Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 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.
I marvel I hear not of Master Broome; he sent me word to stay within; I like his money well: Oh, here he comes. Bless you Sir. Now M. Broome, you come to know What hath passed between me, and Fords wife. That indeed (Sir John) 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 ill favouredly M. Broome. How so sir, did she change her determination? No (M. Broome) but the peaking Curnuio her husband (M. Broome) dwelling in a continnal alarm of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and (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 Loue. What? While you were there? While I was there. And did he search for you, and 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 have 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 Bellweather: 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 scapesuffocation. 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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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I meruaile I heare not of Maſter Broome; he ſent me word to ſtay within; I like his money well: Oh, heere he 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 Curnuio her huſband (M. Broome) dwelling in a continnall larum of ielouſie, comes me in the inſtant of our encounter, after wee had embraſt, kiſt, proteſted, and (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 ſearch his houſe for his wiues Loue. What? While you were there? While I was there. And did he ſearch for you, and could not find you? You ſhall heare. As good lucke would haue it, comes in one Miſt. Page, giues intelligence of Fords approach: 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 haue ſuffered, to bring this woman to euill, for your good: Being thus cram'd in the Basket, 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 mee on their ſhoulders met the iealous knaue their Maſter in the doore; who asked them once or twice what they had in their Baſket? I quak'd for feare leſt the Lunatique Knaue would haue ſearch'd it: but Fate (ordaining hee ſhould bee 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 bee detected with a iealious rotten Bell▪ weather: Next to bee compaſs'd like a good Bilbo in the circumference of a Pecke, hilt to point, heele to▪ head. And then to bee 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 ſcapeſuffocation. And in the height of this Bath (when I was more then halfe ſtew'd in greaſe (like a Dutchdiſh) to bee throwne into the Thames, and coold, glowing hot, in that ſerge like a Horſeſhoo; thinke of that; hiſſing hot: thinke of that (Maſter Broome.)