Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
That must not be. Then say when thou art dead, thou wert offered conditions for thy life: Cam, thou shalt feed, and feed high Chameleon,— let me see;— come 'tis my foolish nature to ha' compassion o'thee, I know thouart sorry, shalt only confess thyself a rascal under thy hand then, and stay my in ended revenge which else would ha' been immortal. Let me consider. Oho Cam.— Both cowards, we shall have no skirmish. Now I think on't, what if my man Iasper, should be valiant and kill Lodam— umh? what pickle were I in: worse-worse, he'll run away, I shall be taken and hanged for the Conspiracy. Ah— Iasper, rogue that I was, where were my brains to challenge him— he won't hear— a stubborn knave, he looks as if he meant to kill: ah Iasper. I ha' seen a dog look like him, that has drawn a Wicker bottle, rattling about the streets, and leering on both sides, where to get a quiet corner to bite his tail off. I do imagine myself apprehended already: now the Constable is carrying me to Newgate— now, now. I'm at the session's house, i'the Dock:— now I'm called— not guilty my Lord:— the jury has found the indictment Billa vera— now, now comes my sentence. I am resolved sir. Ha.— You shall have what acknowledgement, this pen of steel will draw out in your flesh, with red ink, and no other, dear master Lodam. How? So, so. Now I'm i'the Cart, riding up Holborn in a two wheeled Chariot, with a guard of Halberdiers: there goes a proper fellow says one: good people pray for me: now I am at the three Wooden stilts.— Is this Rawbone the Coward? Dost hear thing— consider what thou dost, come among friends, thy word shall be as good as a note under thy hand, tempt not my fury— would I were off, with asking him forgiveness. hay! now I feel my toes hang i'the Cart: Now 'tis drawn away, now, now, now, I am gone— You must show your fencing. Hold: I demand a parley. How? 'tis not for your reputation to deal with a Gentleman upon unequal terms. Where lie the odds? how's this? Examine our bodies: I take it I am the fairer mark, 'tis a disadvantage: feed till you be as fat as I, and i'll fight w'ee as I am a Gentleman. It sha' not serve your turn. Hold, murder, murder. I'm dead, I'm dead. Whoreson puff-paste, how he winks and barks: How now Gentlemen, master Lodam. Captain, should ha' come but a little sooner, and ha' seen good sport, by this flesh he came up handsomely to me; a pretty spark faith Captain. How sir? But if you be his friend, run for a Surgeon for him, I have hurt him under the short ribs, beside a cut or two i'th' shoulder: would I were in a miller's sack yonder, though I were ground for't, to be quit onem.
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That must not be. Then say when thou art dead, thou wer offred conditions for thy life: Cam, thou shalt feed, and feed high Cameleon,— let me see; —come tis my foolish nature to ha compassion o'thee, I know th'art sorry, shat onely confesse thy selfe a rascall vnder thy hand then, and stay my in ended reuenge which else would ha beene immortall. Let me consider. Oh Cam.— Both cowards, we shall haue no skirmish. Now I thinke on't, what if my man Iasper, should be valiant and kill Lodam—umh? what pickle were I in: worse-worse, hee'le runne away, I shall bee taken and hang'd for the Conspiracy. Ah— Iasper, ogue that I was, where were my braines to challenge him—he wonot heare — a stubborne knaue, he lookes as if he meant to kill: ah Iasper. I ha seene a dogge looke like him, that has drawne a Wicker bottle, ratling about the streetes, and leering on both sides, where to get a quiet corner to bite his tayle off. I doe imagine my selfe apprehended already: now the Constable is carrying me to New-gate—now, now▪ I me at the Sessions house, i'the Docke:—now I'me cald—not guilty my Lord:— the Iury has found the indicement Billa vera— now, now comes my sentence. I am resolu'd sir. Ha.— You shall haue what acknowledgement, this pen of steele will draw out in your flesh, with red inke, and no other, deare master Lodam. How? So, so. Now I'me i'the Cart, riding vp Holborne in a two wheel'd Chariot, with a guard of Halberdiers: there goes a proper fellow sayes one: good people pray for me: now I am at the three Wodden stilts.— Is this Rawbone the Coward? Doest heare thing— consider what thou doest, come among friends, thy word shall bee as good as a note vnder thy nd, not my fury—wod I were off, with asking him forgiuenesse. Hey! now I feele my toes hang i'the Cart: Now tis drawne away, now, now, now, I am gone— You must shew your fencing. Hold: I demaund a pare. How? Tis not for your reputation to deale with a Gentle-man vpon vnequall termes. Where lye the oddes? Howes this? Examine our bodies: I take it I am the fairer marke, tis a disaduantage: feede til you be as fat as I, and ile fight w'ee as I am a Gentle-man. It sha not serue your turne. Hold, murder, murder. I'm dead, I'm dead. Whorson puffe-paste, how he winkes and barkes: How now Gentle-men, master Lodam. Captayne, shud a come but a little sooner, and ha seene good sport, by this flesh hee came vp handsomely to me; a pritty sparke faith Captaye. How sir? But if you be his friend, runne for a Surgeon for him, I haue hurt him vnder the short ribs, beside a cut or two ith'shoulder: would I were in a Millars sacke yonder, though I were ground for't, to be quit onem.