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 · 478 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.
Dear master justice; Let me be beaten again, I have deserved it: but not the prison, I beseech you. Alas, poor OLIVER! ROGER, make him a warrant (he shall not go) I but fear the knave. Do not stink, sweet OLIVER, you shall not go, my master will give you a warrant. O, the Lord maintain his worship, his worthy worship. Away, dispatch him. How now, master Kno'well! In dumps? In dumps? Come, this becomes not. Sir, would I could not feel my cares— Your cares are nothing! they are like my cap, soon put on, and as soon put off. What? your son is old enough, to govern himself: let him run his course, it's the only way to make him a stayed man. If he were an unthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard, or a licentious liver, than you had reason; you had reason to take care: but, being none of these, mirth's my witness, an' I had twice so many cares, as you have, I'd drown them all in a cup of sack. Come, come, let's try it: I muse, your parcel of a soldier returns not all this while. WEll sister, I tell you true: and you'll find it so, in the end. Alas brother, what would you have me to do? I cannot help it: you see, my brother brings 'em in, here, they are his friends. His friends? his fiends. 'sblood, they do nothing but haunt him, up and down, like a sort of unlucky sprites, and tempt him to all manner of villainy, that can be thought of. Well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the devil with some of 'em; and 'twere not more for your husband's sake, than any thing else, I'd make the house too hot for the best on 'em: they should say, and swear, hell were broken loose, ere they went hence. But, by gods will, 'tis nobody's fault, but yours: for, an' you had done, as you might have done, they should have been parboiled, and baked too, every mother's son, ere they should ha' come in, ere a one of 'em. God's my life! did you ever hear the like? what a strange man is this! Could I keep out all them, think you? I should put myself, against half a dozen men? should I? Good faith, you'd mad the patientest body in the world, to hear you talk so, without any sense, or reason! servant (in troth) you are too prodigal Of your wit's treasure, thus to power it forth, Upon so mean a subject, as my worth? You say well, mistress; and I mean, as well. Heyday, here is stuff! O, now stand close: pray heaven, she can get him to read: He should do it, of his own natural impudency. Servant, what is this same, I pray you?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Deare master Iustice; Let mee bee beaten againe, I haue deseru'd it: but not the prison, I beseech you. Alas, poore OLIVER! ROGER, make him a warrant (hee shall not goe) I but feare the knaue. Doe not stinke, sweet OLIVER, you shall not goe, my master will giue you a warrant. O, the Lord maintayne his worship, his worthy worship. Away, dispatch him. How now, master KNO'WEL! In dumps? In dumps? Come, this becomes not. Sir, would I could not feele my cares— Your cares are nothing! they are like my cap, soone put on, and as soone put off. What? your sonne is old inough, to gouerne himselfe: let him runne his course, it's the onely way to make him a stay'd man. If he were an vnthrift, a ruffian, a drunkard, or a licentious liuer, then you had reason; you had reason to take care: but, being none of these, mirth's my witnesse, an' I had twise so many cares, as you haue, I'ld drowne them all in a cup of sacke. Come, come, let's trie it: I muse, your parcell of a souldier returnes not all this while. WEll sister, I tell you true: and you'll finde it so, in the end. Alas brother, what would you haue mee to doe? I cannot helpe it: you see, my brother brings 'hem in, here, they are his friends. His friends? his fiends. S'lud, they doe nothing but hant him, vp and downe, like a sort of vnluckie sprites, and tempt him to all manner of villanie, that can be thought of. Well, by this light, a little thing would make me play the deuill with some of 'hem; and 'twere not more for your husbands sake, then any thing else, I'ld make the house too hot for the best on hem: they should say, and sweare, hell were broken loose, e're they went hence. But, by gods will, 'tis no bodies fault, but yours: for, an' you had done, as you might haue done, they should haue beene perboyl'd, and bak'd too, euery mothers sonne, e're they should ha' come in, e're a one of 'hem. God's my life! did you euer heare the like? what a strange man is this! Could I keepe out all them, thinke you? I should put my selfe, against halfe a dozen men? should I? Good faith, you'ld mad the patient'st body in the world, to heare you talke so, without any sense, or reason! SEruant (in troth) you are too prodigall Of your wits treasure, thus to powre it forth, Vpon so meane a subiect, as my worth? You say well, mistris; and I meane, as well. Hoy-day, here is stuffe! O, now stand close: pray heauen, shee can get him to reade: He should doe it, of his owne naturall impudencie. Seruant, what is this same, I pray you?