Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 17 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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
No Sir, my petition runs thus, that your worship would thrust me out of doors, and that I may follow Sir Vaughan. I can tell you Master Flash, and you follow me I go very fast, I think in my conscience, I am one of the lightest knights in England. It's no matter Sir, the Flashes have ever been known to be quick and light enough. Sir Vaughan, he shall follow you, he shall dog you good Sir Vaughan. Why then Peter Flash I will set my four marks a year, and a blue coat upon you. God a mercy to your worship, I hope you shall never repent for me. You bear the face of an honest man, for you blush passing well Peter, I will quench the flame out of your name, and you shall be christened Peter Salamander. The name's too good for me, I thank your worship. Are you come Master Horace, you sent me the Copy of your letters countenance, and I did write and read it; your wits truly have done very valiantly: 'tis a good inditements, you ha' put in enough for her ha' you not? According to my instructions. 'tis passing well, I pray Master Horace walk a little beside yourself, I will turn upon you incontinent. What Gentleman is this in the Mandilian, a soldier? No, though he has a very bad face for a soldier, yet he has as desperate a wit as ever any Scholar went to cuffs for; 'tis a Sentleman Poet, he has made rhymes called Thalamimums, for M. Pridegroom, on urd widow. Is this he? welcome Sir, you name? pray you walk not so stately, but be acquainted with me boldly; your name Sir? Quintus, Horacius, Flaccus. Good Master Flappus welcome. Mistress Miniver, one vrde in your corner here; I desire you to break my arms here, and read this Paper, you shall feel my minds and affections in it, at full and at large. I'll receive no Love libels pardie, but by word a mouth. By Sesu 'tis no libel, for here is my hand to it. I'll ha' no hand in it Sir Vaughan, I'll not deal with you. Why then widow, I'll tell you by word a mouth my devices. Your devices come not near my mouth Sir Vaughan pardie, I was upon a time in the way to marriage, but now I am turned a t'other side, I ha' sworn to lead a single and simple life. She has answered you Sir Vaughan. 'tis true, but at wrong weapons Sir Adam; will you be an Ass Mistress Minivers? If I be you shall not ride me. A simple life! by Sesu 'tis the life of a fool, a simple life! How now Sir Vaughan? My brains has a little fine qualm come under it, and therefore Sir Adam, and Sir Quintilian, and mistress Miniver caps God bye. Good Sir Vaughan.
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No Sir, my petition runs thus, that your worshippe would thrust mee out of doores, and that I may follow Sir Vaughan. I can tell you Master Flash, and you follow mee I goe verie fast, I thinke in my conscience, I am one of the lightest knights in England. It's no matter Sir, the Flashes haue euer bin knowne to be quicke and light enough. Sir Vaughan, he shal follow you, he shall dog you good Sir Vaughan. Why then Peter Flash I will set my foure markes a yeare, and a blew coate vpon you. God a mercy to your worship, I hope you shall neuer repent for me. You beare the face of an honest man, for you blush passing well Peter, I will quench the flame out of your name, and you shall be christned Peter Salamander. The name's too good for me, I thanke your worship. Are you come Master Horace, you sent mee the Coppie of your letters countenance, and I did write and read it; your wittes truelie haue done verie valliantlie: tis a good inditements, you ha put in enough for her ha you not? According to my instructions. Tis passing well, I pray Master Horace walke a little beside your selfe, I will turne vpon you incontinent. VVhat Gentleman is this in the Mandilian, a soldyer? No, tho he has a very bad face for a souldier, yet he has as desperate a wit as euer any Scholler went to cuffes for; tis a Sentleman Poet, he has made rimes called Thalamimums, for M. Pridegroome, on vrd widdow. Is this he? welcome Sir, you name? pray you walke not so statelie, but be acquainted with me boldlie; your name Sir? Quintus, Horacius, Flaccus. Good Master Flappus welcome. Mistris Miniuer, one vrde in your corner heere; I desire you to breake my armes heere, and read this Paper, you shall feele my mindes and affections in it, at full and at large. Iletreceiue no Loue libels perdy, but by word a mouth. By Sesu tis no libell, for heere is my hand to it. Ile ha no hand in it Sir Vaughan, Ile not deale with you. Why then widdow, Ile tell you by word a mouth my deuices. Your deuices come not neere my mouth Sir Vaughan perdy, I was vpon a time in the way to marriage, but now I am turn'd a tother side, I ha sworne to leade a single and simple life. She has answer'd you Sir Vaughan. Tis true, but at wrong weapons Sir Adam; will you be an Asse Mistris Miniuers? If I be you shall not ride me. A simple life! by Sesu tis the life of a foole, a simple life! How now Sir Vaughan? My braines has a little fine quawme come vnder it, and therefore Sir Adam, and Sir Quintilian, and mistris Miniuer caps God bo'y. Good Sir Vaughan.