Peele, George · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1594] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
HOw now fellow Frantic, what all a mort? Doth this sadness become thy madness? What though we have lost our way in the woods, yet never hang the head, as though thou hadst no hope to live till tomorrow: for Fantastic and I will warrant thy life tonight for twenty in the hundred. Antic and Fantastic, as I am frolic franion, never in all my life was I so dead slain. What? to lose our way in the wood, without either fire or candle so uncomfortable? O coelum! O terra! O maria! O Neptune! Why makes thou it so strange, seeing Cupid hath led our young master to the fair Lady and she is the only Saint that he hath sworn to serve. What resteth then but we commit him to his wench, and each of us take his stand up in a Tree, and sing out our ill fortune to the tune of O man in desperation. Desperately spoken fellow Frollicke in the dark: but seeing it falls out thus, let us rehearse the old proverb. Three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men be we. I in the wood, and thou on the ground, And Jack sleeps in the tree. Hush a dog in the wood, or a wooden dog, O comfortable hearing! I had even as live the Chamberlain of the white Horse had called me up to bed. Either hath this trotting Cur gone out of his circuit, or else are we near some village, which should not be far off, for I perceive the glimmering of a glow-worm, a Candle, or a cat's eye, my life for a half penny. In the name of my own father, be thou Ox or Ass that appearest, tell us what thou art. What am I? Why I am Clunch the Smith, what are you, what make you in my territories at this time of the night? What do we make dost thou ask? why we make faces for fear: such as if thy mortal eyes could behold, would make thee water the long seams of thy side slops, Smith. And in faith Sir unless your hospitality do relieve us, we are like to wander with a sorrowful heigh ho, among the owlets, & Hobgoblins of the Forest: good Vulcan, for Cupid's sake that hath cozened us all: befriend us as thou mayest, and command us howsoever, wheresoever, whensoever, in whatsoever, for ever and ever. Well Masters it seems to me you have lost your way in the wood: in consideration whereof, if you will go with Clunch to his Cottage, you shall have house room, and a good fire to sit by, although we have no bedding to put you in. O blessed Smith, O bountiful Clunch. For your further entertainment, it shall be as it may be, so and so. Hark this is Ball my Dog that bids you all welcome in his own language, come take heed for stumbling on the threshold, open door Madge take in guests.
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HOw nowe fellowe Franticke, what all a mort? Doth this sadnes become thy madnes? What though wee haue lost our way in the woodes, yet neuer hang the head, as though thou hadst no hope to liue till to morrow: for Fantasticke and I will warrant thy life to night for twenty in the hundred. Anticke and Fantasticke, as I am frollicke franion, neuer in all my life was I so dead slaine. What? to loose our way in the woode, without either fire or candle so vncomfortable? O coelum! O terra! O maria! O Neptune! Why makes thou it so strange, seeing Cupid hath led our yong master to the faire Lady and she is the only Saint that he hath sworne to serue. What resteth then but wee commit him to his wench, and each of vs take his stand vp in a Tree, and sing out our ill fortune to the tune of O man in desperation. Desperately spoken fellow Frollicke in the darke: but seeing it falles out thus, let vs rehearse the old prouerb. Three merrie men, and three merrie men, And three merrie men be wee. I in the wood, and thou on the ground, And Iacke sleepes in the tree. Hush a dogge in the wood, or a wooden dogge, O comfortable hearing! I had euen as liue the Chamberlaine of the white Horse had called me vp to bed. Eyther hath this trotting Cur gone out of his cyrcuit, or els are we nere some village, which should not be farre off, for I perceiue the glymring of a Gloworme, a Candle, or a Cats eye, my life for a halfe pennie. In the name of my own father, be thou Oxe or Asse that appearest, tell vs what thou art. What am I? Why I am Clunch the Smith, what are you, what make you in my territories at this time of the night? What doe we make dost thou aske? why we make faces for feare: such as if thy mortall eyes could behold, would make thee water the long seames of thy side slops, Smith. And in faith Sir vnlesse your hospitalitie doe releeue vs, wee are like to wander with a sorrowfull hey ho, among the owlets, & Hobgoblins of the Forrest: good Vulcan, for Cupids sake that hath cousned vs all: befriend vs as thou maiest, and commaund vs howsoeuer, wheresoeuer, whensoeuer, in whatsoeuer, for euer and euer. Well Masters it seemes to mee you haue lost your waie in the wood: in consideration whereof, if you will goe with Clunch to his Cottage, you shall haue house roome, and a good fire to sit by, althogh we haue no bedding to put you in. O blessed Smith, O bountifull Clunch. For your further intertainment, it shall be as it may be, so and so. Hearke this is Ball my Dogge that bids you all welcome in his own language, come take heed for stumbling on thethreshold, open dore Madge take in guests.