Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.86 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Why how now pretty Mistress, now I have caught you. What can you injure so your time to stray thus from your faithful Servant. Pish, stop your words good Knight, 'twill make her blush else, which wound to high for the Daughters of the Freedom, honour, and faithful Servant, they are compliments for the worthies of Whitehall, or Greenwich, e'en plain, sufficient, subsidy words serves us Sir. And is this Gentlewoman your worthy Niece? You may be bold with her on these terms, 'tis she Sir, Heir to some nineteen Mountains. Bless us all, you overwhelm me Sir with love and riches. And all as high as Paul's. Here's work i'faith. How sayest thou Davy? Higher Sir by far, you cannot see the top of 'em. What Man? Maudlin salute this Gentlewoman, our Daughter if things hit right. My Knight with a brace of Footmen, is come and brought up his Ewe Mutton, to find a Ram at London, I must hasten it, or else pick a Famine, her blood's mine, and that's the surest. Well Knight, that choice spoy is only kept for me. Sir? Turn not to me till thou mayst lawfully, it but whets my stomach, which is too sharp set already. Read that note carefully, keep me from suspicion still, nor know my zeal but in thy Heart: read and send but thy liking in three words, I'll be at hand to take it. O turn Sir, turn. A poor plain Boy, an University Man, proceeds next Lent to a Bachelor of Art, he will be called Sir Yellowhammer then over all Cambridge, and that's halfe a Knight. Please you draw near, and taste the welcome of the City Sir? Come good Sir Walter, and your virtuous Niece here. 'Tis manners to take kindness. Lead 'em in Wife. Your company Sir. I'll give't you instantly. How strangely busy is the Devil and riches, Poor Soul kept in too hard, her Mother's Eye, is cruel toward her, being to him, 'twere a good mirth now to set him a work to make her wedding Ring. I must about it. Rather than the gain should fall to a Stranger, 'twas honesty in me to enrich my Father. The Girl is wondrous peevish, I fear nothing, but that she's taken with some other love, then all's quite dashed, that must be narrowly looked to, we cannot be too wary in our Children. What is't you lack? O nothing now, all that I wish is present. I would have a wedding Ring made for a Gentlewoman, with all speed that may be. Of what weight Sir? Of some half ounce, stand fair and comely, with the Spark of a Diamond. Sir 'twere pity to lose the least grace. Pray let's see it, indeed Sir 'tis a pure one. So is the Mistress. Have you the wideness of her Finger Sir?
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Why how now prettie Miſtris, now I haue caught you. What can you iniure ſo your time to ſtrey thus from your faithfull Seruant. Piſh, ſtop your words good Knight, 'twill make her bluſh elſe, which wound to high for the Daughters of the Freedome, honor, and faithfull Seruant, they are complements for the Worthy's of Whitehall, or Greenwitch, eene plaine, ſufficient, ſubſidy words ſerues vs Sir. And is this Gentlewoman your worthy Neece? You may be bold with her on theſe termes, 'tis ſhe Sir, Heire to ſome nineteene Mountaines. Bleſſe vs all, you ouer-whelme me Sir with loue and riches. And all as high as Pauls. Here's worke I faith. How ſayeſt thou Dauy? Higher Sir by farre, you cannot ſee the top of 'em. What Man? Maudline ſalute this Gentlewoman, our Daughter if things hit right. My Knight with a brace of Footmen, is come and brought vp his Ewe Mutton, to find a Ram at London, I muſt haſten it, or elſe picke a Famine, her Bloods mine, and that's the ſureſt. Well Knight, that choyſe ſpoy is onely kept for me. Sir? Turne not to me till thou mayſt lawfully, it but whets my ſtomacke, which is too ſharpe ſet already. Read that note carefully, keepe me from ſuſpition ſtill, nor know my zeale but in thy Heart: read and ſend but thy liking in three words, I'le be at hand to take it. O turne Sir, turne. A poore plaine Boy, an Vniuerſitie Man, proceeds next Lent to a Batcheler of Art, he will be call'd Sr Yellowhammer then ouer all Cambridge, and that's halfe a Knight. Pleaſe you draw neere, and taſt the well-come of the Citie Sir? Come good Sr Walter, and your vertuous Neece here. 'Tis manners to take kindneſſe. Lead 'em in Wife. Your company Sir. I'le giue't you inſtantly. How ſtrangely buſie is the Diuell and riches, Poore Soule kept in too hard, her Mothers Eye, is cruell toward her, being to him, 'twere a good mirth now to ſet him a worke to make her wedding Ring. I muſt about it. Rather then the gaine ſhould fall to a Stranger, 'twas honeſtie in me to enrich my Father. The Girle is wondrous peuiſh, I feare nothing, but that ſhe's taken with ſome other loue, then all's quite daſht, that muſt be narrowly lookt to, we cannot be too wary in our Children. What iſt you lack? O nothing now, all that I wiſh is preſent. I would haue a wedding Ring made for a Gentlewoman, with all ſpeed that may be. Of what weight Sir? Of ſome halfe ounce, ſtand faire and comely, with the Sparke of a Diamond. Sir 'twere pittie to loſe the leaſt grace. Pray let's ſee it, indeed Sir 'tis a pure one. So is the Miſtris. Haue you the wideneſſe of her Finger Sir?