Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 25 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Come, come, let's entice him by some good means, I'll labour to reclaim him to his wits. O now my daughter Katherine remembers me, Where art thou girl? heaven give me patience. Poor, poor Astrea, who blurs thy orient shine? Come yond's the Capitol of Iupiter, Lett's whip the Senate, else they will not leave To have their justice blasted with abuse Of flattering Sycophants. Come let's mount the Stars, Reverend antiquity go you in first— Dotage will follow. Then comes pale faced Lust— Next Sodom, than Gomorha, next poor I, By heaven my heart is burst with misery. I ha tell yow de very troth of the lagg jest, by gour your England Damosels are so fear, so vittie, so kit, by my troth she toss me wish vey she please der: but pre yow were is de Vench? Is dis de house? Ha is dis de house, pre yow tell me ha? It is, it is, and she is in the Inner Chamber: Boy call her forth. By gour den me must needs now sing, Ding, ding, a ding, Ding a, ding a, ding, For me am now at pleasure's spring. Ding a, ding, ding, ding a, ding a, ding a, ding, And a he da vench, da vench, da vench, Which must my bruling humour quench. Coma, coma, come. Now sweet, you kept your promise well last night. By gorshe give him much kind word already. Well to make thee amends, boy fetch us a quart of Canary Sack. Pry thee Mall entertain this French Gentleman. Sir you are very welcome to my Lodging. Me danck you, and first me kiss your finger, next me buss your lip, and last me clip your vast, and now foutra for de Vinifride. Sir Edward's Caterer passed by sir, you willed me to remember lemons. God's precious 'tis true: Boy go with me to Billingsgate. Mall I'll return straight. Will yow no Vin sir, he, he is gone purposely, by my troth most kind Gentleman. Fair Madame pray yow pity me, by Gour me languish for your love, me am a pouera French Gentleman, pray you show me your bedchamber. What mean you sir, by this strange passion? Nay noting, by Gour damosel, you be so fair, so admirably fair, flesh and blood cannot endure your countenance, me brule, and me brule, and yow ha' no compassion, by gour me and quite languish. Last night me go to bed, and me put de candle behind me, and by my troth me see clean torough me. Me and so dry, me put a cold plattre at my back, and my back melt de plattre quite, do so burn. pray you show me your bed Chambre, me will be secret constant: I love you unreasonably vell, unreasonably vell by gour. In faith you make me blush, what should I say? Say no, and take it: Or ark you one ting, Say neder yea nor no, but take it, and say noting.
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Come, come, lets intice him by some good meanes, Ile labour to reclaime him to his witts. O now my daughter Katherine remembers me, Where art thou girle? heauen giue me patience. Poore, poore Astrea, who blurs thy orient shine? Come yons the Capitoll of Iupiter, Letts whip the Senate, els they will not leaue To haue their Iustice blasted with abuse Of flattering Sycophants. Come lets mount the Starres, Reuerend antiquitie go you in first— Dotage will follow. Then comes pale fac'de Lust— Next Sodome, then Gomorha, next poore I, By heauen my heart is burst with miserie. I ha tell yow de very trote of the lagg Iest, by gor your England Damosells are so feere, so vittie, so kitt, by my trote shee tosse me wish vey shee please der: but pre yow were is de Vench? Is dis de house? Ha is dis de house, pre yow tell me ha? It is, it is, and shee is in the Inner Chamber: Boy call her foorth. By gor den me must needs now sing, Ding, ding, a ding, Ding a, ding a, ding, For me am now at pleasures spring. Ding a, ding, ding, ding a, ding a, ding a, ding, And a hee da vench, da vench, da vench, Which must my brling humor quench. Coma, coma, com. Now sweet, you kept your promise wel last night. By gorshe giue him much kind word already. Well to make thee amends, boy fetch vs a quart of Canary Sack. Pry thee Mall entertain this French Gentleman. Sir you are verie welcome to my Lodging. Me danck you, and first mee kisse your fingre, next mee busse your lip, and last mee clip your vaste, and now foutra for de Vinifride. Sir Edwards Caterer passed by sir, you wild me to remember Lemmons. Gods pretious tis true: Boy goe with me to Billings-gate. Mall I'le returne straight. Will yow no Vin sir, hee, he is gone purposely, by my trote most kind Gentleman. Faire Madame pree yow pittie mee, by Gor mee languish for your loue, me am a pouera French Ientleman, pree you shew me your bed-Chambre. What mean you sir, by this strange passion? Nay noting, by Gor damosell, you be so faer, so admirably feer, flesh and bloud cannot endure your countenance, mee brule, ang mee brule, ang yow ha no compassion, by gor me ang quite languish. Last night me goe to bedd, ang me put de candle behinde me, and by my trote me see cleane torough me. Me ang so drye, me put a cold plattre at my backe, and my back melt de plattre quite, do so burne. Pree you shew mee your bed Chambre, mee will be secrete constant: I loue you vnreasonably vell▪ vnreasonably vell by gor. In faith you make me blush, what should I say? Say no, ang take it: Or arke you one ting, Say neder yea nor no, but take it, ang say noting.