Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
But how unhappily it comes to pass! Just on the wedding day! I cry me mercy: I had almost forgot the Hue and Cry: Good neighbour Pan, you are the Third-burrow, And D'ogenes Scriben, you my learned Writer, Make out a new purcept— Lord, for thy goodness, I had forgot my Daughter, all this while; The idle knave hath brought no news from her. Here comes the sneaking Puppy; What's the news? My heart! my heart! I fear all is not well, Some things misshaped, that he is come without her. O, where's my Master? my Master? my Master? Thy Master? what wouldst with thy Master, man? There's thy Mr. Tur. What's the matter Puppy? O Master! o Dame! o Dame! o Master! What sayst thou to thy Master, or thy Dame? O Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! What of Iohn Clay? Luck grant he bring not news he shall be hanged. The world forfend, I hope, it is not so well. O Lord! o me! what shall I do? poor Iohn! O Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! Alas, That ever I was borne! I will not stay by't, For all the Tiles in Kilburne. What of Clay? Speak Puppy, what of him? He hath lost, he hath lost. For luck sake speak, Puppy, what hath he lost? O Audrey, Audrey, Audrey! What of my daughter Audrey? I tell you Audrey— do you understand me? Audrey, sweet Master! Audrey, my dear Dame— Where is she? what's become of her, I pray thee? O the servingman! the servingman! the servingman! What talk'st thou of the servingman? where's Audrey? Gone with the servingman, gone with the servingman. Good Puppy, whither is she gone with him? I cannot tell, he bade me bring you word, The Captain lay at the Lion, and before I came again, Audrey was gone with the servingman; I tell you, Awdrey's run away with the servingman. 'Od'socks! my woman, what shall we do now? Now, so you help not, man, I know not, I This was your pomp of Maids. I told you on't. Six Maids to vollow you, and not leave one To wait upo' your Daughter: I zaid, Pride Would be paid one day, her old vi' pence, wife. What of Iohn Clay, Ball Puppy? He hath lost— His life for velonie? Not, his wife by villainy. Now, villains both! o that same Hue and Cry! O neighbours! o that cursed servingman! O maids! O wife! But Iohn Clay, where's he? How! fled for veare, zay ye? will he slip us now? We that are sureties, must require ' hun out. How shall we do to found the servingman? Cock's bodikins! we must not loose Iohn Clay: Audrey, my daughter Audrey too! let us zend To all the towns, and seek her; but alas, The Hue and Cry, that must be looked unto. What, in a passion Turf? I good Squire Tub. Were never honest Varmers thus perplexed.
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But how unhappily it comes to paſſe! Juſt on the wedding day! I cry me mercy: I had almoſt forgot the Huy and Cry: Good neighbour Pan, you are the Third-burrow, And D'ogenes Scriben, you my learned Writer, Make out a new purcept—Lord, for thy goodneſſe, I had forgot my Daughter, all this while; The idle knave hath brought no newes from her. Here comes the ſneaking Puppy; What's the newes? My heart! my heart! I feare all is not well, Some things miſhap'd, that he is come without her. Oh, where's my Maſter? my Maſter? my Maſter? Thy Maſter? what would'ſt with thy Maſter, man? There's thy Mr. Tur. What's the matter Puppy? Oh Maſter! oh Dame! oh Dame! oh Maſter! What ſai'ſt thou to thy Maſter, or thy Dame? Oh Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! What of Iohn Clay? Luck grant he bring not newes he ſhall be hang'd. The world forfend, I hope, it is not ſo well. Oh Lord! oh me! what ſhall I doe? poore Iohn! Oh Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! Iohn Clay! Alas, That ever I was borne! I will not ſtay by't, For all the Tiles in Kilburne. What of Clay? Speake Puppy, what of him? He hath loſt, he hath loſt. For luck ſake ſpeake, Puppy, what hath he loſt? Oh Awdrey, Awdrey, Awdrey! What of my daughter Awdrey? I tell you Awdrey—doe you underſtand me? Awdrey, ſweet Maſter! Awdrey, my deare Dame— Where is ſhe? what's become of her, I pray thee? Oh the ſerving-man! the ſerving-man! the ſerving-man! What talk'ſt thou of the ſerving-man? where's Awdrey? Gone with the ſerving-man, gone with the ſerving-man. Good Puppy, whither is ſhe gone with him? I cannot tell, he bad me bring you word, The Captaine lay at the Lion, and before I came againe, Awdrey was gone with the ſerving-man; I tell you, Awdrey's run away with the ſerving-man. 'Od'ſocks! my woman, what ſhall we doe now? Now, ſo you helpe not, man, I know not, I. This was your pompe of Maids. I told you on't. Sixe Maids to vollow you, and not leave one To wait upo' your Daughter: I zaid, Pride Would be paid one day, her old vi' pence, wife. What of Iohn Clay, Ball Puppy? He hath loſt— His life for velonie? No, his wife by villanie. Now, villaines both! oh that ſame Huy and Cry! Oh neighbours! oh that curſed ſerving-man! O maids! O wife! But Iohn Clay, where's he? How! fled for veare, zay yee? will he ſlip us now? Wee that are ſureties, muſt require 'hun out. How ſhall wee doe to find the ſerving-man? Cocks bodikins! wee muſt not loſe Iohn Clay: Awdrey, my daughter Awdrey too! let us zend To all the townes, and zeeke her; but alas, The Huy and Cry, that muſt be look'd unto. What, in a paſſion Turfe? I good Squire Tub. Were never honeſt Varmers thus perplext.