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 · 517 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.
WHat's master KITELY gone? ROGER? ay, 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 poor neighbour of mine? why, speak poor neighbour. I dwell, sir, at the sign of the water-tankard, hard by the green lattice: I have paid scot, and lot there, any time this eighteen years. To the green lattice? No, sir, to the parish: marry, I have seldom scaped scotfree, at the lattice. O, well! what business has my poor neighbour with me? an't like your worship, I am come, to crave the peace of your worship. Of me knave? peace of me, knave? did I e'er hurt thee? or threaten thee? or wrong thee? ha? No, sir, but your worship's warrant, for one that has wronged me, sir: his arms are at too much liberty, I would feign have them bound to a treaty of peace, an' my credit could compass it, with your worship. Thou goest far enough about for't, I am sure. Why, dost thou go in danger of thy life for him? friend? No sir; but I go in danger of my death, every hour, by his means: an' I die, within a twelvemonth and a day, I may swear, by the law of the land, that he killed me. How? how knave? swear he killed thee? and by the law? what pretence? what colour hast thou for that? marry, an't please your worship, 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, and a soldier, he says he is, o'the city here. A soldier o' the city? What call you him? Captain BOBADIL. BOBADIL? And why did he bob, and beat you, sirrah? How began the quarrel betwixt you? ha: speak truly knave, I advise you. marry, indeed, and please your worship, only because I spoke against their vagrant tobacco, as I came by 'em, when they were taking on't, for nothing else. Ha? you speak against tobacco? FORMAL, his name. What's your name, sirrah? OLIVER, sir, OLIVER COB, sir. Tell OLIVER COB, he shall go to the jail, FORMAL. OLIVER COB, my master, justice CLEMENT, says, you shall go to the jail. O, I beseech your worship, for God's sake, dear master justice. Nay, gods precious: and such drunkards, and tankards, as you are, come to dispute of tobacco once; I have done! away with him. O, good master justice, sweet old gentleman. Sweet OLIVER, would I could do thee any good: justice CLEMENT, let me entreat you, sir. What? 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! ROGER, away with him, by gods precious— I say, go too.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WHat's master KITELY gone? ROGER? I, sir. 'Hart of me! what made him leaue vs so abruptly! How now, sirra? what make you here? what would you haue, ha? And't please your worship, I am a poore neighbour of your worships— A poore neighbour of mine? why, speake poore neighbour. I dwell, sir, at the signe of the water-tankerd, hard by the greene lattice: I haue paid scot, and lot there, any time this eighteene yeeres. To the greene lattice? No, sir, to the parish: mary, I haue seldome scap't scot-free, at the lattice. O, well! what businesse ha's my poore neighbour with me? And't like your worship, I am come, to craue the peace of your worship. Of mee knaue? peace of mee, knaue? did I e're hurt thee? or threaten thee? or wrong thee? ha? No, sir, but your worships warrant, for one that ha's wrong'd me, sir: his armes are at too much libertie, I would faine haue them bound to a treatie of peace, an' my credit could compasse it, with your worship. Thou goest farre inough about for't, I am sure. Why, doest thou goe in danger of thy life for him? friend? No sir; but I goe in danger of my death, euery houre, by his meanes: an' I die, within a twelue-moneth and a day, I may sweare, by the law of the land, that he kill'd me. How? how knaue? sweare he kill'd thee? and by the law? what pretence? what colour hast thou for that? Mary, and't please your worship, both black, and blew; colour inough, I warrant you. I haue it here, to shew your worship. What is he, that gaue you this, sirra? A gentleman, and a souldier, he saies he is, o'the citie here. A souldier o' the citie? What call you him? Captayne BOBADIL. BOBADIL? And why did he bob, and beate you, sirrah? How began the quarrell betwixt you? ha: speake truely knaue, I aduise you. Mary, indeed, and please your worship, onely because I spake against their vagrant tabacco, as I came by 'hem, when they were taking on't, for nothing else. Ha? you speake against tabacco? FORMALL, his name. What's your name, sirra? OLIVER, sir, OLIVER COB, sir. Tell OLIVER COB, he shall goe to the iayle, FORMALL. OLIVER COB, my master, Iustice CLEMENT, saies, you shall goe to the iayle. O, I beseech your worship, for gods sake, deare master Iustice. Nay, gods pretious: and such drunkards, and tankards, as you are, come to dispute of tabacco once; I haue done! away with him. O, good master Iustice, sweet old gentleman. Sweet OLIVER, would I could doe thee any good: Iustice CLEMENT, let me intreat you, sir. What? a thred-bare rascall! a begger! a slaue that neuer drunke out of better then pisse-pot mettle in his life! and he to depraue, and abuse the vertue of an herbe, so generally receiu'd in the courts of princes, the chambers of nobles, the bowers of sweet ladies, the cabbins of souldiers! ROGER, away with him, by gods pretious—I say, goe too.