Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I pray you do it, we will tarry here: And let the eyes of every passenger Be satisfied, which may example be, How they commit so dreadful wickedness. And please your masterships the boy is dead. 'tis very strange, that having many wounds, So terrible, so ghastly, which is more, Having the hammer sticking in his head, That he should live and stir from Friday night, To Sunday morning, and even then depart, When that his masters mangled course were found, Bring him forth too, perchance the murderers May have their hearts touched with due remorse, Viewing their deeds of damned wickedness. Here is the Salter's man that sold the bag, My friend, how long since did you sell that bag? And vnto whom, if you remember i? I sold the bag good sir but yesterday, Unto a maid, I do not know her name. Nor where she dwells. No certainly. But what apparel had she on her back? I do not well remember what she wore, But if I saw her I should know her sure. Go round about to every neighbours house, And will them show their maids immediately: God grant we may find out the murderers. Bring forth such maids as are within your house. I have but one, i'll send her down to you. Is this the maid. No sir, this is not she. How many maids do dwell within this house? Her's near a woman here, except my wife. Whose house is this? An honest civil man's, called Master Merry, Who I dare be sworn, would never do so great a murder But you may ask here to for fashion sake. How now fair maid, dwells any here but you? Thou hast too true a face for such a deed. No gentle sir, my brother keeps no more. This is not she? No truly gentleman. This will not serve, we cannot find her out, Bring in those bodies, it grows towards night, God bring these damned murderers at length to light. Why go the neighbours round about the street To every house? what hast thou heard the cause? They go about with that same Salter's man, Of whom I bought the bag but yesterday, To see if he can know the maid again Which bought it, this I think the very cause. How were my senses overcome with fear, That I could not foresee this jeopardy: For had I brought the bag away with me, They had not had this means to find it out. Hide thee above lest that the Salter's man, Take notice of thee that thou art the maid, And by that knowledge we be all undone. That fear is past, I saw, I spoke with him, Yet he denies that I did buy the bag: Besides, the neighbours have no doubt of you, Saying you are an honest harmless man, And made inquiry here for fashion sake.
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I pray you do it, we will tarry heere: And let the eyes of euery passenger Be satisfied, which may example be, How they commit so dreadfull wickednesse. And please your maisterships the boy is dead. Tis very strange, that hauing many wounds, So terrible, so ghastlie, which is more, Hauing the hammer sticking in his head, That he should liue and stirre from Friday night, To Sunday morning, and euen then depart, When that his Maisters mangled course were found, Bring him foorth too, perchance the murtherers May haue their hearts touched with due remorse, Viewing their deeds of damned wickednesse. Here is the Salters man that solde the bag, My friend, how long since did you sell that bag? And vnto whom, if you remember i? I sould he bag good ir but yesterday, Vnto a maide, I do not know her name. Nor where she dwels. No certeinly. But what apparell had she on her back? I do not well remember what she wore, But if I saw her I should know her sure. Go round about to euery neighbors house, And will them shew their maides immediatly: God graunt we may finde out the murtherers. Bring forth such maides as are within your house. I haue but one, ile send her downe to you. Is this the maide. No sir, this is not she. How many maides do dwell within this house? Her's nere a woman here, except my wife. Whose house is this? An honest ciuill mans, cald Maister Merry, Who I dare be sworne, would neuer do so great a murther But you may aske heere to for fashion sake. How now faire maide, dwels any here but you? Thou hast too true a face for such a deed. No genle sir, my brother keepes no more. This is not she? No truly gentlemā. This will not serue, we cannot finde her out, Bring in those bodyes, it growes towards night, God bring these damn'd murtherers at length to light. Why go the neighbours round about the streete To euery house? what hast thou heard the cause? They go about with that same Salters man, Of whom I bought the bag but yesterday, To see if he can know the maide againe Which bought it, this I thinke the very cause. How were my sences ouercome with feare, That I could not foresee this ieopardy: For had I brought the bag away with me, They had not had this menes to finde it out. Hide thee aboue least hat the Salters man, Take notice of thee that thou art the maide, And by that knowledge we be all vndone. That feare is past, I sawe, I spake with him, Yet he denies that I did buy the bag: Besides, the neighbors haue no doubt of you, Saying you are an honest harmelesse man, And made enquirie heere for fashion sake.