Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Well sirrah, & yet thou seest I have got her for all this. I marry 'twas more by hap then any good cunning I hope she'll make you one of the head men of the parish shortly. Well sirrah leave your jesting and go to Polidors house, The young gentleman that was here with me, And tell him the circumstance of all thou know'st, Tell him on sunday next we must be married, And if he ask thee whither I am gone, Tell him into the country to my house, And upon sundaie I'll be here again. I warrant you Master fear not me For doing of my business. Now hang him that has not a livery coat To slash it out and swash it out amongst the proudest On them. Why look you now I'll scarce put up Plaine Saunder now at any of their handes, for and any Bodie haue any thing to doo with my maister, straight They come crouching upon me, I beseech you good M. Saunder speak a good word for me, and then am I so Stout and takes it upon me, & stands upon my pantofles To them out of all cry, why I have a life like a giant Now, but that my master hath such a pestilent mind To a woman now a late, and I have a pretty wench To my sister, and I had thought to have preferred my Master to her, and that would have been a good Deal in my way but that he's sped already. Friend, well met. Souns, friend well met. I hold my life he sees Not my masters livery coat, Plain friend hop of my thum, know you who we are. Trust me sir it is the use where I was borne, To salute men after this manner, yet notwithstanding If you be angry with me for calling of you friend, I am the more sorry for it, hoping the style Of a fool will make you amends for all. The slave is sorry for his fault, now we cannot be Angry, well what's the matter that you would do with us. Marry sir, I hear you pertain to signor Ferando. I and thou be'st not blind thou mayst see, Ecce signum, here. Shall I entreat you to do me a message to your Master? ay, it may be, & you tell us from whence you come. Marry sir I serve young Polidor your masters friend. Do you serve him, and what's your name? My name sirrah, I tell thee sirrah is called Catapie. Cake and pie, O my teeth waters to have a piece of thee. Why slave wouldst thou eat me? Eat thee, who would not eat Cake and pie? Why villain my name is Catapie, But wilt thou tell me where thy master is. Nay thou must first tell me where thy master is, For I have good news for him, I can tell thee. Why see where he comes.
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Wel ſirha, & yet thou ſeeſt I haue got her for all this. I marry twas more by hap then any good cunning I hope ſheele make you one of the head men of the pariſh ſhortly. Wel ſirha leaue your ieſting and go to Polidors houſe, The yong gentleman that was here with me, And tell him the circumſtance of all thou knowſt, Tell him on ſunday next we muſt be married, And if he aske thee whither I am gone, Tell him into the countrie to my houſe, And vpon ſundaie Ile be heere againe. I warrant you Maiſter feare not me For dooing of my buſineſſe. Now hang him that has not a liuerie cote To ſlaſh it out and ſwaſh it out amongſt the proudeſt On them. Why looke you now Ile ſcarce put vp Plaine Saunder now at any of their handes, for and any Bodie haue any thing to doo with my maiſter, ſtraight They come crouching vpon me, I beſeech you good M. Saunder ſpeake a good word for me, and then am I ſo Stout and takes it vpon me, & ſtands vpon my pantoflles To them out of all crie, why I haue a life like a giant Now, but that my maiſter hath ſuch a peſtilent mind To a woman now a late, and I haue a prettie wench To my ſiſter, and I had thought to haue preferd my Maiſter to her, and that would haue beene a good Deale in my waie but that hees ſped alreadie. Friend, well met. Souns, friend well met. I hold my life he ſees Not my maiſters liuerie coat, Plaine friend hop of my thum, kno you who we are. Truſt me ſir it is the vſe where I was borne, To ſalute men after this manner, yet notwithſtanding If you be angrie with me for calling of you friend, I am the more ſorie for it, hoping the ſtile Of a foole will make you amends for all. The ſlaue is ſorie for his fault, now we cannot be Angrie, wel whats the matter that you would do with vs. Marry ſir, I heare you pertain to ſignior Ferando. I and thou beeſt not blind thou maiſt ſee, Ecce ſignum, heere. Shall I intreat you to doo me a meſſage to your Maiſter? I, it may be, & you tel vs from whence you com. Marrie ſir I ſerue yong Polidor your maiſters friend. Do you ſerue him, and whats your name? My name ſirha, I tell thee ſirha is cald Catapie. Cake and pie, O my teeth waters to haue a peece of thee. Why ſlaue wouldſt thou eate me? Eate thee, who would not eate Cake and pie? Why villaine my name is Catapie, But wilt thou tell me where thy maiſter is. Nay thou muſt firſt tell me where thy maiſter is, For I haue good newes for him, I can tell thee. Why ſee where he comes.