The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 21 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.84 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
The Country hath alliance with the rest: my purpose is now I have so thoroughly made proof of the humours of men, I will next assay the dispositions of women, not of the choicest, but of those whom we call good wenches. Pray Master if you go to a house of good fellowship, give me something to spend upon my Cockatrice; if I have nothing about me, I shall never get in. there's for you sirrah; doth not the world wonder I should be so flush of money, and so bare in clothes? the reason of this I shall give account for hereafter: But to our purpose, here they say dwells my Lady Bawdy-face, here will we knock. Who's there? what would you have? ha? Sweet Lady we would enter; nay by your leave. Enter? where? here be no breaches for you to enter truly. And yet we are soldiers, and have ventured upon as hot service as this place affords any. Away you base companions, we have no breaches for such tattered breeches, we have no patches to suit with your rags. Nay, pray give way. Away you rogues, do you come to shake your rags here? do you think we can vent our ware without money you rascals? get you from my door you beggarly companions, or I'll wash you hence with hot scalding water. Nay I warrant her, wenches can afford her that at all times. Do I keep house to entertain tatterdemalions with a Pox, you will be gone? We must forbear, the gallants are out of patience, stand aside. I would fain go in, but I have spent all my money. No matter, they shall not know so much till we get in, and then let me alone, I'll not out till I be fired out. Then let's set a good face of the matter, By your leave Lady. You're welcome Gentlemen. What fellows be yond? Two poor soldiers that came for an alms and please you, that stay for some reversions; there's none such come into my house I warrant you. Save you sweet Lady. Where be those kitchenstuffs here, shall we have no attendants? show these Gentlemen into a close room, with a standing bed in't, and a truckle too; you are welcome Gentlemen. 'Tis general thorough the world, each state esteems A man not what he is, but what he seems: The purest flesh raged can no entrance have, But itch and all disease if it come brave, Wide open stand the gates of lust and sin, And those at which the wide world enters in. Madam, to be short, I must have a wench, though I am ragged outward, I am rich inward: here's a brace of Angels for you, let me have a pretty wench, I'll be as bountiful to her. Your Worship's very heartily welcome: where's Sis? Where's Ioyce? the best room in the house for the Gentleman: call Mistress Priscilla, and bid her keep the Gentleman company. I'll make bold to enter. Your Worship's most lovingly welcome: let the Gentleman have attendance, and clean linen it he need any; whither would you, you rogue?
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The Contrey hath alliance with the rest: my purpose is now I have so thorowly made proofe of the humours of men, I will next assay the dispositions of women, not of the choicest, but of those whom wee call good wenches. Pray Master if you goe to a house of good fellowship, give me something to spend upon my Cockatrice; if I have nothing about me, I shall never get in. Ther's for you sirrah; doth not the world wonder I should be so flush of money, and so bare in cloaths? the reason of this I shall give account for hereafter: But to our purpose, here they say dwels my Lady Bawdy-face, here will we knock. Who's there? what would you have? ha? Sweet Lady we would enter; nay by your leave. Enter? where? here be no breaches for you to enter truely. And yet we are souldiers, and have venter'd upon as hot service as this place affords any. Away you base companions, we have no breaches for such tatter'd breeches, we have no patches to suite with your ragges. Nay, pray give way. Away you rogues, doe you come to shake your ragges here? doe you thinke we can vent our ware without money you rascals? get you from my doore you beggerly companions, or I'le wash you hence with hot scalding water. Nay I warrant her, wenches can afford her that at all times. Doe I keepe house to entertaine Tatterdemaleans with a Poxe, you will be gone? We must forbeare, the gallants are out of patience, stand aside. I would faine goe in, but I have spent all my mony. No matter, they shall not know so much till we get in, and then let me alone, I'le not out till I be fir'd out. Then let's set a good face of the matter, By your leave Lady. You're welcome Gentlemen. What fellows be yon? Two poore souldiers that came for an almes and please you, that stay for some reversions; there's none such come into my house I warrant you. Save you sweet Lady. Where be those kitchinstuffes here, shall we have no attendants? shew these Gentlemen into a close roome, with a standing bed in't, and a truckle too; you are welcome Gentlemen. 'Tis generall thorow the world, each state esteemes A man not what he is, but what he seemes: The purest flesh rag'd can no entrance have, But It'ch and all disease if it come brave, Wide open stand the gates of lust and sin, And those at which the wide world enters in. Madam, to be short, I must have a wench, though I am ragged outward, I am rich inward: here's a brace of Angels for you, let me have a pritty wench, I'le be as bountifull to her. Your Worsh p's very heartily welcome: wher's Sis? Where's Ioyce? the best roome in the house for the Gentleman: call Mistris Priscilla, and bid her keepe the Gentleman company. Ile make bold to enter. Your Worship's most lovingly welcome: let the Gentleman have attendance, and cleane linnen it he need any; whither would you, you rogue?