Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Well give me thy hand: Proh. superi ingenium magnum quis noscit Homerum. Illias 〈◊〉 si latuisset opus? I admire thee I honour thee, and if thy master, or any man here be angry with thee, I shall suspect his wit while I know him for it, do you hear signor Thorello, signor Lorenzo, and the rest of my good friends, I pray you let me have peace when they come, I have sent for the two gallants and Hesperida, Gods marry I musi have you friends, how now? what noyseis there? Sir it is Peto is come home. Peto bring him hither, bring him hither, what how now signor drunkard, in arms against me, ha? your reason your reason for this. I beseech your worship to pardon me. Well, sirrah tell him I do pardon him. Truly sir I did happen into bad company by chance and they cast me in a sleep and stripped me of all my clothes. Tut this is not to the purpose touching your armour, what might your armour signify. Marry first hung in the room where they stripped me, and I borrowed it of on of the drawers, now in the evening to come home in, because I was loath to come through the street in my shirt. Well disarm him, but it's no matter let him stand by, who be these? oh young gallants; welcome, welcome, and you Lady, nay never scatter such amazed looks amongst us, Qui nil potest sperare desperet nihil. Faith M. Doctor that's even I, my hopes are small, and my despair shall be as little. Brother, sister, brother what cloudy, cloudy? and will no sunshine on these looks appear, well since there is such a tempest toward, i'll be the porpuis, i'll dance: wench be of good cheer, thou hast a cloak for the rain yet, where is he? S'hart how now, the picture of the prodigal, go to i'll have the calf dressed for you at my charges. Well son Lorenzo, this days work of yours hath much deceived my hopes, troubled my peace, and stretched my patience further than became the spirit of duty. Nay Gods pity signor Lorenzo you shall urge it no more come since you are here, i'll have the disposing of all, but first signor Giulliano at my request take your cloak again. Well sir I am content. Stay now let me see, oh signor Snow-liuer I had almost forgotten him, and your Genius there, what doth he suffer for a good conscience to? doth he bear his cross with patience. Nay they have scarce one cross between them both to bear. Why dost thou know him, what is he? what is he? Marry search his pocket sir, and there show you he is an Author Sir. Dic mihi musa virum: are you an Author sir, give me leave a little, come on sir, i'll make verses with you now in honour of the Gods, and the Goddesses for what you dare extempore; and now I begin. Mount the my Phlegon muse, and testify, How Saturn sitting in an Ebon cloud, disrobed his podex, white as ivory, And through the welkin thundered all aloud. there's for you sir.
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Well giue me thy hand: Proh. superi ingnium quis nscit Hoerum. Ilis si ltuisset op? I admire thee I honor thee, and if thy maister, or ny man here be angry with thee, I shall suspect his wit while I know him for it, do you heare Signior Thorell, Signior Lorenz, and the rest of my good friendes, I pray you let me haue peace when they come, I he sent for the two gallants and Hesperida, Gods marry I musi haue yo friendes, how now? what noyseis there? Sir it is Pet is come hom. Peto bring him hether, bring him hether, what how now signior drunckard, in armes against me, ha? your reason your reason for this. I beseech your worship to pardon me. Well, sirha tell him I do pardon him. Truly sir I did happen into bad companie by chance and they cast me in a sleepe and stript me of all my cloathes. Tut this is not to the purpose touching your armour, what might your armour signifie. Marry hung in the roome where they stript me, and I borrowed it of on of the drawers, now in the euening to come home in, because I was loth to come through the street in my shurt. Well disarme him, but its no matter let him stand by, who be these? oh young galants; welcome, welcome, and you Lady, nay neuer scatter such amazed lookes amongst vs, Qui nil potest sperare desperet nihil. Faith M. Doctor thats euen I, my hopes are smal, and my dispaire shal be as little. Brother, sister, brother what cloudy, cloudy? and will sunshine on these lookes appeare, well since there is such a tempest towarde, ile be the porpuis, ile daunce: wench be of good cheare, thou hast a cloake for the rayne yet, where is he? S'hart how now, the picture of the prodigal, go to ile haue the calfe drest for you at my charges. Well sonne Lrenzo, this dayes worke of yours hath much deceiued my hopes, troubled my peace, and stretcht my patience further then became he spirite of dutie. Nay Gods pitie signior Lorenzo you shal vrge it no more come since you are here, ile haue the disposing o all, but first signior Giulliano at my request take your cloake agayn. Well sir I am content. Stay now let me see, oh signior Snowliuer I had almost forgotten him, and your Genius there, what doth he suffer for a good conscience to? doth he beare his crosse with patience. Nay they haue scarse one cos between thē both to beare. Why doest thou know him, what is he? what is he? Marry search his pocket sir, and thee shew you he is an Author Sir. Dic mihi musa virum: are you an Author sir, giue me leaue a little, come on sir, ile make verses with you now in honor of the Gods, and the Goddesses for what you dare extempore; and now I beginne. Mount the my Plegon muse, and testifie, How Saturne sitting in an Ebon cloud, Disrod his podex, white as iuorie, And through the welkin thundred all aloud. theres for you sir.