Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 480 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.
Indeed I will, I'll speak what I can for you, But specially for M. Fenton: But specially of all for my Master. And indeed I will do what I can for them all three. Do you hear? when your M. comes take up this basket as you did before, and if your M. bid you set it down, obey him. I will forsooth. Sir Iohn welcome. What are you sure of your husband now? He is gone a birding sir Iohn, and I hope will not come home yet. God's body here is mistresses Page, Step behind the arras good sir Iohn. Mistress Ford, why woman your husband is in his old vain again, he's coming to search for your sweet heart, but I am glad he is not here. O God mistresses Page the knight is here, What shall I do? Why then you're undone woman, unless you make some means to shift him away. Alas I know no means, unless we put him in the basket again. No I'll come no more in the basket, I'll creep up into the chimney. There they use to discharge their Fowling pieces. Why then I'll go out of doors. Then your vndone, your but a dead man. For God's sake devise any extremity, Rather than a mischief. Alas I know not what means to make, If there were any woman's apparel would fit him, He might put on a gown and a muffler, And so escape. That's well remembered, my maid's Aunt Gillian of Brainford, hath a gown above. And she is altogether as fat as he. I that will serve him of my word. Come go with me sir Iohn, I'll help to dress you. Come for God sake, any thing. Come along I pray, you shall know the cause, How now whither go you? Ha whither go you? Set down the basket you ssave, You panderly rogue set it down. What is the reason that you use me thus? Come hither set down the basket, Mistress Ford the modest woman, Mistress Ford the virtuous woman, She that hath the jealous fool to her husband, I mistrust you without cause do I not? I Gods my record do you. And if you mistrust me in any ill sort. Well said brazen face, hold it out, You youth in a basket, come out here, Pull out the clothes, search. Ieshu plesse me, will you pull up your wives clothes? Fie M. Ford you are not to go abroad if you be in these fits. By so kad judge me, 'tis very necessary He were put in pethlem. M. Page, as I am an honest man M. Page, There was one conveyed out of my house here yesterday out of this basket, why may he not be here now? Come mistress Page, bring the old woman down. Old woman, what old woman?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Indeed I will, Ile speake what I can for you, But specially for M. Fenton: But specially of all for my Maister. And indeed I will do what I can for them all three. Do you heare? when your M. comes take vp this basket as you did before, and if your M. bid you set it downe, obey him. I will forsooth. Syr Iohn welcome. What are you sure of your husband now? He is gone a birding sir Iohn, and I hope will not come home yet. Gods body here is misteris Page, Step behind the arras good sir Iohn. Misteris Ford, why woman your husband is in his old vaine againe, hees comming to search for your sweet heart, but I am glad he is not here. O God misteris Page the knight is here, What shall I do? Why then you'r vndone woman, vnles you make some meanes to shift him away. Alas I know no meanes, vnlesse we put him in the basket againe. No Ile come no more in the basket, Ile creep vp into the chimney. There they vse to discharge their Fowling peeces. Why then Ile goe out of doores. Then your vndone, your but a dead man. For Gods sake deuise any extremitie, Rather then a mischiefe. Alas I know not what meanes to make, If there were any womans apparell would fit him, He might put on a gowne and a mufler, And so escape. Thats wel remembred, my maids Aunt Gillian of Brainford, hath a gowne aboue. And she is altogether as fat as he. I that will serue him of my word. Come goe with me sir Iohn, Ile helpe to dresse you. Come for God sake, any thing. Come along I pray, you shal know the cause, How now whither goe you? Ha whither go you? Set downe the basket you ssaue, You panderly rogue set it downe. What is the reason that you vse me thus? Come hither set downe the basket, Misteris Ford the modest woman, Misteris Ford the vertuous woman, She that hath the iealous foole to her husband, I mistrust you without cause do I not? I Gods my record do you. And if you mistrust me in any ill sort. Well sed brazen face, hold it out, You youth in a basket, come out here, Pull out the cloathes, search. Ieshu plesse me, will you pull vp your wiues cloathes? Fie M. Ford you are not to go abroad if you be in these fits. By so kad vdge me, tis verie necessarie He were put in pethlem. M. Page, as I am an honest man M. Page, There was one conueyd out of my house here yesterday out of this basket, why may he not be here now? Come mistris Page, bring the old womā downe. Old woman, what old woman?