Hawkins, William · published 1627 · first performed or written 1627 [Feb 6] (Annals) comedy T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.76 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
But Master, if you'll give me leave, I dare ask who dares make your choler boil. Sir boy, I'm angry with myself, and with a certain Knight errant. Errant? An errant ass he is, that angers you. I'll lay my cap against my dinner (that's odds against a cheese paring) some Knight has taken the wall of you, and has challenged you into the field. And now methink, your anger makes you tremble. learn this of me, no fear, but anger, makes men of valour tremble. For anger is the whetstone of fortitude, as sometime said Sir Harry Tottle, my fellow Knight and Philosopher. Woe to that Knight, which conjured up that spright. Your angry spirit will not be conjured down, without blood shed. (The reason is, my Master loves black puddings well.) But I pray you Master, what knight? I'll be your second. My keen weapon feeds on bloodshed. But I shall have the worst in this bloody combat. (For nothing but the pudding skins and knotted threads, will fall to my share.) Didst thou mark even now when Sir Orgolio came to me, desirous to be intolled my scholar? I remember you went aside: but I could not perceive so much as an angry look between you. No. He was well pleased: but little to my case. The truth is, for fashion's sake, I had him to dinner against tomorrow at my lodging. And he.— (he's enjoined penance by it) And he, like an unnurtured swain,— Would have you dine with him. NO. No, Imp. The swain accepted my proffer. Was I so kind and generous to invite him, and he be so unkind as to come? Indeed that's plain Country fashion, unfit for us. I tell thee Imp I hate him for it, and if he come, I'll sauce him for it. He shall diners last. I'll temper the salad with my own hands. So you had need, (for we have no Co●ke to do it. My Master and I are all the officers i'th' house) But Master, is it so hateful and deadly to accept a dinner at another man's table? How are you then alive? methinks the Lords and Knights should have poisoned you long since. Thou hast a pestilent cross witted brain. I think thy conceits do caper the cross point within thy pericranium. But see how far thy reach comes short of mine. (I me sane to reach far sometime, else I may starve.) Such young cubs as thou, though wily, yet cannot extinguish. I extinguish thus upon the point. A man may be said to eat another's meat upon invitation, or sans invitation. Which the vulgar call not invited▪ I walk the second way. I will not be invited. My worth, my gentle faculty, My brave profession, They are the Orators, the Messengers, the Sergeants that invite, and drive, and draw me to the tables of the best. I would not be that Porter that should keep you out (in a cold hungry day when we have fasted over night.)
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But Master, if you'le giue me leaue, I dare aske who dares make your choller boyle. Sir boy, I'me angry with my selfe, and with a certaine Knight errant. Errant? An errant asse he is, that angers you. I'le lay my cap against my dinner (that's oddes against a cheese paring) some Knight has taken the wall of you, and has challenged you into the field. And now mee thinke, your anger makes you tremble. learne this of me, no feare, but ange, makes men of valour tremble. For anger is the wherstone of fortitude, as sometime said Sir Harry Tottle, my fellow Knight and Philosopher. Woe to that Knight, which coniur'd vp that spright. Your angry spirit will not be coniut'd downe, without blood shed. (The reason is, my Master loues blacke puddings well.) But I pray you Master, what knight? I'le be your second. My keene weapon feedes on bloodshed. But I shall haue the worst in this bloody combat. (For nothing but the pudding skinnes and knotted threeds, will fall to my share.) Didst thou marke euen now when Sir Orgoli came to me, desirous to be intoll'd my schollar? I remember you went aside: but I could not perceiue so much as an angry looke betweene you. No. He was well pleased: but little to my case. The truth is, for fashions sake, I had him to dinner against to morrow at my lodging. And he.— (Hees inioyned penance by it) And he, like an vnnurtur'd swayne,— Would haue you dine with him. NO. No, Imp. The swaine accepted my psser. Was I so kinde and generous to inute him, and he be so vnkinde as to come? Indeed that's plaine County fashion, vnfit for vs. I tell thee Imp I hate him for it, and if he come, I'le sauce him for it. He shall dines last. I'le temper the sallad with my owne hands. So you had need, (fo we hue no Coke to doe it. My Master and I are all the offi i'th house) But Master, is it so hatefull and deadly to accept a dinner at another man table? How are you then aliue? Me thinkes the Lords and Knights should haue poysoned you long since. Thou hast a pestilent crosse witted brain. I thinke thy conceits doe caper the crosse point within thy Picranion. But ee how fae thy reach comes short of mine. (I me saine to reach fare sometime, else I may sarue.) Such young cubs as thou, though wily, yet cannot extinguish. I extinguish tus vpon the point. A man may be said to eate anothers meate vpon inuitation, o sans inuitaton. Which the vulgar call not inuited▪ walke the second way. I will not be inuited. My woth, my gentle faculty, My braue profession, They are the Oratos, the Messengers, the Sergeants that inuite, and driue, and draw me to the tables of the best. I would not be that Porter that should keepe you out (in a cold hungry day when we haue fasted ouer night.)