Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Indeed child, i'll do so no more. Now sir, i'll talk with you, your champions are all gone. we'll sir, and what won ye deow than? Whay, whay, what's here to do? Come awaw, and whickly, and see us into our Brayd Chember, & delicately lodged together, or we'll whap you out o'dores i'th' morn to sojourn in the common, come away. we follow ye. KNow you this gingling bridle, if you see't again? I wanted but a pair of gingling spurs to make you mend your pace, and put you into a sweat. Yes, I have reason to know it after my hard journey, they say there be light women, but for your own part, though you be merry. Yet I may be sorry for your heaviness. I see thou art not quite tired by shaking of thyself, 'tis a sign that as thou hast brought me hither, so thou art able to bear me back, and so you are like good Robert. You will not let me have your master's gelding, you will not. Well fir, as you like this journey, so deny him to me hereafter. You say well mistress, you have jaded me (a pox take you for a jade.) Now I bethink myself how damnably did I ride last night, and how devilishly have I been rid now. Do you grumble you groom? Now the bridle's of, I turn thee to grazing gramercy my good horse, I have no better provender for thee at this time, thou hadst best like Aesop's Ass to feed upon Thistles, of which this place will afford thee plenty. I am bid to a better banquet, which done, i'll take thee up from grass, spur cut, and take a short cut home. Farewell. A pox upon your tail. The Lady of the feast is come, welcome, welcome. Is all the cheer that was prepared to grace the wedding feast, yet come? part of it's here. The other we must pull for. But what's he? My horse, my horse, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. My horse, my horse, I would I were now some country Major, and in authority, to see if I would not venture to rouse your Satanical sisterhood: Horse, horse, see thou be, & where I point thee, carry me: is that the trick on't? the devil himself shall be her carrier next if I can shun her: & yet my Mr. will not believe there's any witches: there's no running away; for I neither know how nor whether, beside to my thinking, there's a deep ditch, & a high quickset about me, how shall I pass the time? What place is this? it looks like an old barn: i'll peep in at some cranny or other, and try if I can see what they are doing. Such a bevy of beldames did I never behold; and cramming like so many Cormorants: Marry choke you with a mischief.
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Indeed childe, ile do so no more. Now sir, i'le talke with you, your champions are al gon. Weell sir, and what wun yeou deow than? Whay, whay, whats here to doe? Come awaw, and whickly, and see us into our Brayd Chember, & delicatly ludgd togeder, or wee'l whap you out o'dores ith morne to sijourne in the common, come away. Wee follow yee. KNow you this gingling bridle, if you see't agen? I wanted but a paire of gingling spurs to make you mend your pace, and put you into a sweat. Yes, I have reason to know it after my hard journey, they say there be light women, but for your owne part, though you be merry. Yet I may be sorry for your heavinesse. I see thou art not quite tyr'd by shaking of thy selfe, 'tis a signe that as thou hast brought mee hither, so thou art able to beare mee backe, and so you are like good Robert. You will not let me have your masters gelding, you will not. Wel fir, as you like this journey, so deny him to me hereafter. You say well mistresse, you have jaded me (a pox take you for a jade.) Now I bethinke my selfe how damnably did I ride last night, and how divellishly have I bin rid now. Doe you grumble you groome? Now the bridl's of, I turne thee to grazing gramercy my good horse, I have no better provender for thee at this time, thou hadst best like Aesops Asse to feed upon Thistles, of which this place will affoord thee plenty. I am bid to a better banquet, which done, ile take thee up from grasse, spur utt, and ake a short cutt home. Farewell. A pox upon your tayle. The Lady of the feast is come, welcome, welcome. Is all the cheare that was prepared to grace the wedding feast, yet come? part of it's here. The other we must pull for. But whats hee? My horse, my horse, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. My horse, my horse, I would I were now some country Major, and in authority, to see if I would not venter to rowze your Satanicall sisterhood: Horse, horse, see thou be, & where point thee, cay me: is that the trick on't? the divel himselfe shall be her carrier next if I can shun her: & yet my Mr. will not beleeve theres any witches: theres no runing away; for I neither know how nor whether, besides to my thinking, theres a deepe dich, & a hye quick-set about mee, how shall I passe the time? What place is this? it looks like an old barne: ile peep in at some cranny or other, and try if I can see what they are doing. Such a bevy of beldames did I never behold; and . like so many Cormorants: Marry choke you with a mischiefe.