Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.87 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
here he comes with your Niece, give them way till he take leave, and presently after him. I will meditate the while upon some horrid message for a Challenge. I have said too much unto a hart of stone, And laid mine honour too unchary on't: There's something in me that reproves my fault: But such a headstrong potent fault it is, That it but mocks reproof. With the same hauiour that your passion bears, Goes on my Master's griefs. here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture: Refuse it not, it hath no tongue, to vex you: And I beseech you come again to morrow. What shall you ask of me that I'll deny, That honour (saved) may upon ask give. Nothing but this, your true love for my master. How with mine honour may I give him that, Which I have given to you. I will acquit you. Well, come again to morrow: faretheewell, A Fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. Gentleman, God save thee. And you sir. That defence thou hast, betake the too't: of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know not: but thy intercepter full of despite, bloody as the Hunter, attends thee at the Orchard end: dismount thy tuck, be you're in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful, and deadly. You mistake sir I am sure, no man hath any quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free and clear from any image of offence done to any man. You'll find it otherwise I assure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your guard: for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength, skill, and wrath, can furnish man withal. I pray you sir what is he? He is knight dubbed with vnhatch'd Rapier, and on carpet consideration, but he is a devil in private brawl, souls and bodies hath he divorced three, and his incensement at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction can be none, but by pangs of death and sepulchre: Hob, nob, is his word: give't or take't. I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter, I have heard of some kind of men, that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk. Sir, no: his indignation derives itself out of a very computent injury, therefore get you on, and give him his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake that with me, which with as much safety you might answer him: therefore on, or strip your sword stark naked: for meddle you must that's certain, or forswear to wear iron about you. This is as uncivil as strange. I beseech you do me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what my offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing of my purpose. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this Gentleman, till my return.
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Heere he comes with your Neece, giue them way till he take leaue, and preſently after him. I wil meditate the while vpon ſome horrid meſſage for a Challenge. I haue ſaid too much vnto a hart of ſtone, And laid mine honour too vnchary on't: There's ſomething in me that reproues my fault: But ſuch a head-ſtrong potent fault it is, That it but mockes reproofe. With the ſame hauiour that your paſſion beares, Goes on my Maſters greefes. Heere, weare this Iewell for me, tis my picture: Refuſe it not, it hath no tongue, to vex you: And I beſeech you come againe to morrow. What ſhall you aske of me that Ile deny, That honour (ſau'd) may vpon asking giue. Nothing but this, your true loue for my maſter. How with mine honor may I giue him that, Which I haue giuen to you. I will acquit you. Well▪ come againe to morrow: far-thee-well, A Fiend like thee might beare my ſoule to hell. Gentleman, God ſaue thee. And you ſir. That defence thou haſt, betake the too't: of what nature the wrongs are thou haſt done him, I knowe not: but thy intercepter full of deſpight, bloody as the Hunter, attends thee at the Orchard end: diſmount thy tucke, be yare in thy preparation, for thy aſſaylant is quick, skilfull, and deadly. You miſtake ſir I am ſure, no man hath any quarrell to me: my remembrance is very free and cleere from any image of offence done to any man. You'l finde it otherwiſe I aſſure you: therefore, if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your gard: for your oppoſite hath in him what youth, ſtrength, skill, and wrath, can furniſh man withall. I pray you ſir what is he? He is knight dubb'd with vnhatch'd Rapier, and on carpet conſideration, but he is a diuell in priuate brall, ſoules and bodies hath he diuorc'd three, and his incenſement at this moment is ſo implacable, that ſatisfaction can be none, but by pangs of death and ſepulcher: Hob, nob, is his word: giu't or take't. I will returne againe into the houſe, and deſire ſome conduct of the Lady. I am no fighter, I haue heard of ſome kinde of men, that put quarrells purpoſely on others, to taſte their valour: belike this is a man of that quirke. Sir, no: his indignation deriues it ſelfe out of a very computent iniurie, therefore get you on, and giue him his deſire. Backe you ſhall not to the houſe, vnleſſe you vndertake that with me, which with as much ſafetie you might anſwer him: therefore on, or ſtrippe your ſword ſtarke naked: for meddle you muſt that's certain, or forſweare to weare iron about you. This is as vnciuill as ſtrange. I beſeech you doe me this courteous office, as to know of the Knight what my offence to him is: it is ſomething of my negligence, nothing of my purpoſe. I will doe ſo. Signiour Fabian, ſtay you by this Gentleman, till my returne.