite. I myself will mounsire grand captain undertake, They win ground. Save yourself sir, for God's sake. Out, alas, I am slain, help. Save yourself. Alas. Nay then, have at you mistress. Thou hittest me, alas. I will strike at Custance here. Thou hittest me. so I will Nay mistress Custance. Alas, thou hittest me still. Hold. Save yourself sir. Help, out alas I am slain Truce, hold your hands, truce for a pissing while or twain: Now how say you Custance, for saving of your life, Will ye yield and grant to be this gentman's wife? Ye told me he loved me, call ye this love? He loved a while even like a turtle dove. Gay love God save it, so soon hot, so soon cold. I am sorry for you: he could love you yet so he could. Nay by cocks precious she shall be none of mine. Why so? Come away, by the mat she is mankine. I durst adventure the loss of my right hand, If she did not flee her other husband: And see if she prepare not again to fight. What then? saint George to borrow, our lady's knight. slay else whom she will, by gog she shall not slay me. How then? Rather than to be slain, I will flee. Too it again, my knightesses, down with them all. Away, away, away, she will else kill us all. Nay stick to it, like an hardy man and a tall. Oh bones, thou bittest me. Away, or else die we shall. Away for the pash of our sweet Lord Iesus Christ. Away lout and lubber, or I shall be thy priest. So this field is ours we have driven them all away. Thanks to God mistress, ye have had a fair day. Well now go ye in, and make yourself some good cheer. We go. Ah sir, what a field we have had here. Friend Tristram, I pray you be a witness with me. Dame Custance, I shall depose for your honesty, And now fare ye well, except some thing else ye would. Not now, but when I need to send I will be bold. I thank you for these pains. And now I will get me in, Now Roister Doister will no more wooing begin. SYm Suresby my trusty man, now advise thee well, And see that no false surmises thou me tell, Was there such ado about Custance of a truth?
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On forward. They com. Stād. Hold. Kepe. There. Strike. Take héede. Wel sayd Trupeny. Ah whooresons. weldon in déede Holde thine owne Harpax, downe with them Dobinet. Now Madge, there Annot: now sticke them Tibet. All my chiefe quarell is to this same little knaue, That bgyled me last day, nothyng shall him saue. Downe with this litle queane, that hath at me such spite, Saue you from hir maister, it is a very sprite. I my selfe will mounsire graunde captaine vndertake, They win grounde. Saue your selfe sir, for gods sake. Out, alas, I am slaine, helpe. Saue your self. Alas. Nay then, haue at you mstesse. Thou hittest me, alas. I wil strike at Custāce here. Thou hittest me. so I wil Nay mistresse Custance. Alas, thou hittest me still. Hold. Saue your self sir. Help, out alas I am slain Truce, hold your hands, truce for a pissing while or twaine: Now how say you Custance, for sauing of your life, Will ye yelde and graunt to be this gentmans wife? Ye tolde me he loued me, call ye this loue? He loued a while euen like a turtle doue. Gay loue God saue it, so soone hotte, so soone colde. I am sory for you: he could loue you yet so he coulde. Nay by cocks precious she shall be none of mine. Why so? Come away, by the matte she is mankine. I durst aduenture the losse of my right hande, If she dyd not flee hir other husbande: And sée if she prepare not againe to fight. What then? sainct George to borow, our Ladies knight▪ Slée else whom she will, by gog she shall not slee mée. How then? Rather than to be slaine, I will flée. Too it againe, my knightesses, downe with them all. Away, away, away, she will else kyll vs all. Nay sticke to it, like an hardie man and a tall. Oh bones, thou bittest me. Away, or else die we shall. Away for the pashe of our swéete Lord Iesus Christ. Away loute and lubber, or I shall be thy priest. So this fielde is ours we haue driuen them all away. Thankes to God mistresse, ye haue had a faire day. Well nowe goe ye in, and make your selfe some good chéere. We goe. Ah sir, what a field we haue had héere. Friend Tristram, I pray you be a witnesse with me. Dame Custance, I shall depose for your honestie, And nowe fare ye well, except some thing else ye wolde. Not now, but when I nede to sende I will be bolde. I thanke you for thess paines. And now I wyll get me in, Now Roister Doister will no more wowyng begin. SYm Suresby my trustie man, nowe aduise thée well, And sée that no false surmises thou me tell, Was there such ade about Custance of a truth?