Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 30 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.80 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
My nose is jointed, I may go shoe the Gosling now if I will, He that eats with the devil without a long spoon, his fare will be ill. What spirits of the Buttery were abroad this night, I have been so hard hearted to mine enemies, that I think all the Gods of love ought me a spite. I grant I am none of these fine Criminadoes, that can tumble in a Gentlewoman's lap, and rumble in her ear, But without vantage be it spoken, I am as góod as the best at the push of a spear. I can cut and flash to make mine enemies to bleed. And prick it proudly I tell you, when I am surmounted upon my steed. Mistress Victoria, now I see this only rests to know, What shall be done unto your maid, or shall we let her go? Sith with Crack-stone this night, you took my maid so short, To prison with her if you please, to cut off her resort. Good mistress bear with me, I took no hurt by him at all, But mean to tell you justly how the matter did befall. The Schoolmaster that on Fedele ever doth attend, Promised to marry me this night, my servile life to end. Upon whose word, from you I fled, and staid for him in the street Where I against my will, with this Crack-stone did meet. Bowl to thy bias, master Pediculus, I pray you take your wife, You and I for this matter will not stand at strife. Are you remembered what you said when you consulted with me, To come hither in this 'parel secretly. What master Crack-stone, and mistress Attilia, you are welcome to the butts, Welcome with a knaves name, I beshrumpe your guts. Why so Sir? Didst not thou tell me, that in this 'parel mistress Victoria I should see. This night in the street to be compensed of my injury, So you may if you please, take your eyes in your hand, Turn about Sir, and see where Victoria doth stand. And as for Attilia, as you brew, so bake, I am not so base minded your leavings to take. Why master Pedante, will you serve me so? I must I perceive whither I will or no. Draw Villain. Soft there Crack-stone, be not too rash to proffer fight, You and this maid together in the dark were ta'en this night. The matter is suspicious, sith he forsaketh her, To take her to your wife no time you should defer. We cannot force her upon him, sith she was ta'en with you. And howsoever you cloak it, none your meeting can allow. Well sith there is no remorse of conscience to be found, How sayst thou Alice tittle tattle, art thou content by love to be bound?
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¶My nose is ioynted, I may goe shoe the Gosling now if I will, He that eats with ye deuil without a long spoone, his fare wil be ill. What spirits of the Buttry were abroad this night, I haue béene so hard harted to mine enemies, that I thinke all the Gods of loue ought me a spite. I graunt I am none of these fine Criminadoes, that can tumble in a Genlewomās lap, and rumble in her eare, But without vauntage be it spoken, I am as góod as the best at the push of a speare. I can cut and flash to make mine enemies to bléede. And pricke it proudly I tell you, when I am surmounted vpon my stéede. ¶Mistresse Victoria, now I see this onely rests to knowe, What shall be done vnto your mayde, or shall we let her goe? ¶Sith with Crack-stone this night, you tooke my maide so shorte, To prison with her if you please, to cut off her resorte. ¶Good mistresse beare with me, I tooke no hurt by him at all, But meane to tell you iustly how the matter did befall. The Schoolemaister that on Fedele euer dooth attende, Promi'ste to marrie me this night, my seruile life to ende. Upon whose woord, from you I fled, and staide for him in the stréete Where I against my will, with this Crack-stone did méete. ¶Bowle to thy biase, master Pediculus, I pray you take your wife, You and I for this matter will not stande at strife. Are you bememberde what you said when you constulted with me, To come hether in this parrell secretly. ¶What maister Crack-stone, and mistresse Attilia, you are welcome to the buttes, ¶Welcome with a Knaues name, I beshrumpe your guttes. ¶Why so Sir? ¶Didst not thou tell me, that in this parrell mistresse Victoria I should sée. This night in the stréete to be compensed of my iniurie, ¶So you may if you please, take your eyes in your hande, Turne about Sir, and sée where Victoria doth stande. And as for Attilia, as you brew, so bake, I am not so base minded your leauings to take. ¶Why maister Pedante, will you serue me so? ¶I must I perceiue whither I will or no. ¶Drawe Uillaine. ¶Soft there Crack-stone, be not too rash to proffer fight, You and this mayde together in the darke were tane this night. The matter is suspitious, sith he forsaketh her, To take her to your wife no time you should deferre. We cannot force her vpon him, sith she was tane with you. And howsoeuer you cloke it, none your méeting can allowe. ¶Well sith there is no remorce of conscience to be founde, How saist thou Allice tittle tattle, art thou content by loue to be bounde?