Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Thanks to you both, you both deserve so well, As I want skill your worthiness to tell: And both I do commend for your good will, And both I'll honour, love and reverence still: For never virgin had such kindness shown, Of strangers, yea, and men to her unknown. But more, to end this sudden controversy, Since I am made an umpire in the plea, This is my verdict: I'll entreat of you A Cottage for my dwelling: and of you, A flock to tend: and so indifferent My grateful pains on either shallbe spent. I am agreed, and for the love I bear I'll boast, I have a Tenant is so fair. And I will hold it as a rich possession, That she vouchsafes to be of my profession. Then for a sign that no man here hath wrong From hence let's all conduct her with a song. Away Ioculo. Here sir, at hand. Ioculo, where is she? I know not. When went she? I know not. Which way went she? I know not. Where should I seek her? I know not. When shall I find her? I know not. A vengeance take thee slave, what dost thou know? Marry sir, that I do know. What villain? And you be so testy, go look: What a coil's here with you? If we knew where she were, what need we seek her? I think you are lunatic: where were you When you should have looked after her? now you Go crying up and down after your wench, like A Boy had lost his horn book. Ah my sweet Boy. Ah my sweet Master: nay I can give you as good Words as you can give me: all's one for that. What canst thou give me no relief? Faith sir, there comes not one morsel of comfort From my lips, to sustain that hungry maw Of your misery, there is such a dearth at this time, God amend it. A Ioculo, my breast is full of grief, And yet my hope, that only wants relief. Your breast and my belly, are in two contrary keys, You walk to get stomach to your meat, And I walk to get meat to my stomach: Your breast's full, and my belly's empty. If they chance to part in this case, God send them Merry meeting: that my belly be full, and your breast empty. Boy, for the love that ever thou didst owe, To thy dear master, poor Ascanio, Rack thy proved wits, unto the highest strain, To bring me back Eurymine again. Nay master, if wit could do it, I could tell you More: but if it ever be done, the very legerity Of the feet must do it: these ten nimble bones Must do the deed: I'll trot like a little dog: There's not a bush so big as my beard, But I'll be peeping in it: there's not a Coat but I'll search every corner: if she be above, or Beneath, over the ground, or under, I'll find her out.
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Thanks to you both, you both deſerue ſo well, As I want skill your worthineſſe to tell: And both I do commend for your good will, And both Ile honor, loue and reuerence ſtill: For neuer virgin had ſuch kindnes ſhowne, Of ſtraungers, yea, and men to her vnknowne. But more, to end this ſudden controuerſie, Since I am made an vmpier in the plea, This is my verdite: Ile intreate of you A Cottage for my dwelling: and of you, A flocke to tend: and ſo indifferent My gratefull paines on either ſhalbe ſpent. I am agreed, and for the loue I beare Ile boaſt, I haue a Tenant is ſo faire. And I wil hold it as a rich poſſeſſion, That ſhe vouchſafes to be of my profeſſion. Thē for a ſign that no man here hath wrong From hence lets all conduct her with a ſong. Away Ioculo. Here ſir, at hand. Ioculo, where is ſhe? I know not. When went ſhe? I know not. Which way went ſhe? I know not. Where ſhould I ſeeke her? I know not. When ſhall I find her? I know not. A vengeance take thee ſlaue, what doſt thou know? Marry ſir, that I doo know. What villaine? And you be ſo teſtie, go looke: What a coyles here with you? If we knew where ſhe were, what need we ſeeke her? I thinke you are lunaticke: where were you When you ſhould haue lookt after her? now you Go crying vp and downe after your wench, like A Boy had loſt his horne booke. Ah my ſweet Boy. Ah my ſweet Maiſter: nay I can giue you as good Words as you can giue me: alls one for that. What canſt thou giue me no reliefe? Faith ſir, there comes not one morſel of comfort From my lips, to ſuſtaine that hungry mawe Of your miſerie, there is ſuch a dearth at this time, God amend it. A Ioculo, my breaſt is full of griefe, And yet my hope, that only wants reliefe. Your breſt and my belly, are in two contrary kaies, You walke to get ſtomacke to your meate, And I walke to get meate to my ſtomacke: Your breaſt's full, and my belli's emptie. If they chance to part in this caſe, God ſend them Merry meeting: that my belly be ful, and your breſt empty. Boy, for the loue that euer thou didſt owe, To thy deare maſter, poore Aſcanio, Racke thy proou'd wits, vnto the higheſt ſtraine, To bring me backe Eurymine againe. Nay maſter, if wit could do it, I could tell you More: but if it euer be done, the very legeritie Of the feete muſt do it: theſe ten nimble bones Muſt do the deed: Ile trot like a little dog: Theres not a buſh ſo big as my beard, But Ile be peeping in it: theres not a Coate but Ile ſearch euery corner: if ſhe be aboue, or Beneath, ouer the ground, or vnder, Ile finde her out.