Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Tush, no matter, What's that to us? Come sweet, cut up the Pullet, And after we'll to Bed. Do you't, I am no Carver. Do you strain courtesies? had I it in fingering I'd make you both make but a Friday's feast; Oh how the steam perfumes my Nostrils. In faith it shall be thine. If I begin, may I ne'er eat more. Here's a third would do't, knew he but how to come by't. Well, since you'll force me to't, I will make bold this once. If that should be my Husband? Ha, what then? You were shamed, I quite undone; he knocks again; Upon my life 'tis he. What shall become of me? Dost thou not think he'll spare an Officer? But fall on the king's Image? So soon started? Why Nan, asleep or dead? My husband's voice, who's there? Where, which way? Creep beneath the Bed. Why dost not open door? Now to convey these victuals hence, and put out the fire, Lord Husband is it you? who looked for you so late? These shall into the Cupboard, if the smell Betray's not w'are safe. ay, if my swell betray me not. Why dost not rise? I have got such a cold, a cough withal, I thought I should have died; stay but a little Till I have cast my Petticoat about me, I'll quickly let you in; the fire's quite out, No sign of any Feast. I'm almost starved, prithee make haste. I am coming, good lie close, and if I can get him Once to bed, I have a trick to shift you. I do feel I had need of shift already. Here's brave juggling? For this night, Constable, I am your Watch; Oh but the smoking pullet. Lord Husband that you'll venture whom so late, So many Knaves abroad? I fear no robbing, and for my Carcase, I still bear About me to defend that, I've traveled hard today, And am very hungry prithee wife see what thou hast in the house? What, talk of Victuals now? is this a time of night? I by my faith, for one that could come by't. Talk not to me, something I must and will have. Had I known But of your coming home I had provided, But now I pray to bed, this cold so troubles me. Cold troubles me, lay me some Faggots on. You see the fire's quite out. I'll have't revived. You're such another man? See how she stirs? Would house and all were fired, So some of us were out on't. I for one. I would have had some company, I had not Such an appetite to be merry for an hour this seven year; That I could tell where to call up some good fellow That I knew, we would not part these two hours. That's my Qu. Now bless us wife, what noise is in the Garret? No hurt man; nay, pray will you to bed? Bed me no beds, I'll know the reason of't.
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Tuſh, no matter, What's that to us? Come ſweet, cut up the Pullet, And after we'le to Bed. Doe you't, I am no Carver. Doe you ſtraine curteſies? had I it in fingering I'de make you both make but a Fridayes feaſt; Oh how the ſteame perfumes my Noſtrils. In faith it ſhall be thine. If I begin, may I ne're eate more. Here's a third would do't, knew hee but how to come by't. Well, ſince you'le force me to't, I will make bold this once. If that ſhould be my Husband? Ha, what then? You were ſham'd, I quite undone; he knockes againe; Upon my life 'tis he. What ſhall become of me? Doeſt thou not thinke he'le ſpare an Officer? But fall on the Kings Image? So ſoone ſtarted? Why Nan, aſleepe or dead? My Husbands voice, who's there? Where, which way? Creepe beneath the Bed. Why do'ſt not open doore? Now to convey theſe victuals hence, and put out the fire, Lord Husband is it you? who lookt for you ſo late? Theſe ſhall into the Cupboord, if the ſmell Betray's not w'are ſafe. I, if my ſwell betray me not. Why do'ſt not riſe? I have got ſuch a cold, a cough withall, I thought I ſhould have dyed; ſtay but a little Till I have caſt my Petticoate about me, Ile quickely let you in; the fire's quite out, No ſigne of any Feaſt. I'me almoſt ſtarved, prethee make haſt. I am comming, good lye cloſe, and if I can get him Once to bed, I have a tricke to ſhift you. I doe feele I had need of ſhift already. Here's brave juggling? For this night, Conſtable, I am your Watch; Oh but the ſmoaking pullet. Lord Husband that you'le venter whom ſo late, So many Knaves abroad? I feare no robbing, and for my Carkaſſe, I ſtill beare About me to defend that, I've travell'd hard to day, And am very hungry prethee wife ſee what thou haſt in the houſe? What, talke of Victuals now? is this a time of night? I by my faith, for one that could come by't. Talke not to me, ſomething I muſt and will have. Had I knowne But of your comming home I had provided, But now I pray to bed, this cold ſo troubles me. Cold troubles me, lay me ſome Faggots on. You ſee the fire's quite out. Ile have't reviv'd. You're ſuch another man? See how ſhe ſtirres? Would houſe and all were fir'd, So ſome of us were out on't. I for one. I would have had ſome company, I had not Such an appetite to be merry for an houre this ſeven yeare; That I could tell where to call up ſome good fellow That I knew, we would not part theſe two houres. That's my Qu. Now bleſſe us wife, what noiſe is in the Garret? No hurt man; nay, pray will you to bed? Bed me no bedds, Ile know the reaſon of't.