Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 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.
Enough Aurelius: but we forget Our marriage dinner now the Bride is gone, Come, let us see what there they left behind. Come sirs, provide all things as fast as you can, For my master's hard at hand, and my new mistress And all, and he sent me before to see all things ready. Welcome home Saunder: sirrah how looks our new mistress, they say she's a plaguy shrew? Yea and that thou shalt find, I can tell thee and if thou dost not please her well: why my master has such ado with her, as it passeth, and he's even like a mad man. Why Saunder, what doth he say? Why I'll tell you what: when they should Go to church to be married, he puts on an old jerkin, and a pair of canvas breeches down to the Small of his leg, and a red cap on his head, and he Looks as thou wouldst burst thyself with laughing When thou seest him: he's e'en as good as a Fool for me: and then when they should go to dinner, He made me saddle the horse, and away he came, And ne'er tarried for dinner, and therefore you had best Get supper ready against they come, for They be hard at hand I am sure by this time. Sowns, see where they be already. Now welcome Kate. Where's these villains Hear? what, not supper yet upon the board? Nor table spread, nor nothing done at all, Where's that villain that I sent before? Now, adsum, sir. Come hither you villain, I'll cut your nose, You rogue, help me off with my boots: wilt please You to lay the cloth? Sowns the villain Hurts my foot: pull easily I say, yet again? Sowns, burnt and scorched, who dressed this meat? Forsooth Iohn Cook. Go you villains, bring me such meat? Out of my sight I say, and bear it hence: Come Kate, we'll have other meat provided, Is there a fire in my chamber sir? I forsooth. Servingmen and eat up all the meat. 'Sounds, I think of my conscience my master's mad since he was married. I laft what a box he gave Saunder For pulling off his boots. I hurt his foot for the nonce man. Did you so, you damned villain? This humour must I hold me to a while, To bridle and hold back my head strong wife, With curbs of hunger, ease, and want of sleep: Nor sleep, nor meat shall she enjoy to night, I'll mew her up as men do mew their Hawks, And make her gently come unto the Lewre, Were she as stubborn, or as full of strength, As was the Thracian Horse Alcides tamed, That king Egeus fed with flesh of men, Yet would I pull her down, and make her come, As hungry Hawks do fly unto their Lewre.
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Enough Aurelius: but we forget Our marriage dinner now the Bride is gone, Come, let vs ſee what there they left behind. Come ſirs, prouide all things as faſt as you can, For my maiſter's hard at hand, and my new miſtris And all, and he ſent me before to ſee all things ready. Welcome home Sander: ſirrha how lookes our new miſtris, they ſay ſhee's a plaguy ſhrew? Yea and that thou ſhalt find, I can tell thee and if thou doſt not pleaſe her wel: why my maſter haz ſuch ado with her, as it paſſeth, and hee's euen like a mad man. Why Sander, what doth he ſay? Why Ile tell you what: when they ſhould Goe to church to be married, he puts on an olde Ierkin, and a paire of canuaſſe breeches downe to the Small of his leg, and a red cap on his head, and he Lookes as thou wouldſt burſt thy ſelfe with laughing When thou ſeeſt him: hee's ee'n as good as a Foole for me: and then when they ſhould goe to dinner, He made me ſaddle the horſe, and away he came, And ne'r tarried for dinner, and therefore you had beſt Get ſupper ready againſt they come, for They be hard at hand I am ſure by this time. Sowns, ſee where they be already. Now welcome Kate. Where's theſe villaines Heere? what, not ſupper yet vpon the boord? Nor table ſpread, nor nothing done at all, Where's that villaine that I ſent before? Now, adſum, ſir. Come hither you villaine, Ile cut your noſe, You rogue, help me off with my bootes: wil't pleaſe You to lay the cloth? Sowns the villaine Hurts my foote: pull eaſily I ſay, yet againe? Sowns, burnt and ſcorch't, who dreſt this meate? Forſooth Iohn Cooke. Goe you villaines, bring me ſuch meate? Out of my ſight I ſay, and beare it hence: Come Kate, wee'l haue other meate prouided, Is there a fire in my chamber ſir? I forſooth. Seruingmen and eate vp all the meate. Sownes, I thinke of my conſcience my maiſter's madde ſince he was married. I laft what a boxe he gaue Sander For pulling off his bootes. I hurt his foote for the nonce man. Did you ſo, you damned villaine? This humour muſt I holde me to a while, To bridle and hold backe my head ſtrong wife, With curbes of hunger, eaſe, and want of ſleepe: Nor ſleepe, nor meate ſhall ſhe enjoy to night, Ile mew her vp as men doe mew their Hawkes, And make her gently come vnto the Lewre, Were ſhe as ſtubborne, or as full of ſtrength, As was the Thracian Horſe Alcides tamde, That king Egeus fed with fleſh of men, Yet would I pull her downe, and make her come, As hungry Hawkes doe flie vnto their Lewre.