Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Peace be with you Sir. I marvel I hear not of Mr Broome: he sent me word to stay within: I like his money well. Oh, here be comes. Bless you Sir. Now M. Broome, you come to know What hath passed between me, and Fords wife. That indeed (Sir Iohn) is my business. M. Broome I will not lie to you, I was at her house the hour she appointed me. And sped you Sir? very illfavouredly M. Broome. How so sir, did she change her determination? No (M. Broome) but the peaking Curnuto her husband (M. Broome) dwelling in a continual alarm of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, & (as it were) spoke the prologue of our Comedy: and at his heels, a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and (forsooth) to search his house for his wives Love.. What? While you were there? While I was there. And did he search for you, & could not find you? You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes in one Mist. Page gives intelligence of Fords approach: and in her invention, and Fords wives distraction, they conveyed me into a bucke-basket. A Buck-basket? Yes: a Buck-basket: rammed me in with foul Shirts and Smocks, Socks, foul Stockings, greasy Napkins, that (Master Broome) there was the rankest compound of villainous smell, that ever offended nostril. And how long lay you there? Nay, you shall hear (Master Broome) what I haue suffered, to bring this woman to evil, for your good: Being thus crammed in the Basket, a couple of Fords knaves, his Hinds, were called forth by their Mistress, to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders: met the jealous knave their Master in the door; who asked them once or twice what they had in their Basket? I quaked for fear lest the Lunatic Knave would have searched it: but Fate (ordaining he should be a Cuckold) held his hand: well, on went he, for a search, and away went I for foul clothes: But mark the sequel (Master Broome) I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: First, an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten Bell-wether: Next to be compassed like a good Bilbo in the circumference of a Peck, hilt to point, he'll to head. And then to be stopped in like a strong distillation with stinking clothes, that fretted in their own grease: think of that, a man of my Kidney; think of that, that am as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution, and thaw: it was a miracle to scape suffocation. And in the height of this Bath (when I was more than half stewed in grease (like a Dutchdish) to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing-hot, in that serge like a Horse-shoe; think of that; hissing hot: think of that (Master Broome.)
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Peace be with you Sir. I meruaile I heare not of Mr Broome: he ſent me word to ſtay within: I like his money well. Oh, heere be comes. Bleſſe you Sir. Now M. Broome, you come to know What hath paſt betweene me, and Fords wife. That indeed (Sir Iohn) is my buſineſſe. M. Broome I will not lye to you, I was at her houſe the houre ſhe appointed me. And ſped you Sir? very ill-fauouredly M. Broome. How ſo ſir, did ſhe change her determination? No (M. Broome) but the peaking Curnuto her huſband (M. Broome) dwelling in a continual larum of ielouſie, coms me in the inſtant of our encounter, after we had embraſt, kiſt, proteſted, & (as it were) ſpoke the prologue of our Comedy: and at his heeles, a rabble of his companions, thither prouoked and inſtigated by his diſtemper, and (forſooth) to ſerch his houſe for his wiues Loue. What? While you were there? While I was there. And did he ſearch for you, & could not find you? You ſhall heare. As good lucke would haue it, comes in one Miſt. Page▪ giues intelligence of Fords approch: and in her inuention, and Fords wiues diſtraction, they conuey'd me into a bucke-basket. A Buck-basket? Yes: a Buck-basket: ram'd mee in with foule Shirts and Smockes, Socks, foule Stockings, greaſie Napkins, that (Maſter Broome) there was the rankeſt compound of villanous ſmell, that euer offended noſtrill. And how long lay you there? Nay, you ſhall heare (Maſter Broome) what I hau ſufferd, to bring this woman to euill, for your good: Being thus cram'd in the Basket, a couple of Fords knaues, his Hindes, were cald forth by their Miſtris, to carry mee in the name of foule Cloathes to Datchet-lane: they tooke me on their ſhoulders: met the iealous knaue their Maſter in the doore; who ask'd them once or twice what they had in their Baſket? I quak'd for feare leaſt the Lunatique Knaue would haue ſearch'd it: but Fate (ordaining he ſhould be a Cuckold) held his hand: well, on went hee, for a ſearch, and away went I for foule Cloathes: But marke the ſequell (Maſter Broome) I ſuffered the pangs of three ſeuerall deaths: Firſt, an intollerable fright, to be detected with a iealious rotten Bell-weather: Next to be compaſs'd like a good Bilbo in the circumference of a Pecke, hilt to point, heele to head. And then to be ſtopt in like a ſtrong diſtillation with ſtinking Cloathes, that fretted in their owne greaſe: thinke of that, a man of my Kidney; thinke of that, that am as ſubiect to heate as butter; a man of continuall diſſolution, and thaw: it was a miracle to ſcape ſuffocation. And in the height of this Bath (when I was more then halfe ſtew'd in greaſe (like a Dutchdiſh) to be throwne into the Thames, and coold, glowing-hot, in that ſerge like a Horſeſhoo; thinke of that; hiſſing hot: thinke of that (Maſter Broome.)