Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Than, if I make not, Sir, the cleanliest excuse To get her hither, and be than as careful To keep her for you, as't were for myself: Down o' your knees, and pray that honest Miles May break his neck ere he get over two styles. Make haste than: we will wait here thy return. This luck unlooked for, hath revived my hopes, Which were oppressed with a dark melancholy. In happy time, we lingered on the way, To meet these summons of a better sound, Which are the essence of my soul's content. This heartless fellow; shame to serving-men; Stain of all liveries; what fear makes him do! How sordid, wretched, and unworthy things; Betray his Master's secrets, open the closet Of his devises, force the foolish Justice, Make way for your Love, plotting of his own: Like him that digs a trap, to catch another, And falls into't himself! So would I have it. And hope 'twill prove a jest to twit the Justice with. But that this poor white-livered Rogue should do't? And merely out of fear? And hope of money, Hilts. A valiant man will nible at that bait. Who, but a fool, will refuse money proffered? And sent by so good chance. Pray heaven he speed. If he come empty-headed, let him count To go back empty-headed; I'll not leave him So much of brain in's pate, with pepper and vinegar, To be served in for sauce, to a Calf's head. Thou servest him rightly, Hilts. I'll seal az much With my hand, as I dare say now with my tongue; But if you get the Lass from Dargison, What will you do with her? we'll think o' that When once we have her in possession, Governor. You see we trust you, Mr. Metaphor, With Mrs. Audrey: pray you use her well, As a Gentlewoman should be used. For my part, I do incline a little to the servingman; We have been of a coat— I had one like yours: Till it did play me such a sleeveless errand, As I had nothing where to put mine arms in, And than I threw it of. Pray you go before her, Serving-man-like: and see that your nose drop not. As for example; you shall see me: mark, How I go afore her. So do you: sweet Miles, She for her own part, is a woman cares not What man can do unto her, in the way Of honesty, and good manners. So farewell Fair Mistress Audrey: Farewell Mr. Miles. I ha' brought you thus far, onward o'your way: I must go back now to make clean the rooms, Where my good Lady has been. Pray you commend me To Bridegroom Clay; and bid him bear up stiff. Thank you good Hannibal Puppy; I shall fit The leg of your commands, with the strait buskins Of dispatch presently. Farewell fine Metaphor. Come gentle Mistress, will you please to walk? I love not to be led: I'd go alone.
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Then, if I make not, Sir, the cleanlieſt ſcuſe To get her hither, and be then as carefull To keepe her for you, as't were for my ſelfe: Downe o' your knees, and pray that honeſt Miles May breake his neck ere he get ore two ſtiles. Make haſte then: we will wait here thy returne. This luck unlook'd for, hath reviv'd my hopes, Which were oppreſt with a darke melancholly. In happy time, we linger'd on the way, To meet theſe ſummons of a better ſound, Which are the eſſence of my ſoules content. This heartleſſe fellow; ſhame to ſerving-men; Staine of all livories; what feare makes him doe! How ſordid, wretched, and unworthy things; Betray his Maſters ſecrets, ope the cloſet Of his deviſes, force the fooliſh Juſtice, Make way for your Love, plotting of his owne: Like him that digs a trap, to catch another, And falls into't himſelfe! So wou'd I have it. And hope 'twill prove a jeſt to twit the Juſtice with. But that this poore white-liver'd Rogue ſhould do't? And meerely out of feare? And hope of money, Hilts. A valiant man will nible at that bait. Who, but a foole, will refuſe money proffer'd? And ſent by ſo good chance. Pray heaven he ſpeed. If he come empty-headed, let him count To goe back empty-headed; Ile not leave him So much of braine in's pate, with pepper and vineger, To be ſerv'd in for ſawce, to a Calves head. Thou ſerv'ſt him rightly, Hilts. Ile ſeale az much With my hand, as I dare ſay now with my tongue; But if you get the Laſſe from Dargiſon, What will you doe with her? Wee'll thinke o' that When once wee have her in poſſeſſion, Governour. You ſee wee truſt you, Mr. Metaphore, With Mrs. Awdrey: pray you uſe her well, As a Gentle-woman ſhould be us'd. For my part, I doe incline a little to the ſerving-man; Wee have beene of a coat—I had one like yours: Till it did play me ſuch a ſleeveleſſe errand, As I had nothing where to put mine armes in, And then I threw it off. Pray you goe before her, Serving-man-like: and ſee that your noſe drop not. As for example; you ſhall ſee me: marke, How I goe afore her. So doe you: ſweet Miles, She for her owne part, is a woman cares not What man can doe unto her, in the way Of honeſty, and good manners. So farewell Faire Mrs. Awdrey: Farewell Mr. Miles. I ha' brought you thus farre, onward o'your way: I muſt goe back now to make cleane the roomes, Where my good Lady has beene. Pray you commend mee To Bride-groome Clay; and bid him beare up ſtiffe. Thanke you good Hanniball Puppy; I ſhall fit The leg of your commands, with the ſtraight buskins Of diſpatch preſently. Farewell fine Metaphore. Come gentle Miſtris, will you pleaſe to walke? I love not to be led: I'd goe alone.