Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.76 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What's signor Thorello gone? I sir. heart of me, what made him leave us so abruptly How now sirrah; what make you here? what would you have, ha? an't please your worship, I am a poor neighbour of your worships. A neighbour of mine, knave? I sir, at the sign of the water-tankard, hard by the green lattice: I have paid scot and lotte there any time this eighteen years. What, at the green lattice? No sir: to the parish: mary I have seldom 'scaped scotfree free at the lattice. So: but what business hath my neighbour? an't like your worship, I am come to crave the peace of your worship. Of me, knave? peace of me, knave? did I ere hurt thee? did I ever threaten thee? or wrong thee? ha? No gods my comfort, I mean your worship's warrant, for one that hath wronged me sir: his arms are at too much liberty, I would fain have them bound to a treaty of peace, and I could by any means compass it. Why, dost thou go in danger of thy life for him? No sir; but I go in danger of my death every hour by his means; and I die within a twelvemonth and a day, I may swear, by the laws of the land, that he killed me. How? how knave? swear he killed thee? what pretext? what colour hast thou for that? Mary sir: both black and blue, colour enough, I warrant you I have it here to show your worship. What is he, that gave you this sirrah? A Gentleman in the city sir. A Gentleman? what call you him? signor Bobadilla. Good: But wherefore did he beat you sirrah? how began the quarrel twixt you? ha: speak truly knave, I advise you. Marry sir, because I spoke against their vagrant Tobacco, as I came by them: for nothing else. Ha, you speak against Tobacco? Peto, his name. What's your name sirra? Oliver Cob, sir set Oliuer Cob, sir. Tell Oliuer Cob he shall go to the jail. Oliuer Cob, master Doctor says you shall go to the jail. Oh I beseech your worship for gods love, dear master Doctor. Nay gods precious: and such drunken knaves as you are come to dispute of Tobacco once; I have done: away with him. Oh good master Doctor, sweet Gentleman. Sweet Oliver, would I could do thee any good; master Doctor let me entreat sir. What? a tankard-bearer, a threadbare rascal, a beggar, a slave that never drunk out of better than pisspot mettle in his life, and he to deprave, and abuse the virtue of an herb, so generally received in the courts of princes, the chambers of nobles, the bowers of sweet Ladies, the cabins of soldiers: Peto away with him, by god's passion, I say, go too. Dear master Doctor. Alas poor Oliver.
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What's Signior Thorello gone? I sir. Hart of me, what made him laue vs so abruptly How now sirra; what make you here? what wold you haue, ha? And't please your worship, I am a poore neighbour of your worships. A neighbour of mine, knaue? I sir, at the signe of the water-tankerd, hard by the greene lattice: I haue pide scot and lott there any time this eighteene yeares. What, at the greene lattice? No sir: to the parish: mary I haue seldome scap't scot▪ free at the lattice. So: but what busines hath my neighbour? And't like your worship, I am come to craue the peace of your worship. Of me, knaue? peace of me, knaue? did I e're hurt thee? did I euer threaten thee? or wrong thee? ha? No god's my comfort, I meane your worships warrant, for one that hath wrong'd me sir: his armes are at too much libertie, I would faine haue them bound to a treatie of peace, and I could by any meanes compasse it. Why, doest thou goe in danger of thy life for him? No sir; but I goe in danger of my death euery hour by his meanes; and I die within a twelue-moneth and a day, I may sweare, by the lawes of the land, that he kil'd me. How? how knaue? sweare he kil'd thee? what pretext? what colour hast thou for that? Mary sir: both blacke and blew, colour ynough, I warrant you I haue it here to shew your worship. What is he, that gaue you this sirra? A Gentleman in the citie sir. A Gentleman? what call you him? Signior Bobadilla. Good: But wherefore did he beate you sirra? how began the quarrel twixt you? ha: speake truly knaue, I aduise you. Marry sir, because I spake against their vagrant Tabacco, as I came by them: for nothing else. Ha, you speake against Tabacco? Peto, his name. What's your name ? Oliuer Cb, sir set Olier Cob, sir. Tell Olier Cob he shall goe to the iayle. Cob, master Doctor sayes you shall go to the iayle. Oh I beseech your worship for gods loue, deare master Doctor. Nay gods pretious: and such drunken knaues as you are come to dispute of Tabacco once; I haue done: away with him. Oh good master Doctor, sweete Gentleman. Sweete Oliuer, would I could doe thee any good; master Doctor let me intreat sir. What? a tankard-bearer, a thread-bare rascall, a begger, a slaue that neuer drunke out of better thē pispot mettle in his life, and he to depraue, and abuse the vertue of an herbe, so generally receyu'd in the courts of princes, the chambers of nobles, the bowers of sweete Ladies, the cabbins of souldiers: Peto away with him, by gods passion, I say, goe too. Deare master Doctor. Alasse poore Oliuer.