Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 2 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Come thouart an odd wench, hark, hark, music? nay then the Bride's up. Is she up? nay then I see she has been down: Lord ha mercy on us, we women fall and fall still, and when we have husbands we play upon them like Virginal jacks, they must rise and fall to our humours, or else they'll never get any good strains of music out of us; but come now, have at it for a maidenhead. Come knaves, night begins to be like myself, an old man; day plays the thief and steals upon us; O well done wenches, well done, well done, you have covered all the stony way to church with flowers, 'tis well, 'tis well, there's an emblem too, to be made out of these flowers and stones, but you are honest wenches, in, in, in. When we come to your years, we shall learn what honesty is, come pew-fellow. Is the music come yet? so much to do! Is't come? Come sir. Have the merry knaves pulled their fiddle cases over their instruments ears? As soon as ere they entered our gates, the noise went, before they came near the great Hall, the faint hearted villiacoes sounded at least thrice. Thou shouldst have revived them with a Cup of burnt wine and sugar; sirrah, you, horse-keeper, go, bid them curry their strings: Is my daughter up yet? Up sir? she was seen up an hour ago. she's an early stirrer, ah sirrah. she'll be a late stirrer soon at night sir. Go too Peter Flash, you have a good sudden flash of brain, your wits husky, and no marvel, for 'tis like one of our Comedians beards, stillith stubble: about your business, and look you be nimble to fly from the wine, or the nimble wine will catch you by the nose. If your wine play with my nose Sir, I'll knock's coxcomb. Do Peter, and wear it for thy labour; Is my Son in Law Sir Walter Terell ready yet? Ready sir. One of you attend him: Stay Flash, where's the note of the guests you have invited? Here Sir, I'll pull all your guests out of my bosom; the men that will come, I have crossed, but all the Gentlewomen have at the tail of the last letter a prick, because you may read them the better. My spectacles, light, light, knaves: Sir Adam Prickshaft, thou hast crossed him, he'll come. I had much ado sir, to draw Sir Adam Prickshaft home, because I told him 'twas early, but he'll come. justice Crop, what will he come? He took physic yesterday sir. Oh then Crop cannot come. O Lord yes, sir yes 'twas but to make more room in his Crop for your good cheer, Crop will come. Widow Mineuer. she's pricked you see sir, and will come. Sir Vaughan ap Rees, oh he's crossed twice, so, so, so, than all these Ladies, that fall downwards here, will come I see, and all these Gentlemen that stand right before them.
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Come th'art an odde wench, hark, harke, musicke? nay then the Bride's vp. Is she vp? nay then I see she has been downe: Lord ha mercy on vs, we women fall and fall still, and when we haue husbands we play vpon them like Virginall Iackes, they must ryse and fall to our humours, or else they'l neuer get any good straines of musicke out of vs; but come now, haue at it for a mayden-head. Come knaues, night begins to be like my selfe, an olde man; day playes the theefe and steales vpon vs; O well done wenches, well done, well done, you haue couered all the stony way to church with flowers, tis well, tis well, ther's an Embleame too, to be made out of these flowers and stones, but you are honest wenches, in, in, in. When we come to your yeares, we shal learne what honesty is, come pew-fellow. Is the musicke come yet? so much to do! Ist come? Come sir. Haue the merry knaues pul'd their fiddle cases ouer their instruments eares? As soone as ere they entred our gates, the noyse went, before they came nere the great Hall, the faint hearted villiacoes sounded at least thrice. Thou shouldst haue reuiu'd them with a Cup of burnt wine and sugar; sirra, you, horse-keeper, goe, bid them curry theyr strings: Is my daughter vp yet? Vp sir? she was seene vp an houre a goe. Shee's an early sturrer, ah sirra. Shee'l be a late sturrer soone at night sir. Goe too Peeter Flash, you haue a good sodaine flash of braine, your wittes husky, and no maruaile, for tis like one of our Comedians beards, stillith stubble: about your busines, and looke you be nymble to flye from the wine, or the nymble wine will catch you by the nose. If your wine play with my nose Sir, Ile knocke's coxcombe. Doe Peeter, and weare it for thy labour; Is my Sonne in Law Sir Walter Terell ready yet? Ready sir. One of you attend him: Stay Flash, where's the note of the guestes you haue inuited? Here Sir, Ile pull all your guestes out of my bosome; the men that will come, I haue crost, but all the Gentlewomen haue at the tayle of the last letter a pricke, because you may read them the better. My spectacles, lyght, lyght, knaues: Sir Adam Prickshaft, thou hast crost him, heele come. I had much a doe sir, to draw Sir Adam Prickeshaft home, because I tolde him twas early, but heele come. Iustice Crop, what will he come? He tooke phisicke yesterday sir. Oh then Crop cannot come. O Lord yes, sir yes 'twas but to make more roome in his Crop for your good cheare, Crop will come. Widdow Mneuer. Shee's prickt you see sir, and will come. Sir Vaughan ap Rees, oh hees crost twise, so, so, so, then all these Ladyes, that fall downewardes heere, will come I see, and all these Gentlemen that stand right before them.