Shakespeare, William · published 1631 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 545 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.
My Lord I warrant you we will play our part As he shall think by our true diligence He is no less than what we say he is. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, And each one to his office when he wakes. Sirrah, go see what Trumpet 'tis that sounds, Belike some Noble Gentleman that means (traveling some journey) to repose him here. How now? who is it? An't please your Honour, players That offer service to your Lordship. Bid them come near; Now fellows, you are welcome. We thank your Honor. Do you intent to stay with me to night? So please your Lordship to accept our duty. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, Since once he played a Farmer's eldest son, 'twas where you wooed the Gentlewoman so well: I have forgot your name: but sure that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally performed, I think 'twas Soto that your Honour means. 'Tis very true, thou didst it excellent: Well you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a Lord will hear you play to night; But I am doubtful of your modesties, Lest (ouer-eying of his odd behaviour, For yet his honour never heard a play) You break into some merry passion, And so offend him: for I tell you sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient. Fear not my Lord we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world. Go sirrah, Take them to the Buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one, Let them want nothing that my house affords. Sirrah go you to Bartholomew my page, And see him dressed in all suits like a Lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And call him Madam, do him obeisance: Tell him from me (as he will win my love) He bore himself with honourable action, Such as he hath observed in noble Ladies Unto their Lords, by them accomplished, Such duty to the drunkard let him do: With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy, And say: What is it your Honour doth command, Wherein your Lady, and your humble wife, May show her duty, and make known her love. And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And with declining head into his bosom Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed To see her noble Lord restored to health, Who for this seven years hath esteemed him No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An Onion will do well for such a shift, Which in a Napkin (being close-conueied) Shall in despite enforce a watery eye: See this dispatched with all the hast thou canst, Anon I'll give thee more instructions. I know the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman: I long to hear him call the drunkard husband, And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, When they do homage to this simple peasant, I'll in to counsel them: haply my presence May well abate the over-merrie spleen, Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part As he ſhall thinke by our true dilligence He is no leſſe then what we ſay he is. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him, And each one to his office when he wakes. Sirrah, go ſee what Trumpet 'tis that ſounds, Belike ſome Noble Gentleman that meanes (Trauelling ſome iourney) to repoſe him heere. How now? who is it? An't pleaſe your Honor, players That offer ſeruice to your Lordſhip. Bid them come neere; Now fellowes, you are welcome. We thanke your Honor. Do you intend to ſtay with me to night? So pleaſe your Lordſhippe to accept our dutie. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, Since once he plaide a Farmers eldeſt ſonne, Twas where you woo'd the Gentlewoman ſo well: I haue forgot your name: but ſure that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd, I thinke 'twas Soto that your Honor meanes. 'Tis verie true, thou didſt it excellent: Well you are come to me in happie time, The rather for I haue ſome ſport in hand, Wherein your cunning can aſſiſt me much. There is a Lord will heare you play to night; But I am doubtfull of your modeſties, Leaſt (ouer-eying of his odde behauiour, For yet his honor neuer heard a play) You breake into ſome merrie paſſion, And ſo offend him: for I tell you ſirs, If you ſhould ſmile, he growes impatient. Feare not my Lord we can containe our ſelues, Were he the verieſt anticke in the world. Go ſirra, Take them to the Butterie, And giue them friendly welcome euery one, Let them want nothing that my houſe affoords. Sirra go you to Bartholmew my page, And ſee him dreſt in all ſuites like a Ladie: That done, conduct him to the drunkards chamber, And call him Madam, do him obeiſance: Tell him from me (as he will win my loue) He bare himſelfe with honorable action, Such as he hath obſeru'd in noble Ladies Vnto their Lords, by them accompliſhed, Such dutie to the drunkard let him do: With ſoft lowe tongue, and lowly curteſie, And ſay: What is 't your Honor doth command, Wherein your Ladie, and your humble wife, May ſhew her dutie, and make knowne her loue. And then with kinde imbracements, tempting kiſſes, And with declining head into his boſome Bid him ſhed teares, as being ouer-ioyed To ſee her noble Lord reſtor'd to health, Who for this ſeuen yeares hath eſteemed him No better then a poore and loathſome begger: And if the boy haue not a womans guift To raine a ſhower of commanded teares, An Onion will do well for ſuch a ſhift, Which in a Napkin (being cloſe-conuei'd) Shall in deſpight enforce a waterie eie: See this diſpatch'd with all the haſt thou canſt, Anon Ile giue thee more inſtructions. I know the boy will wel vſurpe the grace, Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman: I long to heare him call the drunkard huſband, And how my men will ſtay themſelues from laughter, When they do homage to this ſimple peaſant, Ile in to counſell them: haply my preſence May well abate the ouer-merrie ſpleene, Which otherwiſe would grow into extreames.