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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Come, come, take it up. Pray heaven it be not full of Knight again. I hope not, I had lief as bear so much lead. I, but if it prove true (Mr. Page) have you any way then to vnfoole me again. Set down the basket villain: some body call my wife: Youth in a basket: Oh you Panderly Rascals, there's a knot: a gin, a pack, a conspiracy against me: Now shall the devil be shamed. What wife I say: Come, come forth: behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching. Why, this passes M. Ford: you are not to go lose any longer, you must be pinioned. Why, this is Lunatics: this is mad, as a mad dog. Indeed M. Ford, thy is not well indeed. So say I too Sir, come hither Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband: I suspect without cause (Mistress) do I? Heaven be my witness you do, if you suspect me in any dishonesty. Well said Brazon-face, hold it out: Come forth sirrah. This passes. Are you not ashamed, let the clothes alone. I shall find you anon. 'Tis unreasonable; will you take up your wife's clothes? Come, away. Empty the basket I say. Why man, why? Master Page, as I am a man, there was one conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket: why may not he be there again, in my house I am sure he is: my Intelligence is true, my jealousy is reasonable, pluck me out all the linen. If you find a man there, he shall dye a Fleas death. here's no man. By my fidelity this is not well Mr. Ford: This wrongs you. Mr Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies. Well, he's not here I seek for. No, nor no where else but in your brain. Help to search my house this one time: if I find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity: Let me for ever be your Table-sport: Let them say of me, as jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow Walnut for his wife's Leman. Satisfy me once more, once more search with me. What hoa (Mistress Page,) come you and the old woman down: my husband will come into the Chamber. Old woman? what old woman's that? Why it is my maid's Aunt of Brainford. A witch, a Quean, an old cozening quean: Have I not forbid her my house. She comes of errands does she? We are simple men, we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of Fortune-telling. She works by Charms, by Spells, by th' Figure, & such dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: we know nothing. Come down you Witch, you Hag you, come down I say.
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Come, come, take it vp. Pray heauen it be not full of Knight againe. I hope not, I had liefe as beare ſo much lead. I, but if it proue true (Mr. Page) haue you any way then to vnfoole me againe. Set downe the basket villaine: ſome body call my wife: Youth in a basket: Oh you Panderly Raſcals, there's a knot: a gin, a packe, a conſpiracie againſt me: Now ſhall the diuel be ſham'd. What wife I ſay: Come, come forth: behold what honeſt cloathes you ſend forth to bleaching. Why, this paſſes M. Ford: you are not to goe looſe any longer, you muſt be pinnion'd. Why, this is Lunaticks: this is madde, as a mad dogge. Indeed M. Ford, thi is not well indeed. So ſay I too Sir, come hither Miſtris Ford, Miſtris Ford, the honeſt woman, the modeſt wife, the vertuous creature, that hath the iealious foole to her husband: I ſuſpect without cauſe (Miſtris) do I? Heauen be my witneſſe you doe, if you ſuſpect me in any diſhoneſty. Well ſaid Brazon-face, hold it out: Come forth ſirrah. This paſſes. Are you not aſham'd, let the cloths alone. I ſhall finde you anon. 'Tis vnreaſonable; will you take vp your wiues cloathes? Come, away. Empty the basket I ſay. Why man, why? Maſter Page, as I am a man, there was one conuay'd out of my houſe yeſterday in this basket: why may not he be there againe, in my houſe I am ſure he is: my Intelligence is true, my iealouſie is reaſonable, pluck me out all the linnen. If you find a man there, he ſhall dye a Fleas death. Heer's no man. By my fidelity this is not well Mr. Ford: This wrongs you. Mr Ford, you muſt pray, and not follow the imaginations of your owne heart: this is iealouſies. Well, hee's not heere I ſeeke for. No, nor no where elſe but in your braine. Helpe to ſearch my houſe this one time: if I find not what I ſeeke, ſhew no colour for my extremity: Let me for euer be your Table-ſport: Let them ſay of me, as iealous as Ford, that ſearch'd a hollow Wall-nut for his wiues Lemman. Satisfie me once more, once more ſerch with me. What hoa (Miſtris Page,) come you and the old woman downe: my husband will come into the Chamber. Old woman? what old womans that? Why it is my maids Aunt of Brainford. A witch, a Queane, an olde couzening queane: Haue I not forbid her my houſe. She comes of errands do's ſhe? We are ſimple men, wee doe not know what's brought to paſſe vnder the profeſſion of Fortune-telling. She workes by Charmes, by Spels, by th' Figure, & ſuch dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: wee know nothing. Come downe you Witch, you Hagge you, come downe I ſay.