Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I warrant you master, fear not me▪ For doing of my business. Now hang him that has not a livery cote To slash it out and swash it out amongst the proudest On them. Why look you now, i'll scarce put up Plain Saunder now at any of their hands, for and any Body have any thing to do with my master, strait They come crouching upon me, I beseech you good M. Saunder speak a good word for me, and then I am so Stout and take it upon me, and stand 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 of 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 ●ee● not my master's 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 signior Ferando. I and thou be'st not blind thou mayst ●ee, Ecce signum, here. Shall I entreat you to do me a message to your Master? I, 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 the sirrah is called Catapie. Cake and pie, O my teeth waters to have a piece of thee. Why slave, wouldst thou eat me? San 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. Come sweet Aurelius my faithful friend, Now will we go to see those lovely dames, Richer in beauty than the orient pearl, Whiter than is the Alpine Crystal mould, And far more lovely than the terrene plant, That blushing in the air turns to a stone. What Saunder, what news with you? Marry sir my master sends you word That you must come to his wedding to morrow. What, shall he be married then? Faith I, you think he stands as long about it as you do. Whither is thy master gone now?
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I warrant you maiſter, feare not me▪ For doing of my buſineſſe. Now hang him that has not a liuery cote To ſlaſh it out and ſwaſh it out amongſt the prowdeſt On them. Why looke you now, ile ſcarce put vp Plaine Sander now at any of their hands, for and any Body haue any thing to do with my maſter, ſtraight They come crouching vpon me, I beſeech you good M. Sander ſpeake a good word for me, and then I am ſo Stowt and take it vpon me, and ſtand vpon my pantofles To them out of all crie, why I haue a life like a giant Now, but that my maſter hath ſuch a peſtilent mind To a woman now of late, and I haue a prety wench To my ſiſter, and I had thought to haue preferred my Maſter to hir, and that would haue bin a good Deale in my way, but that hees ſped already. Friend, well met. Souns friend, well met. I hold my life he ee not my maſters liuery coate, Plaine friend hop of my thum, know 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 angry with me for calling of you friend, I am the more ſorry for it, hoping the ſtile Of a Foole wil make you amends for all. The ſlaue is ſorie for his fault, now we cannot be angry, well whats the matter that you would do with vs? Marry ſir, I heare you pertaine to ſeignior Ferando. I and thou beeſt not blind thou maiſt ee, Ecce ſignum, here. Shal I intreat you to do me a meſſage to your Maſter? I, it may be, & you tell vs from whence you come. Marrie ſir I ſerue young Polidor your maiſters friend Do you ſerue him, and whats your name? My name ſirha? I tel the ſirha is cald Catapie. Cake and pie, O my teeth waters to haue a peece of thee. Why ſlaue, wouldſt thou eate me? San Eate thee, who would not eate Cake and pie? Why villaine my name is Catapie, But wilt thou tel me where thy maiſter is. Nay thou muſt firſt tel me where thy maiſter is. For I haue good newes for him, I can tel thee. Why ſee where he comes. Come ſweet Aurelius my faithfull friend, Now wil we go to ſee thoſe louely dames, Richer in beauty then the orient pearle, Whiter than is the Alpine Chriſtall mould, And far more louely than the terrene plant, That bluſhing in the aire turnes to a ſtone. What Sander, what newes with you? Marry ſir my maiſter ſends you word That you muſt come to his wedding to morrow. What, ſhal he be married then? Faith I, you thinke he ſtandes as long about it as you do. Whither is thy maiſter gone now?