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 · 487 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.
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 (Master 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 sham'd-What wise I say: Come, come forth: behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching. Why, this passes Master Ford, you are not to go lose any longer, you must be pinioned. Why, this is lunatics: this is mad, as a mad dog. In deed Master Ford, this 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 Brazen-face, hold it out: Come forth sirrah. This passes. Are you not a shamed, 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 Master Ford: This wrongs you. Master 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, and such dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: we know nothing. Come down you Witch, you hag you, come down I say.
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)
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 (Maſter Page) haue you any way then to vnfoole mee 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 mee. Now ſhall the diuel be ſham'd-What wiſe I ſay: Come, come forth: behold what honeſt cloathes you ſend forth to bleaching. Why, this paſſes Maſter 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. In deed Maſter Ford, this 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 iealous foole to her husband: I ſuſpect without cauſe (Miſtris) do I? Heauen be my witneſſe you do, if you ſuſpect me in any diſhoneſty. Well ſaid Brazen-face, hold it out: Come forth ſirrah. This paſſes. Are you not a ſham'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 hee is; my Intelligence is true, my iealouſie is reaſonable, plucke mee out all the linnen. If you find a man there, hee ſhall dye a Fleas death. Heer's no man. By my fidelity this is not well Maſter Ford: This wrongs you. Maſter 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, and ſuch dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: wee know nothing. Come downe you Witch, you Hagge you, come downe I ſay.