Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Were she so? that shall we see. By God's heart my Dagger into her I will thrust. A ye boy, ye would do it and ye durst. Peace my masters ye shall not fight: He that draws first I will him smite. Gog's wounds Master Snuff are ye so lusty? Gog's sides master Ruf are ye so crusty? You may happen to see: Do what thou darest to me. Gog's sides knaves, seeing to fight ye be so rough Defend yourselves for I will give ye both enough. I will teach ye how ye shall fall out for me: Yea thou slave Snuff, no more blows wilt thou bide? To take thy heels a time hast thou spied? Thou Villain seeing Snuff is gone away: A little better I mean thee to pay. Alas good mistress Meretrix no more: My legs, sides, and arms with beating be sore. Thou a Soldier and lose thy weapon? Go hence Sir boy. say a woman hath thee beaten. Good Mistress Meretrix my weapon let me have: Take pity on me mine honesty to save. If it be known this repulle I sustain: It will redound to my ignomy and shame. If thou will be my man and wait upon me: This Sword and Buckler I will give thee. I will do all at your commandment: As servant to you I will be obedient Then let me see how before me ye can go: When I speak to you ye shall do so. Of with your cap at place and at board: Forsooth mistress Meretrix at every word. Tut, tut, in the Camp such Soldiers there be: One good woman would beaten a way two or three. Well I am sure Customers tarry at home: Mannerly before and let us be gone. O the passion of God, be they here still or no? I durst not abide to see her heat them so. I may say to you I was in such a flight: Body of me I see the hear of my head stand upright. When I saw her so hard upon them lay on: O the passion of God thought I, she will be with me anon I made no more a do but avoided the thrust: And to my legs began for to trust. And fell a laughing to myself when I was once gone: It is wisdom (quoth I) by the mass to save one. Then into this place I intended to trudge: Thinking to meet Sisamnes the judge. Behold where he cometh I will him meet: And like a gentleman I mean him to greet Since that the King's graces majesty in office did me set: What abundance of wealth to me might I get. Now & then sun vantage I achieve, much more yet may I take: But that I fear unto the king, that some, complaint will make Iesu master Sisamnes you are unwise. Why so? I pray ye let me agnize. What master Ambidexter, is it you? Now welcome to me I make God avow.
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Were ſhe ſo? that ſhall we ſée. By Gogs hart my Dagger into her I wil thruſt. A ye boy, ye would doo it and ye durſt. Peace my maiſters ye ſhall not fight: He that drawes firſt I wil him ſmite. Gogs wounds Maiſter Snuf are ye ſo luſty? Gogs ſides maiſter Ruf are ye ſo cruſty? You may happen to ſée: Doo what thou dareſt to me. Gogs ſides knaues, ſéeing to fight ye be ſo rough Defend your ſelues for I wil giue ye bothe inough. I wil teach ye how ye ſhall fall out for me: Yea thou ſlaue Snuf, no more blowes wilt thou bide? To take thy héeles a time haſte thou ſpied? Thou Villain ſéeing Snuf is gone away: A little better I meane thée to pay. Alas good miſtres Meretrix no more: My legs, ſides, and armes with beating be ſore. Thou a Souldier and looſe thy weapon? Go hence Sir boy. ſay a woman hath thée beaten. Good Miſtres Meretrix my weapon let me haue: Take pitie on me mine honeſtie to ſaue. If it be knowen this repulle I ſuſtain: It wil redound to my ignomy and ſhame. If thou will be my man and wait vpon mée: This Swoord and Buckler I wil giue thee. I wil doo all at your commaundement: As ſeruant to you I wil be obedient Then let me ſée how before me ye can go: When I ſpeake to you ye ſhall doo ſo. Of with your cap at place and at boord: Forſooth miſtres Meretrix at euery woord. Tut, tut, in the Camp ſuch Souldiers there be: One good woman would beat a way two or thrée. Wel I am ſure Cuſtomers tary at home: Manerly before and let vs be gone. O the paſſion of God, be they héer ſtil or no? I durſt not abide to ſée her heat them ſo. I may ſay to you I was in ſuch a flight: Body of me I ſée the heare of my hed ſtand vpright. When I ſaw her ſo hard vpon them lay on: O ye paſſiō of God thought I, ſhe wil be with me anon I made no more a doo but auoided the thruſt: And to my legges began for to truſt. And fel a laughing to my ſelf when I was once gone: It is wiſdome (quoth I) by the maſſe to ſaue one. Then into this place I intended to trudge: Thinking to meet Siſamnes the Iudge. Beholde where he commeth I wil him méet: And like a gentleman I meane him to gréet Since that the Kings graces maieſtie in office did me ſet: What abundance of welth to me might I get. Now & thē ſōe vantage I atchiue, much more yet may I take: But that I fear vnto the king, that ſome, complaint wil make Ieſu maiſter Siſamnes you are vnwiſe. Why ſo? I pray ye let me agniſe. What maiſter Ambidexter, is it you? Now welcome to me I make God avow.