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 · 515 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, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugersop and the rest: let their heads be slickely combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit, let them curtsy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my Master's horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? They are. Call them forth. Do you hear ho? you must meet my master to countenance my mistress. Why she hath a face of her own. Who knows not that? Thou it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. I call them forth to credit her. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them. Welcome home Grumio. How now Grumio. What Grumio. Fellow Grumio. How now old lad, Welcome you: how now you: what you: fellow you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? All things is ready, how near is our master? E'en at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be not— Cock's passion, silence, I here my master. Where be these knaves? what no man at door To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse? Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip. Hear, here sir, here sir. Hear sir, here sir, here sir, here sir. You loggerheaded and unpolished grooms: What? no attendants? no regard? no duty? Where is the foolish knave I sent before? Hear sir, as foolish as I was before. You peasant, swain, you whoreson malt-horse drudge Did I not bid thee meet me in the Park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? Nathaniels coat sir was not fully made, And Gabriels' pumps, were all unpinkt i'th' heel: There was no Link to colour Peter's hat, And Welter's dagger was not come from sheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory, The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly, Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you. Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. Where is the life that late I led? Where are those? Sat down Kate, And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud. Why when I say? Nay good sweet Kate be merry. Off with my boots, you rogues: you villains, when? It was the Friar of Orders grey, As he forth walked on his way. Out you rogue, you pluck my foot awry, Take that, and mend the plucking of the other Be merry Kate: Some water here: what hoa. Where's my Spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: One Kate that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my Slippers? shall I have some water? Come Kate and wash, and welcome hearty: You whoreson villain, will you let it fall? Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. A whoreson beetleheaded flap-eared knave: Come Kate sit down, I know you have a stomach, Will you give thankes, sweet Kate, or else shall I? What's this, Mutton?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I, and that thou and the proudeſt of you all ſhall finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this? Call forth Nathaniell, Ioſeph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Sugerſop and the reſt: let their heads bee ſlickely comb'd, their blew coats bruſh'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit, let them curtſie with their left legges, and not preſume to touch a haire of my Maſters horſe-taile till they kiſſe their hands. Are they all readie? They are. Call them forth. Doe you heare ho? you muſt meete my maiſter to countenance my miſtris. Why ſhe hath a face of her owne. Who knowes not that? Thou it ſeemes, that calls for company to countenance her. I call them forth to credit her. Why ſhe comes to borrow nothing of them. Welcome home Grumio. How now Grumio. What Grumio. Fellow Grumio. How now old lad, Welcome you: how now you: what you: fellow you: and thus much for greeting. Now my ſpruce companions, is all readie, and all things neate? All things is readie, how neere is our maſter? E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be not— Cockes paſſion, ſilence, I heere my maſter. Where be theſe knaues? what no man at doore To hold my ſtirrop, nor to take my horſe? Where is Nathaniell, Gregory, Phillip. Heere, heere ſir, heere ſir. Heere ſir, heere ſir, heere ſir, heere ſir. You logger-headed and vnplliſht groomes: What? no attendants? no regard? no dutie? Where is the fooliſh knaue I ſent before? Heere ſir, as fooliſh as I was before. You pezant, ſwaine, you horſon malt-horſe drudg Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke, And bring along theſe raſcall knaues with thee? Nathaniels coat ſir was not fully made, And Gabriels pumpes, were all vnpinkt i'th heele: There was no Linke to colour Peters hat, And Walters dagger was not come from ſheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe, and Gregorie, The reſt were ragged, old, and beggerly, Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you. Go raſcals, go, and fetch my ſupper in. Where is the life that late I led? Where are thoſe? Sit downe Kate, And welcome. Soud, ſoud, ſoud, ſoud. Why when I ſay? Nay good ſweete Kate be merrie. Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when? It was the Friar of Orders gray, As he forth walked on his way. Out you rogue, you plucke my foot awrie, Take that, and mend the plucking of the other Be merrie Kate: Some water heere: what hoa. Where's my Spaniel Troilus? Sirra, get you hence, And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither: One Kate that you muſt kiſſe, and be acquainted with. Where are my Slippers? ſhall I haue ſome water? Come Kate and waſh, and welcome heartily: You horſon villaine, will you let it fall? Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling. A horſon beetle-headed flap-ear'd knaue: Come Kate ſit downe, I know you haue a ſtomack, Will you giue thankes, ſweete Kate, or elſe ſhall I? What's this, Mutton?