Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 444 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.
Sir, that's all one, an't were; you shall command me, twice so far as More-gate to do you good, in such a matter. Do you think I would leave you? I protest— No, no, you shall not protest, coz. By my fackins, but I will, by your leave; I'll protest more to my friend, then I'll speak off, at this time. You speak very well, coz. Nay, not so neither, you shall pardon me: but I speak, to serve my turn. Your turn, coz? Do you know, what you say? A gentleman of your sort, parts, carriage, and estimation, to talk o' your turn i' this company, and to me, alone, like a tankard-bearer, at a conduit! Fie. A wight, that (hitherto) his every step hath left the stamp of a great foot behind him, as every word the favour of a strong spirit! and he! this man! so graced, guilded, or (to use a more fit metaphor) so tin-foiled by nature, as not ten housewives pewter (again' a good time) shows more bright to the world than he! and he (as I said last, so I say again, and still shall say it) this man! to conceal such real ornaments as these, and shadow their glory, as a milliner's wife does her wrought stomacher, with a smoky lawn, or a black cypress? O coz! It cannot be answered, go not about it. DRAKES old ship, at Detford, may sooner circle the world again. Come, wrong not the quality of your desert, with looking downward, couz; but hold up your head, so: and let the Idea of what you are, be portrayed i' your face, that men may read i' your phisnomy, (Here, within this place, is to be seen the true, rare, and accomplished monster, or miracle of nature, which is all one.) What think you of this, coz? Why, I do think of it; and I will be more proud, and melancholy, and gentlemanlike, than I have been: I'll ensure you. Why, that's resolute master STEPHEN! Now, if I can but hold him up to his height, as it is happily begun, it will do well for a suburb-humor: we may hap have a match with the city, and play him for forty pound. Come, coz. I'll follow you. Follow me? you must go before. Nay, an' I must, I will. Pray you, show me, good cousin. I Think, this be the house: what, hough? Who's there? O, master MATTHEW! gi' your worship good morrow. What! COB! how dost thou, good COB? dost thou inhabit here, COB? ay, sir, I and my lineage ha' kept a poor house, here, in our days.
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Sir, that's all one, and't were; you shall command me, twise so farre as More-gate to doe you good, in such a matter. Doe you thinke I would leaue you? I protest— No, no, you shall not protest, cousse. By my fackins, but I will, by your leaue; Ile protest more to my friend, then Ile speake off, at this time. You speake very well, cousse. Nay, not so neither, you shall pardon me: but I speake, to serue my turne. Your turne, couss? Doe you know, what you say? A gentleman of your sort, parts, carriage, and estimation, to talke o' your turne i' this companie, and to me, alone, like a tankard-bearer, at a conduit! Fie. A wight, that (hetherto) his euery step hath left the stampe of a great foot behind him, as euery word the fauour of a strong spirit! and he! this man! so grac'd, guilded, or (to vse a more fit metaphore) so tin-foild by nature, as not ten house-wiues pewter (again' a good time) shew's more bright to the world then he! and he (as I said last, so I say againe, and still shall say it) this man! to conceale such reall ornaments as these, and shaddow their glorie, as a Millaners wife do's her wrought stomacher, with a smokie lawne, or a black cypresse? O couss! It cannot be answer'd, goe not about it. DRAKES old ship, at Detford, may sooner circle the world againe. Come, wrong not the qualitie of your desert, with looking downeward, couz; but hold vp your head, so: and let the Idea of what you are, be pourtray'd i' your face, that men may reade i' your physnomie, (Here, within this place, is to be seene the true, rare, and accomplish'd monster, or miracle of nature, which is all one.) What thinke you of this, couss? Why, I doe thinke of it; and I will be more prowd, and melancholy, and gentleman-like, then I haue beene: I'le ensure you. Why, that's resolute master STEPHEN! Now, if I can but hold him vp to his height, as it is happily begunne, it will doe well for a suburbe-humor: we may hap haue a match with the citie, and play him for fortie pound. Come, couss. I'le follow you. Follow me? you must goe before. Nay, an' I must, I will. Pray you, shew me, good cousin. I Thinke, this be the house: what, hough? Who's there? O, master MATTHEW! gi' your worship good morrow. What! COB! how do'st thou, good COB? do'st thou inhabite here, COB? I, sir, I and my linage ha' kept a poore house, here, in our dayes.