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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Why sir? how dare you speak such petty treason? Doth the King eat Coals at any season? Here is a gay world, Boys now sets old men to school, I said well enough, what Iacke sauce, thinkest chain a fool: It Bake house, Buttery hatch, Ritchin, and Seller; Do they not say for the kings mouth? What then good man Collier? What then? seeing without coals they cannot finely dress the kings meat, May I not say, take in coals for the kings mouth, though coals he do not eat? Iames Christ, came ever from a collier an answer so trim? You are learned, are you not Father Grim? Grim is my name in deed, cham not learned, & yet the Kings collier This vortie winter cha been to the King a seruiler, Though I be not learned, yet cha mother wit enough whole & some So it seems, you have so much mother wit, that you lack your father's wisdom. Mass, cham well be set: here's is a trim cast of Murleons What be you my pretty cockerels, that ask me these questions. Good faith master Grim, if such Marlines on your pouch may light They are so quick of wing that quickly they can carry it out of your sight And though we are cockerels now, we shall have spurs one day, And shall be able perhaps to make you a Capon: But to tell you troth: we are the Porter's men, which early & late, Wait on such Gentlemen as you to open the Caurtegate. Are ye servants then? Yea sir, are we not pretty men? Pretty men (ꝙ you) nay, you are strong men, else you could not bear these breeches. Are these great hose? in faith goodman Colier you see with your nose By mine honesty, I have but for one lining in one hose, but vij else of Rug. That is but a little, yet it makes thee seem a great Bug. How say you good man Colier, can you find any fault here? Nay you should find fault, marry here's trim gear, as little knaue, doest not sweat, thou goest with great payne, These are no hose, but water bougets, I tell thee plain: Good for none, but such as have no buttocks. Did you ever see two such little Robin ruddocks, So laden with breeches? Ihill say no more, jest I offend, Who invented these monsters first, did it to a ghostly end: To have a male, ready to put in other folks stuff, We see this evident by daily prooffe: One preached of late not far hence, in no Pulpit, but in Waayne cart, That spoke enough of this, but for my part, I'll say no more, your own necessity, In the end will force you to find some remedy. Well, hold this railing knave with a talk when I am gone, I will fetch him his filling ale for his good sermon.
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Why sir? how dare you speake such petie treason? Doth the Kinge eate Coles at any season? Here is a gaye worlde, Boyes now settes olde men to scool, I sayde well enough, what Iacke sauce, thinkst chain a foole▪ It Bake house, Buttrie hatch, Ritchin, and Seller; Doo they not say for the Kinges mouth? What then good man Coliar? What then? seing wtout coles thei cannot finely dresse ye kinges meat, May I not say, take in coles for ye kinges mouth, though coles he do not eate? Iames Christe, came euer from a Colier an aunswere so trimme? You are learned, are you not Father Grimme? Grimme is my name in déed, cham not learned, & yet ye Kinges colier This vortie winter cha bin to the Kinge a seruiler, Though I be not learned, yet cha mother witte enough whole & some So it séemes, you haue so much mother wit, that you lacke your fathers wisdome. Masse, cham well be set: heres is a trimme cast of Murleons What be you my pretie cockerels, that aske me these questions. Good faith maister Grimme, if such Marlines on your pouch may light Thei are so quick of winge yt quickly they can carie it out of your sight And though we are cockerels now, we shall haue spurs one day, And shall be able perhaps to make you a Capon: But to tell you trouth: we are the Porters mn, which early & late, Wayte on suche Gentlemen as you to open the Caurtegate. Are ye seruants then? Yea sir, are we not pretie men? Pretie men (ꝙ you) nay, you are stronge men, els you could not beare these briches. Are these great hose? in faith goodman Colier you sée with your nose By myne honestie, I haue but for one lining in one hose, but vij els of Rug▪ That is but a little, yet it makes thée séeme a great Bugge. How say you good man Colier, can you finde any fault here? ay you should finde fault, mary heres trimme geare, as little knaue, doest not sweat, thou goest with great payne, These are no hose, but watter bougets, I tell thée playne: Good for none, but suche as haue no buttockes. Dyd you euer sée two suche little Robin ruddockes, So laden with bréeches? chill say no more, lest I offende, Who inuented these monsters first, did it to a gostly ende: To haue a male, readie to put in other folkes stuffe, Wee sée this euident by dayly prooffe: One preached of late not farre hence, in no Pulpet, but in Waayne carte, That spake enough of this, but for my parte, Chil say no more, your owne necessitie, In the ende wyll force you to finde some remedy. Well, holde this raylynge knaue with a talke when I am gone, I wyll fetch him his filling ale for his good sermone.