Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 521 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.
Farewell good Brother, we shall thrive, I trust. Uncle, adieu: O let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans, applaud our sport. Heigh-ho, an't be not four by the day, I'll be hanged. Charles wain is over the new Chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What Ostler? Anon, anon. I prithee Tom, beat Cuts Saddle, put a few Flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, out of all cease. Pease and Beanes are as dank here as a Dog, and this is the next way to give poor jades the Bottes: This house is turned upside down since Robin the Ostler died. Poor fellow never joyed since the price of oats rose, it was the death of him. I think this is the most villainous house in all London road for Fleas: I am stung like a Tench. Like a Tench? There is ne'er a King in Christendom, could be better bit, than I have been since the first Cock. Why, you will allow us ne'er a Iourden, and then we leak in your Chimney: and your Chamber-lye breeds Fleas like a Loach. What Ostler, come away, and be hanged: come away. I have a Gammon of Bacon, and two razes of Ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. The Turkeys in my Pannier are quite starved. What Ostler? A plague on thee, hast thou never an eye in thy head? Canst not hear? And 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Villain. Come and be hanged, hast no faith in thee? Good-morrow Carriers. What's a clock? I think it be two a clock. I prithee lend me thy Lantern to see my Gelding in the stable. Nay soft I pray ye, I know a trick worth two of that. I prithee lend me thine. I, when, canst tell? Lend me thy Lantern (quotha) marry I'll see thee hanged first. Sirrah Carrier: What time do you mean to come to London? Time enough to go to bed with a Candle, I warrant thee. Come neighbour Mugges, we'll call up the Gentlemen, they will along with company, for they have great charge. What ho, Chamberlain? At hand quoth Pickpurse. That's even as fair, as at hand quoth the Chamberlain: For thou variest no more from picking of Purses, then giving direction, doth from labouring. Thou layest the plot, how. Good morrow Master Gadshill, it holds currant that I told you yesternight. There's a Franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred Marks with him in Gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company last night at Supper; a kind of Auditor, one that hath abundance of charge too (God knows what) they are up already, and call for Eggs and Butter. They will away presently. Sirrah, if they meet not with S. Nicholas Clarks, I'll give thee this neck. No, I'll none of it: I prithee keep that for the Hangman, for I know thou worship'st S. Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Farewell good Brother, we ſhall thriue, I truſt. Vncle, adieu: O let the houres be ſhort, Till fields, and blowes, and grones, applaud our ſport. Heigh-ho, an't be not foure by the day, Ile be hang'd. Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney, and yet our horſe not packt. What Oſtler? Anon, anon. I prethee Tom, beate Cuts Saddle, put a few Flockes in the point: the poore Iade is wrung in the withers, out of all ceſſe. Peaſe and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog, and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes: This houſe is turned vpſide downe ſince Robin the Oſtler dyed. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd ſince the price of oats roſe, it was the death of him. I thinke this is the moſt villanous houſe in al London rode for Fleas: I am ſtung like a Tench. Like a Tench? There is ne're a King in Chriſtendome, could be better bit, then I haue beene ſince the firſt Cocke. Why, you will allow vs ne're a Iourden, and then we leake in your Chimney: and your Chamber-lye breeds Fleas like a Loach. What Oſtler, come away, and be hangd: come away. I haue a Gammon of Bacon, and two razes of Ginger, to be deliuered as farre as Charing-croſſe. The Turkies in my Pannier are quite ſtarued. What Oſtler? A plague on thee, haſt thou neuer an eye in thy head? Can'ſt not heare? And t'were not as good a deed as drinke, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Villaine. Come and be hang'd, haſt no faith in thee? Good-morrow Carriers. What's a clocke? I thinke it be two a clocke. I prethee lend me thy Lanthorne to ſee my Gelding in the ſtable. Nay ſoft I pray ye, I know a trick worth two of that. I prethee lend me thine. I, when, canſt tell? Lend mee thy Lanthorne (quoth-a) marry Ile ſee thee hang'd firſt. Sirra Carrier: What time do you mean to come to London? Time enough to goe to bed with a Candle, I warrant thee. Come neighbour Mugges, wee'll call vp the Gentlemen, they will along with company, for they haue great charge. What ho, Chamberlaine? At hand quoth Pick-purſe. That's euen as faire, as at hand quoth the Chamberlaine: For thou varieſt no more from picking of Purſes, then giuing direction, doth from labouring. Thou lay'ſt the plot, how. Good morrow Maſter Gads-Hill, it holds currant that I told you yeſternight. There's a Franklin in the wilde of Kent, hath brought three hundred Markes with him in Gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company laſt night at Supper; a kinde of Auditor, one that hath abundance of charge too (God knowes what) they are vp already, and call for Egges and Butter. They will away preſently. Sirra, if they meete not with S. Nicholas Clarks, Ile giue thee this necke. No, Ile none of it: I prythee keep that for the Hangman, for I know thou worſhipſt S. Nicholas as truly as a man of falſhood may.