Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Thou beganst first, didst thou not say even now, That Carisophus my Master was no man but a cow, taking so many blows, and gave never a blow again? I said so in deed, he is but a tame Ruffian, that can swear by his flask & twiche hor & Gods precious lady: And yet be will be beaten with a faggot stick: These barking whelps were never good biters, ●e yet great crackers were ever great fighters: but seeing you egg me so much I will somewhat more recite, Carisophus thy master is a flattering Parisite: glening away the sweet from the worthy in all the Court, tragedy hath he moved of late? the devil take him he doth much hurt. I pray you what is Aristippus thy master, is not he a Parisite to, that with scoffing and testing in the Court makes so much a do? He is no parasite, but a pleasant Gentleman, full of courtesy, Thy master is a churlish lout the heir of a dung fork, as void of honesty, thou art of honour. Nay if you will needs be prating of my master still, faith, I must cool you my friend Dapper Will. take this at the beginning. I Praise well your winning, my Pantacle is as ready as yours. By the Mass I will box you. By cock I will Fox you Will, was I with you. Iacke, did I fly? Alas pretty cockerel, you are to weak. In faith Dutting Duttell, you will cry creak, Away you crack ropes, are you fight at the Court gate? And I take you hear again, I will swinge you both, what? I beshrew Snap the Tipstaffe that great knaves heart, y hither did come Had he not been, you had cried ere this Victus, victa, victum, But seeing we have breathed ourselves, if ye list, Let us agree like friends, and shake each other by the fist. Content am I, for I am not malicious, but on this condition, That you talk no more so broad of my master as here you have done, But who have we here, is Cobex epi coming yonder. Will, let us slip aside and view him well. What Devil, iche ween the Porters are drunk, will they not buy the gate tooday Take in Coals for the Kings own mouth, will no body stur I say? Ich might have lain twain bowers longer in my bed, Cha tarried so long here, that my teeth chatter in my head. Will, after our falling out, wilt thou laugh merrily? I marry Iacke, I pray thee heartily. Then follow me, and hem in a word now and then: What brawling knave is there at the Court gate so early? It is some brainsick Villain, I durst lay a penny. It was you sir that cried so loud, I trow, And bid us take in Coals for the kings mouth, even now. 'twas I indeed.
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¶ Thou beganst first, didst thou not say euen nowe, hat Carisophus my Master was no man but a cowe, takinge so many blowes, and gaue neuer a blow agayne? ¶ I sayde so in déede, he is but a tame Ruffian, hat can swere by his flaske & twiche hor & Gods precious lady: nd yet be will be beaten with a faggot stick: hee barking whepes were neuer good biters, e yet great crakers were euer great fighters: ut seeinge you eg mée so much wyll somewhat more resight, ay Cariopus thy master is a flattring Parisite: lening away the sweet from the worthy in all the Courte, hat tragiie hath he moued of late? ye deuell take him he doth much hurt. ¶ I pray you what is Aristippus thy master, is not he a Parisite to, hat with scoffing and testing in the Court makes so much a doo? ¶ He is no Parisie, but a pleasant Gentlman, full of curtesie, hy master is a chulth loute the heyre of a doung forke, as voyde of honestie, thou art of honour. ¶ Nay yf you wyll needes be prating of my master styll, faith, I must coole you my frinde Dapper Wyll. ake this at the beginning. I Prayse well your winning, my Pantacle is as readie as yours. By the Masse I wyll boxe you. By cocke I wyll Foxe you Wyll, was I with you. Iacke, did I flye? Alas pretie cockerell, you are to weake. In faith Dutting Duttell, you wyll crye creake, Away you cracke ropes, are you fighting at the Courte gate? And I take you heare agayne, I wyll swindge you both, what? I beshrew Snap the Tipstaffe that great knaues hart, y• hether dicom Had he not ben, you had cried ere this Victus, victa, victum, But seing wée haue breathed our selues, if ye list, Let vs agrée like friends, and shake eche other by the fist. Content am I, for I am not malicious, but on this condition, That you talke no more so brode of my master as here you haue done, But who haue wée here, is Cobex epi comming yonder. Wyll, let vs slipp aside and vewe him well. What Deuell, iche wéene ye Porters are drunke, will they not uy the gate tooday Take in Coles for ye Kings owne mouth, wyll no body stur I say? Ich might haue layne tway bowers longer in my bdde, Cha taried so longe here, that my teeth chatter in my heade. Wyll, after our fallinge out, wilt thou laugh merily▪ I mary Iacke, I pray thée hartely. Then folow me, and hemme in a worde now and then: What braulynge knaue is there at the Courte gate so early? It is some brainsicke Uillaine, I durst lay a pennie. It was you sir that cryed so lowde, I trow, And bid vs take in Coles for the Kinges mouth, euen now. Twas I indéede.