Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Well Sir, I'll pledge you. Drink a good hearty draught, it breeds good blood man. Do not you feel it thaw you? Stay, I tell you after a draught or two more. Spare it not, the Duke has more couz: Eat now. Yes. I am glad you have so good a stomach. I am gladder I have so good meat to't. Is't not mad lodging, here in the wild woods Cosen Yes, for then that have wild Consciences. How tastes your victuals? your hunger needs no sauce I see, Not much. But if it did, yours is too tart: sweet Cosen: what is this? Venison. 'tis a lusty meat: Give me more wine; here Arcite to the wenches We have known in our days. The Lord Steward's daughter. Do you remember her? After you couz. She loved a black-haird man. She did so; well Sir. And I have heard some call him Arcite. and Out with't faith. She met him in an Arbour: What did she there couz? play o'th' virginals? Something she did Sir. Made her groan a month for't; or 2. or 3. or 10. The Marshal's Sister, Had her share too, as I remember Cosen, Else there be tales abroad, you'll pledge her? Yes. A pretty brown wench t'is-There was a time When young men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broad Beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho. For Emily, upon my life; Fool Away with this strained mirth; I say again That sigh was breathed for Emily; base Cosen, Dar'st thou break first? you are wide. By heaven and earth, there's nothing in thee honest. Then I'll leave you: you are a Beast now: As thou mak'st me, Traitor. there's all things needful, files and shirts, and, perfumes: I'll come again some two hours hence, and bring That that shall quiet all, A Sword and Armour. Fear me not; you are now too foul; farewell. Cet off your Trinkets, you shall want nought; Sir ha: I'll hear no more. If he keep touch, he dies for't. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too, The little Stars, and all, that look like aglets: The Sun has seen my Folly: Palamon; Alas no; he's in heaven; where am I now? Yonder's the sea, and there's a Ship; how't tumbles And there's a Rock lies watching under water; Now, now, it beats upon it; now, now, now, there's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry? Upon her before the wind, you'll lose all else: Up with a course or two, and take about Boys. Good night, good night, y'are gone; I am very hungry, Would I could find a fine Frog; would tell me news from all parts o'th' world, then would I make A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sail By east and North East to the King of Pigmies, For he tells fortunes rarely. Now my Father Twenty to one is trust up in a trice To morrow morning, I'll say never a word.
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Well Sir, Ile pledge you. Drinke a good hearty draught, it breeds good blood man. Doe not you feele it thaw you? Stay, tll you after a draught or two more. Spare it not, the Duke has more Cuz: Eate now. Yes. I am glad you have so good a stomach. I am gladder I have so good meate too't. Is't not mad lodging here in the wild woods Cosen Yes, for then that have wilde Consciences. How tasts your vittails? your hunger needs no sawce I see, Not much. But if it did, yours is too : sweete Cosen: what is this? Venison. Tis a lusty meate: Giue me more wine; here Arcite to the wenches We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter. Doe you remember her? After you Cuz. She lov'd a black-haird man. She did so; well Sir. And I have heard some call him Arcite. and Out with't faith. She met him in an Arbour: What did she there Cuz? play o'th virginals? Something she did Sir. Made her groane a moneth for't; or 2. or 3. or 10. The Marshals Sister, Had her share too, as I remember Cofen, Else there be tales abroade, you'l pledge her? Yes. A prety broune wench t'is-There was a time When yong men went a hunting, and a wood, And a broade Beech: and thereby hangs a tale: heigh ho. For Emily, upon my life; Foole Away with this straind mirth; I say againe That sigh was breathd for Emily; base Cosen, Dar'st thou breake first? you are wide. By heaven and earth, ther's nothing in thee honest. Then Ile leave you: you are a Beast now: As thou makst me, Traytour. Ther's all things needfull, files and shirts, and, perfumes: Ile come againe some two howres hence, and bring That that shall quiet all, A Sword and Armour. Feare me not; you are now too fowle; fare well. Cet off your Trinkets, you shall want nought; Sir ha: Ile heare no more. If he keepe touch, he dies for't. I am very cold, and all the Stars are out too, The little Stars, and all, that looke like aglets: The Sun has seene my Folly: Palamn; Alas no; hees i heaven; where am I now? Yonder's the sea, and ther's a Ship; how't tumbles And ther's a Rocke lies watching under water; Now, now, it beates upon it; now, now, now, Ther's a leak sprung, a sound one, how they cry? Vpon her before the winde, you'l loose all els: Vp with a course or two, and take about Boyes. Good night, good night, y'ar gon; I am very hungry, Would I could finde a fine would tell me from all parts o'th world, then would I make A Carecke of a Cockle shell, and sayle By east and North East to the King of Pigmes, For he tels fortunes rarely. Now my Father Twenty to one is trust up in a trice To morrow morning, Ile say never a word.