Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.84 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Of a certain Knight, that swore by his Honour they were good Pancakes, and swore by his Honour the Mustard was naught: Now I'll stand to it, the Pancakes were naught, and the Mustard was good, and yet was not the Knight forsworn. How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge? I marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom. Stand you both forth now: struck your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. By our beards (if we had them) thou art. By my knavery (if I had it) than I were: but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no more was this knight swearing by his Honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever he saw those Pancakes, or that Mustard. Prithee, who is't that thou meansed? One that old Frederick your Father loves. My Father's love is enough to honour him enough; speak no more of him, you'll be whipped for taxation one of these days. The more pity that fools may not speak wisely, what Wisemen do foolishly. By my troth thou sayest true: For, since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show; here comes Monsieur the Beu. With his mouth full of news. Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their young. Then shall we be newes-cramed. All the better: we shallbe the more Marketable. Boon-iour Monsieur le Beu, what's the news? Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport. Sport: of what colour? What colour Madame? How shall I answer you? As wit and fortune will. Or as the destinies decrees. Well said, that was laid on with a trowel. Nay, if I keep not my rank. Thou losest thy old smell. You amaze me Ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of. Yet tell us the manner of the Wrestling. I will tell you the beginning: and if it please your Ladyships, you may see the end, for the best is yet to do, and here where you are, they are coming to perform it. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried. There comes an old man, and his three sons. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by these presents. The eldest of the three, wrestled with Charles the Duke's Wrestler, which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: So he served the second, and so the third: yonder they lie, the poor old man their Father, making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.
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Of a certaine Knight, that ſwore by his Honour they were good Pan-cakes, and ſwore by his Honor the Muſtard was naught: Now Ile ſtand to it, the Pancakes were naught, and the Muſtard was good, and yet was not the Knight forſworne. How proue you that in the great heape of your knowledge? I marry, now vnmuzzle your wiſedome. Stand you both forth now: ſtroke your chinnes, and ſweare by your beards that I am a knaue. By our beards (if we had them) thou art. By my knauerie (if I had it) then I were: but if you ſweare by that that is not, you are not forſworn: no more was this knight ſwearing by his Honor, for he neuer had anie; or if he had, he had ſworne it away, before euer he ſaw thoſe Pancakes, or that Muſtard. Prethee, who is't that thou means't? One that old Fredericke your Father loues. My Fathers loue is enough to honor him enough; ſpeake no more of him, you'l be whipt for taxation one of theſe daies. The more pittie that fooles may not ſpeak wiſely, what Wiſemen do fooliſhly. By my troth thou ſaieſt true: For, ſince the little wit that fooles haue was ſilenced, the little foolerie that wiſe men haue makes a great ſhew; Heere comes Monſieur the Beu. With his mouth full of newes. Which he vvill put on vs, as Pigeons feed their young. Then ſhal we be newes-cram'd. All the better: we ſhalbe the more Marketable. Boon-iour Monſieur le Beu, what's the newes? Faire Princeſſe, you haue loſt much good ſport. Sport: of what colour? What colour Madame? How ſhall I aunſwer you? As wit and fortune will. Or as the deſtinies decrees. Well ſaid, that was laid on with a trowell. Nay, if I keepe not my ranke. Thou looſeſt thy old ſmell. You amaze me Ladies: I would haue told you of good wraſtling, which you haue loſt the ſight of. Yet tell vs the manner of the Wraſtling. I wil tell you the beginning: and if it pleaſe your Ladiſhips, you may ſee the end, for the beſt is yet to doe, and heere where you are, they are comming to performe it. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried. There comes an old man, and his three ſons. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Three proper yong men, of excellent growth and preſence. With bils on their neckes: Be it knowne vnto all men by theſe preſents. The eldeſt of the three, wraſtled with Charles the Dukes Wraſtler, which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribbes, that there is little hope of life in him: So he ſeru'd the ſecond, and ſo the third: yonder they lie, the poore old man their Father, making ſuch pittiful dole ouer them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.