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 · 488 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.
Why then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead man. What a woman are you? Away with him, away with him; Better shame, than murder. Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again? No, I'll come no more i'th' Basket. May I not go out ere he come? Alas: three of Master Fords brothers watch the door with Pistols, that none shall issue out: otherwise you might slip away ere he came: But what make you here? What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney. There they always use to discharge their Birding-peece: creep into the Kill-hole. Where is it? He will seek there on my word; neither press, Coffer, Chest, trunk, Well, Vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes to them by his Note; There is no hiding you in the house. I'll go out then: If you go out in your own semblance, you die Sir John, unless you go out disguised. How might we disguise him? Alas the day I know not, there is no woman's gown big enough for him: otherwise he Might put on a hat, a muffler, and kerchief, and so escape. Good hearts, devise something; any extremity, rather than a mischief. My maid's Aunt the fat woman of Brainford, has a gown above. On my word it will serve him: she's as big as he is; and there's her thrummed hat, and her muffler▪ too: run up Sir John. Go, go, sweet Sir Iohn: Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head. Quick, quick, we'll come dress you strait: put on the gown the while. I would my husband would meet him in this shape; he cannot abide the old woman of Brainford; he swears she's a witch, forbade her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards. But is my husband coming? I in good sadness is he, and talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence. we'll try that: for i'll appoint my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as they did last time. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let go dress him like the witch of Brainford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall do with the basket: go up, i'll bring linen for him strait. Hang him dishonst Varlet, We cannot misuse enough: Well leave a proof by that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not act that often, jest, and laugh, 'Tis old, but true, Still Swine eats all the draugh. Go Sirs, take the bas basket again on your shoulders: your Master is hard at door: if he bid you set it down, obey him▪ quickly, dispatch.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why then you are vtterly ſham'd, and hee's but a dead man. What a woman are you? Away with him, away with him; Better ſhame, then murther. Which way ſhould he goe? How ſhould I beſtow him? Shall I put him into the basket againe? No, Ile come no more i'th Basket. May I not goe out ere he come? Alas: three of Maſter Fords brothers watch the doore with Piſtols, that none ſhall iſſue out: otherwiſe you might ſlip away ere hee came: But what make you heere? What ſhall I doe? Ile creepe vp into the chimney. There they alwayes vſe to diſcharge their Birding-peece: creepe into the Kill▪hole. Where is it? Hee will ſeeke there on my word; Neyther Preſſe, Coffer, Cheſt, Trunke, Well, Vault, but hee hath an abſtract for the remembrance of ſuch places, and goes to them by his Note; There is no hiding you in the houſe. Ile goe out then: If you goe out in your owne ſemblance, you die Sir Iohn, vnleſſe you go out diſguis'd. How might we diſguiſe him? Alas the day I know not, there is no womans gowne bigge enough for him: otherwiſe he Might put on a hat, a muffler, and kerchiefe, and ſo eſcape. Good hearts, diuiſe ſomething; any extremitie, rather then a miſchiefe. My Maids Aunt the fat woman of Brainford, has a gowne aboue. On my word it will ſerue him: ſhee's as big as he is; and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler▪ too: run vp Sir Iohn. Go, go, ſweet Sir Iohn: Miſtris Page and I will looke ſome linnen for your head. Quicke, quicke, wee'le come dreſſe you ſtraight: put on the gowne the while. I would my husband would meete him in this ſhape; he cannot abide the old woman of Brainford; hee ſweares ſhe's a witch, forbad her my houſe, and hath threatned to beate her. Heauen guide him to thy husbands cudgell; and the diuell guide his cudgell afterwards. But is my husband comming? I in good ſadneſſe is hee, and talkes of the basket too, howſoeuer he hath had intelligence. Wee'l try that: for ile appoint my men to carry the basket againe, to meete him at the doore with it, as they did laſt time. Nay, but hee'l be heere preſently: let goe dreſſe him like the witch of Brainford. Ile firſt direct my men, what they ſhall doe with the basket: Goe vp, ile bring linnen for him ſtraight. Hang him diſhonſt Varlet, We cannot miſuſe enough: Well leaue a proofe by that which we will doe, Wiues may be merry, and yet honeſt too: We do not acte that often, ieſt, and laugh, 'Tis old, but true, Still Swine eats all the draugh. Go Sirs, take the bas basket againe on your ſhoulders: your Maſter is hard at doore: if he bid you ſet it downe, obey him▪ quickly, diſpatch.