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 0.86 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Pray you sir, do you know of this matter? I know the knight is incensed against you, even to a mortal arbitrement, but nothing of the circumstance more. I beseech you what manner of man is he? Nothing of that wonderful promise to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valour. He is indeed sir, the most skilful, bloody, & fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria: will you walk towards him, I will make your peace with him, if I can. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one, that had rather go with sir Priest, than sir knight: I care not who knows so much of my mettle. Why man he's a very devil, I have not seen such a virago: I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard, and all: and he gives me the stuck in with such a mortal motion that it is inevitable: and on the answer, he pays you as surely, as your feet hits the ground they step on. They say, he has been Fencer to the Sophy. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him. I but he will not now be pacified, Fabian can scarce hold him yonder. Plague on't, and I thought he had been vallant, and so cunning in Fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip, and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good show on't, this shall end without the perdition of souls, marry I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you. I have his horse to take up the quarrel, I have persuaded him the youths a devil. He is as horribly conceited of him: and pants, & looks pale, as if a Bear were at his heels. There's no remedy sir, he will fight with you for's oath sake: marry he hath better bethought him of his quarrel, and he finds that now scarce to be worth talking of: therefore draw for the supportance of his vow, he protests he will not hurt you. Pray God defend me: a little thing would make me tell them how much I lack of a man. Give ground if you see him furious. Come sir Andrew, there's no remedy, the Gentleman will for his honour's sake have one bout with you: he cannot by the Duello avoid it: but he has promised me, as he is a Gentleman and a Soldier, he will not hurt you. Come on, too't. Pray God he keep his oath. I do assure you 'tis against my will. Put up your sword: if this young Gentleman Have done offence, I take the fault on me: If you offend him, I for him defy you. You sir? Why, what are you? One sir, that for his love dares yet do more Than you have heard him brag to you he will. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
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Pray you ſir, do you know of this matter? I know the knight is incenſt againſt you, euen to a mortall arbitrement, but nothing of the circumſtance more. I beſeech you what manner of man is he? Nothing of that wonderfull promiſe to read him by his forme, as you are like to finde him in the proofe of his valour. He is indeede ſir, the moſt skilfull, bloudy, & fatall oppoſite that you could poſsibly haue found in anie part of Illyria: will you walke towards him, I will make your peace with him, if I can. I ſhall bee much bound to you for't: I am one, that had rather go with ſir Prieſt, then ſir knight: I care not who knowes ſo much of my mettle. Why man hees a verie diuell, I haue not ſeen ſuch a firago: I had a paſſe with him, rapier, ſcabberd, and all: and he giues me the ſtucke in with ſuch a mortall motion that it is ineuitable: and on the anſwer, he payes you as ſurely, as your feete hits the ground they ſtep on. They ſay, he has bin Fencer to the Sophy. Pox on't, Ile not meddle with him. I but he will not now be pacified, Fabian can ſcarſe hold him yonder. Plague on't, and I thought he had beene vallant, and ſo cunning in Fence, I'de haue ſeene him damn'd ere I'de haue challeng'd him. Let him let the matter ſlip, and Ile giue him my horſe, gray Capilet. Ile make the motion: ſtand heere, make a good ſhew on't, this ſhall end without the perdition of ſoules, marry Ile ride your horſe as well as I ride you. I haue his horſe to take vp the quarrell, I haue perſwaded him the youths a diuell. He is as horribly conceited of him: and pants, & lookes pale, as if a Beare were at his heeles. There's no remedie ſir, he will fight with you for's oath ſake: marrie hee hath better bethought him of his quarrell, and hee findes that now ſcarſe to bee worth talking of: therefore draw for the ſupportance of his vowe, he proteſts he will not hurt you. Pray God defend me: a little thing would make me tell them how much I lacke of a man. Giue ground if you ſee him furious. Come ſir Andrew, there's no remedie, the Gentleman will for his honors ſake haue one bowt with you: he cannot by the Duello auoide it: but hee has promiſed me, as he is a Gentleman and a Soldiour, he will not hurt you. Come on, too't. Pray God he keepe his oath. I do aſſure you tis againſt my will. Put vp your ſword: if this yong Gentleman Haue done offence, I take the fault on me: If you offend him, I for him defie you. You ſir? Why, what are you? One ſir, that for his loue dares yet do more Then you haue heard him brag to you he will. Nay, if you be an vndertaker, I am for you.