The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 16 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Excellent. And he that we employed, the Pursuivant, Showed such a fiery Rascal, the poor Usurer Trembled, as Bawds beneath the lash. He comes then? With as much joy, as to receive a hanging: He would be whipped, and say his prayers i'th' Church In a white sheet. That were no penance to him. Nay, he would pay as much as he should fine For Alderman, though half his soul went with it, For his quietness; he doth apprehend Nothing but earthquakes. How am I rampant With the imagination? bid the music Be ready, they know all their flourishes; But shift you quickly for your other part, My honourable Lords; How they do look like Statesman, where's your toothpick? Excellent; bear your staff handsomely, contract The brow, and look more superciliously. I warrant you for my part. We came now From practice. Can ye do't with confidence? These very clothes have made me proud already, It was some Lords cast suit, I'll lay my life. And mine, it smells of honour. So, so, how now man? He looks pale: My Lord, how d''ee? Well, well, I hope 'tis but conceit it. Of what? Will the pox lie in clothes? I can not tell, I find some alteration in my body, Sin be I shifted. 'Tis a mere conceit, They were an honest man's, upon my knowledge, A Captain of the train Band in the Country, They were brought against the general Muster last; He were 'em that day, and to Church the Sunday Following, and most carefully seen 'em up, To taste our London Lavender. Sir, you have satisfied me. Be sprightly; where's this Prince? See and attend him in fit state. He's here. Now by that sprig, a pretty Majesty; But wilt thou not be out of thy king's part? And when the Wine is wanting at the Banquet, Call upon drawers, quarrel with your Nobles, Or when we shall present our man of mortgages, Take him aside, and borrow half a crown, To give your whore benevolence, which trifled For you last tilting, or be drunk too And leave our project in the dirt. My Lords, This fellow's insolence must be corrected; Dispose him in what prison you think fit. He's mad, I think. To Bedlam with him then, Is this a place for fools or madmen, who Admitted him? take him, see you He be well whipped, and let him thank our mercy, Bandog. I quake already, excellent Waek, Cool, cool thy lungs, and whisper with some Lord, Thou wilt be a key too high else, good Sr. Clement, Master of the house, at whose cost we are entertained. My part is rotten In my head, doubt not. Is he come? He waits in the first chamber. Let the Lutes Begin, and their best voice, and then admit him.
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Excellent. And he that we employed, the Pursevant, Shewed such a fierie Raskall, the poore Usurer Trembled, as Bawds beneath the lash. He comes then? With as much joy, as to receive a hanging: He would be whipt, and say his prayers i'th' Church In a white sheet. That were no pennance to him. Nay, he would pay as much as he should fine For Alderman, though halfe his soule went with it, For his quietnesse; he doth apprehend Nothing but earth-quakes. How am I rampant With the imagination? bid the musick Be ready, they know all their flourishes; But shift you quickly for your other part, My honourable Lords; How they doe look like States-man, where's your tooth-pick? Excellent; beare your staffe handsomely, contract The brow, and look more superciliously. I warrant you for my part. We came now From practise. Can ye do't with confidence? These verie clothes have made me proud already, It was some Lords cast sute, I'll lay my life. And mine, it smels of honour. So, so, how now man? He looks pale: My Lord, how d'ee? Well, well, I hope 'tis but it. Of what? Will the pox lye in clothe? I can not tel, I finde some alteration in my body▪ Sinbe I shifted. 'Tis a meere conceit, They were an honest mans, upon my knowldge, A Captaine of the traine Band in the Countrey, They were brought against the generall Maste lst▪ He were 'em that day, and to Church the Sunday Following, and mos carefully en 'em up, To taste our London Lavender. Sir, you have satisfied me. Be sprightly; where's this Prince? See and attend him in fit state. He's here. Now by that sprig, a pretty Majesty; But wo't thou not be out of thy Kings part? And when the Wine is wanting at the Banque, Call upon drawers, quarrell with your Nobles, Or when we shall present our man of morgages, Take him aside, and borrow halfe a crowne, To give your whore benevolence, which For you last tilting, or be And leave our project in the dirt. My Lords, This fellowes insolence must be corrected; Dispose him in what prison you think fit. He's mad, I thinke. To Bedlam with him then, Is this a place for fools or madmen, who Admitted him? take him, see you He be well whipt, and let him thanke our mercy, Bandog. I quake already, excellent Waek, Coole, coole thy lungs, and whisper with some Lord, Thou wo't be a key too high else, good Sr. Clement, Master of the house, at whose cost we are entertain'd. My part is rotten In my head, doubt not. Is he come? He waits in the first chamber. Let the Lutes Begin, and their best voice, and then admit him.