Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
'tis ever best when such as they are kept To daily labour, the least ease corrupts them. There might perchance be some discovery made If they were both examined apart, And made believe each other had confessed. Some plot, 'tis like to steal a silver spoon To purchase Opium, or the drug Tobacco; That is the height of their ambitious theft: But hark they knock I prithee go thou in, And i'll take order to have Sango sent for. THou blowest as much as he that carried An Ox upon his shoulders, set it down, there's for thy pains, Troth 'twas a heavy burden. there's two quatrines more. I thank you, sir. Methinks Molosso might have saved this charge▪ And been himself Porter. Who the Slave? He's now our major Domo, our Lord told me He would deliver his commands by him. He gave me order to make this provision. I like him he begins his government With bounty, now the Cook may show his skill; Since I came hither, I have been confined To several salads, porridge with scraped cheese, And a few Vermicelle, such slight dishes: O when I served the grand-duke's master Cook How we were all employed! I can remember, What lectures of our Mystery he'd read, Styling the belly master of all arts, And by a model of his own invention Demonstrate how the antique Cooks were wont To dress th'entire Boar; he was a Scholar And would discourse of the delicious Sumen And of the noble Patrons of the kitchen Both Greeks and Romans; he was wont to speak Most reverently of one Apitius, Why what was he? A man of a brave stomach, That spent upon his belly near three millions, And having cast up his accounts, and found Only two hundred and odd thousand crowns Remaining to support his appetite, Doubting he should be famished, rather chose To live by fame, and end his life with poison: But prithee knock; there was another too, One Nomentanus, but far short of him: Will they not open? we shall all be shent, Knock harder. Sure they are asleep, perhaps The Slave being overleavened with his favour Hath made himself stark drunk; we shall disturb Our Lady and her Daughter, I much wonder Mistress Nugella comes not to the door. What noise is that within? somebody groans, I will go seek our Patron. Here he comes. WHat, no for warder? w'are like to sup tonight At a fine hour? W'have been a good while here sir, Have often knocked, but cannot be let in. We thought we heard a groaning in the house. How? knock again, yet, this is very strange, Where should Molosso be; perhaps my wife And daughter with their maids may all be busy, For I suppose they were to take a bath; He certainly would not neglect my service: I know not what to think, my jealousy Suggests a thousand fears, go presently, Desire the Engineer to lend m' an Engine, That I may force the door.
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T'is ever beſt when ſuch as they are kept To dayly labor, the leaſt eaſe corrupts them. There might perchance be ſome diſcovery made If they were both examined apart, And made beleeve each other had confeſt. Som plot, t'is like to ſteale a ſilver ſpoone To purchaſe Opium, or the drug Tobacco; That is the height of their ambitious theft: But heark they knock I prethy go thou in, And i'le take order to have Sango ſent for. THou blow'ſt aſmuch as he that carried An Oxe vpon his ſhoulders, ſet it downe, Ther's for thy paines, Troth t'was a heavy burrhen. Ther's two quatrines more. I thanke you, ſir. Methinks Moloſſo might have ſav'd this charge▪ And bin himſelfe Porter. Who the Slave? He's now our major Domo, our Lord told me He would deliver his commands by him. He gave me order to make this proviſion. I like him he begins his governement With bounty, now the Cooke may ſhew his skill; Since I came hither, I have bin confin'd To ſeverall ſallets, porrage with ſcrapt cheeſe, And a few Vermicelle, ſuch ſlight diſhes: O when I ſerv'd the Grand-Dukes maſter Cooke How we were all employd! I can remember, What lectures of our Myſtery hee'd read, Stiling the belly maſter of all arts, And by a modell of his owne invention Demonſtrate how the antique Cookes were wont To dreſſe th'intire Boare; he was a Scholler And would diſcourſe of the delicious Sumen And of the noble Patrons of the kitchin Both Greeks and Romaines; he was wont to ſpeake Moſt reverently of one Apitius, Why what was he? A man of a brave ſtomack, That ſpent upon his belly neere three millions, And having caſt up his accounts, and found Only two hundred and od thouſand crownes Remayning to ſupport his appetite, Doubting he ſhould be famiſht, rather choſe To live by fame, and end his life with poiſon: But prethy knock; there was another too, One Nomentanus, but far ſhort of him: Will they not open? we ſhall all be ſhent, Knock harder. Sure they are a ſleepe, perhaps The Slave being overleaven'd with his favour Hath made himſelfe ſtarke drunke; we ſhall diſturbe Our Lady and her Daughter, I much wonder Miſtris Nugella comes not to the doore. What noyſe is that within? ſome body groanes, I will goe ſeeke our Patron. Here he comes. VVHat, no for warder? w'are like to ſup to night At a fine houre? W'have bin a good while here ſir, Have often knockt, but cannot be let in. We thought we heard a groaning in the houſe. How? knock againe, yet, this is very ſtrange, Where ſhould Moloſſo be; perhaps my wife And daughter with their maids may all be buſie, For I ſuppoſe they were to take a bath; He certainly would not neglect my ſervice: I know not what to thinke, my jealouſie Suggeſts a thouſand feares, goe preſently, Deſire the Engineer to lend m' an Engine, That I may force the doore.