Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.78 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
A foul horesone what a sturdy thife it is? But we will pelt thee knave until for woe thou piss, Let me come to that elf. Nay nay thou shalt have work enough to save thyself, Fight. Take breath and change your weapons play the men, Some what it was that made thee come again, Thou stickest some what better to thy tackling I see, But what, no force ye are but Iack sprot to me. Have hold hear is a morsel for thee to eat, Here is a pelt to make your knaves heart freete, There is a blow able to fell a hog, And here is a foin behind for a mad dog, Hold hold hold the lubber is down, O Strike of his head while I houde him by the crown, Thou monstrous wretch, thou mortal foe to me and mine, Which evermore at my good luck and fortune diddest repine, Take here thy just desert and payment for thy hire. Thy head this day shall me prefer unto my hearts desire, O noble Wit, the praise, the game is thine, Hove up his head upon your spear, so here a joyful sign. O valiant knight, O conquest full of prays. O blessed of god to see these happy days. You you, my faithful Squires deserves no less, Whose tried trust, well known to me in my distress. And certain hope of your fixed faith, and fast good will, Made me attempt this famous fact most needful to fulfil, To you I yield great thanks, to me redownds the gain. Now home a pace, and ring it out, that Tediousness is slain. Say all at once, Tediousness is slain. I hear and see the joyful news, wherein I take delight, That Tediousness our mortal foe, is overcome in fight. I see the sign of victory, the sign of manliness: The heap of happy haps: the joy y tongue cannot express. O welcome fame from day to day for ever shall arise. Avaunt ye griping cares, and lodge no more in me, For you have lost, and I have won continual joys and see. Now let me freely touch, and freely you embrace, And let my friends with open mouth proclaim my blissful case. The world shall know doubt not, and shall blow out your fame, Then true report shall sand abroad, your everlasting name. Now let our parents dear, be certified of this, So that our marriage may forth with proceed as meet it is. Come after me all five, and I will lead you in. My pain is paste, wy gladness to begin, My task is done, my heart is set at rest, My foe subdued, my Ladies love possessed. I thank my friends, whose help I have at need, And thus you see, how Wit and Science are agreed, We twain hence forth one soul, in bodies twain must dwell Rejoice I pray you all with me, my friends and far ye well.
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A foule horesone what a sturdie thife it is? But we wyll pelt thee knaue vntill for woe thou pisse, Let me come to that elfe. Nay nay thou shalt haue worke inoughe to saue thy selfe, Fight. Take breath and chaunge your weapones playe the men, Some what it was that made thee come agaen, Thou stickest some what better to thy takling I see, But what, no force ye are but Iack sprot to mee. Haue houlde heare is a morsell for thee to eate, Here is a pelt to make youre knaues hart freete, There is a blowe able to fll a hogge, And here is a foyne behynde for a madde dogge, Houlde houlde houlde the lubber is downe, Oh Stryke of his hed whyle I houde hym by the crowne, Thou monstrous wretch, thou mortall foe to me and mne, Which euermore at my good lucke and fortune didest repyne, Take here thy iuste desert and payment for thy hire. Thy hed this day shall mee prefer vnto my hartes desyre, O noble Witte, the prayse, the game is thine, Houe vp his head vpon your speare, soe here a ioyfull signe. O valiant knighte, O conquest full of praye. O blest of god to sée these happie dayes. You you, my faithfull Squiers deserues no lesse, Whose tried trust, well knowen to mee in my distres. And certain hope of your fixt fayth, and aste good will, Made me attempt this famouse fact most nedefull to fulfill, To you I yeald great thancks, to me redownds the gaine. Now home a pace, and ringe it out, that Tediousnes is slayne. Say all at once, Tediousnes is slaine. I heare and sée the ioyfull newes, wherin I take delight, That Tediousnes our mortall foe, is ouercme in ight. I see the signe of victorye, the signe of manlines: The heape of happy happes: the ioy y• tongue cannot expresse. O welcome fame from day to day for euer shal arise. Auaunt ye griping cares, and lodge no more in mee, For you haue lost, and I haue wonne continuall ioyes and sée. Nowe let me fréely touche, and fréely you embrace, And let my frendes with open mouth proclame my blisfull case. The world shall know doubt not, and shal blow out your fame, Then true report shall send abrode, your euerlasting name. Nowe let our parentes déere, be certifyed of this, So that our mariage may forth with procede as meete it is. Come after mée all fiue, and I will lead you in. My payne is paste, wy gladnes to beginne, My taske is done, my hart is set at rest, My foe subdued, my Ladyes loue possest. I thancke my frends, whose helpe I haue at neede, And thus you see, howe Witte and Science are agréed, Wée twaine hence forth one soule, in bodyes twayne must dwel Reioyse I praye you all with mee, my frendes and fare ye well.