Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1585 [1583-1585] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) (?) · before the Court 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.
I accept that name, for divers before have called me Mistress. For what cause? Nay there lie the Mistress. will not you be at the sacrifice? Noah. Why? Because I dreamed that if I were there, I should be turned to a virgin, and then being so fair (as thou sayst I am) I should be offered as thou knowest one must. But will not you be there. Not unless I were sure that a boy might be sacrificed, and not a maiden. Why then you are in danger. But I would escape it by deceit, but seeing we are resolved to be both absent, let us wander into these Groves, till the hour be passed. I am agreed, for then my fear will be passed. Why, what dost thou fear? Nothing but that you love me not. I will. Poor Phillida, what shouldest thou think of thyself, that lovest one that I fear me, is as thyself is; and may it not be, that her Father practised the same deceit with her, that my Father hath with me, and knowing her to be fair, feared she should be unfortunate, if it be so, Phillida how desperate is thy case? if it be not, how doubtful? For if she be a Maiden there is no hope of my love, if a boy, a hazard: I will after him or her, and lead a melancholy life, that look for a miserable death. NO more Masters now, but a Mistress if I can light on her. An Astronomer? of all occupations that's the worst, yet well fare the alchemist, for he keeps good fires though he gets no gold, the other stands warming himself by staring on the stars, which I think he can as soon number as know their virtues. He told me a long tale of Octogessimus octaws, and the meeting of the conjunctions & Planets, and in the meantime he fell backward himself into a pond. I asked him why he foresaw not that by the stars, he said he knew it, but contemned it. But soft, is not this my brother Robin? Yes as sure as thou art Rafe. What Robin? what news? what fortune? Faith I have had but bad fortune, but I prithee tell me thine. I have had two Masters, not by art but by nature, one said, that by multiplying he would make of a penny ten pound. ay but could he do it? Could he do it quoth you? why man, I saw a pretty wench come to his shop, where with puffing, blowing, and sweating, he so plied her, that he multiplied her. how? Why he made her of one, two. What by fire? No, by the philosopher's stone. Why, have Philosophers such stones? ay, but they lie in a privy cupboard. Why then thou art rich if thou have learned this cunning. Tush this was nothing, he would of a little fasting spital, make a hose & doublet of cloth of silver.
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I accept that name, for diuers before haue cald me Mistris. For what cause? Nay there lie the Mistrisse. Wyll not you be at the sacrifice? Noe. Why? Because I dreamt that if I were there, I shold be turned to a virgine, and then being so faire (as thou saist I am) I shoulde be offered as thou knowest one must. But will not you be there. Not vnlesse I were sure that a boy might be sacrificed, and not a mayden. Why then you are in danger. But I would escape it by deceite, but seeing we are resolued to be both absent, let vs wander into these Groues, till the howre be past. I am agreed, for then my feare wil be past. Why, what doost thou feare? Nothing but that you loue me not. I will. Poore Phillida, what shouldest thou thinke of thy selfe, that louest one that I feare mee, is as thy selfe is; and may it not be, that her Father practized the same deceite with her, that my Father hath with me, and knowing her to be fayre, feared she shold be vnfortunate, if it be so, Phillida how desperate is thy case? if it be not, howe doubtfull? For if she be a Mayden there is no hope of my loue, if a boy, a hazarde: I will after him or her, and leade a melancholie life, that looke for a miserable death. NO more Maisters now, but a Mistrisse if I can light on her. An Astronomer? of all occupations thats the worst, yet well fare the Alcumist, for he keepes good fires though he gets no golde, the other standes warming himselfe by staring on the starres, which I think he can as soone number as know their vertues. He told me a long tale of Octogessimus octauus, and the meeting of the Coniunctions & Planets, and in the meane-time he fell backwarde himselfe into a ponde. I askt him why he fore-sawe not that by the starres, he said hee knewe it, but contemnd it. But soft, is not this my brother Robin? Yes as sure as thou art Rafe. What Robin? what newes? what fortune? Faith I haue had but badde fortune, but I prie-thee tell me thine. I haue had two Maisters, not by arte but by nature, one sayd, that by multiplying he woulde make of a penny tenne pound. I but coulde he doe it? Could he doe it quoth you? why man, I sawe a prettie wench come to his shoppe, where with puffing, blowing, and sweating, he so plyed her, that hee multiplyed her. Howe? Why he made her of one, two. What by fire? No, by the Philosophers stone. Why, haue Philosophers such stones? I, but they lie in a priuie cupboord. Why then thou art rich if thou haue learned this cunning. Tush this was nothing, hee would of a little fasting spittle, make a hose & dublet of cloth of siluer.