Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 26 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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
comrade by Sesu call me comrade again, and i'll comrade ye about the sins and shoulders; 'ounds, what come you to smell out here? did you not dine and feed horribly well today at dinner, but you come to munch here, and give us winter-plums? I pray depart, go marse, marse, marse out a doors. Adieu Sir Eglamour, adieu Lutestring, curtain-rod, Goose-quill; here, give that full-nosed Skinker, these rhymes; & hark, I'll tag my Codpiece point with thy legs, spout-pot I'll empty thee. Dost threaten me? God's lid I'll bind thee to the good forbearing. Will you amble Hobby-horse, will you trot and amble? Raw Artichoke I shall sauce thee. I pray you Master Tucca, will you send me the five pound you borrowed on me; O you cannot hear now, but I'll make you hear me and feel me too in another place, to your shame I warrant you, thou shalt not coney-catch me for five pounds; he took it up Sir Vaughan in your name, he swore you sent for it to Mum withal, 'twas five pound in gold, as white as my kercher. 'ounds, five pound in my name to Mum about withal. ay, to Mum withal, but he plays mum-budget with me. Peter Salamander, tie up your great and your little sword, by Sesu I'll go sing him while 'tis hot, I'll beat five pound out of his leather pilch: Master Horace, let your wits inhabit in your right places; if I fall handsomely upon the Widow, I have some cousins Garman at Court, shall beget you the reversion of the Master of the king's Revels, or else be his Lord of Misrule now at Christmas: Come Ladies, whoreson Straggling Captain, I'll pound him. How now? what ail'st thou, that thou look'st so pale? Nay nothing, but I am afraid the Welsh Knight has given me nothing but purging Comfits: this Captain sticks pockily in my stomach; read this scroll, he says they're rhymes, and bid me give them you. rhymes 'tis a challenge sent to you. To me? He says here you divulged my Epigrams. And for that dares he challenge me? You see he dares but dare you answer him? I dare answer his challenge, by word of mouth, or by writing, but I scorn to meet him, I hope he and I are not Parallels. Dear Bubo, thou shalt answer him; our credits Lie pawned upon thy resolution, Thy valour must redeem them; charge thy spirits, To wait more close, and near thee: if he kill thee, I'll not survive; into one Lottery. We'll cast our fates; together live and die. Content, I owe God a death, and if he will make me pay't against my will, I'll say 'tis hard dealing. Did Apollo's Freeze gown watch man (boy, dost hear Turkey-cocks tail have an eye behind, lest the enemy assault our Rearward) on proceed Father Adam; did that same tyrannical-tongued ragamuffin Horace, turn baldpates out so naked?
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Cumrade by Sesu call me Cumrade againe, and ile Cumrade ye about the sinnes and shoulders; ownds, what come you to smell out heere? did you not dine and feede horribly well to day at dinner, but you come to munch here, and giue vs winter-plummes? I pray depart, goe marse, marse, marse out a doores. Adew Sir Eglamour, adew Lute-stringe, Curtin-rod, Goose-quill; heere, giue that full-nos'd Skinker, these rimes; & harke, Ile tagge my Codpeece point with thy legs, spout-pot Ile empty thee. Dost threaten mee? Gods lid Ile binde thee to the good forbearing. Will you amble Hobby-horse, will you trot and amble? Raw Artichocke I shall sauce thee. I pray you Master Tucca, will you send me the fiue pound you borrowed on me; O you cannot heare now, but Ile make you heare me and feele me too in another place, to your shame I warrant you, thou shalt not conny-catch mee for fiue pounds; he tooke it vp Sir Vaughan in your name, hee swore you sent for it to Mum withall, twas fiue pound in gold, as white as my kercher. Ownds, fiue pound in my name to Mum about withall. I, to Mum withall, but hee playes mum-budget with me. Peter Salamander, tye vp your great and your little sword, by Sesu Ile goe sing him while tis hot, Ile beate fiue pound out of his leather pilch: Master Horace, let your wittes inhabite in your right places; if I fall sansomely vpon th Widdow, I haue some cossens Garman at Court, shall beget you the reuersion of the Master of the Kings Reuels, or else be his Lord of Mis-rule nowe at Christmas: Come Ladyes, whoreson Stragling Captaine, Ile pound him. How now? what ail'st tho, that thou look't so paie? Nay noting, but I am afraide the Welsh Knight has giuen me nothing but purging Comfits: this Captaine▪ stickes pockily in my stomack; read this scroule, he saies they'r rimes, and bid me giue them you. Rimestis a challenge sent to you. To me? He saies heere you divulg'd my Epigrams. And for that dares he challenge me? You see he dares but dare you answer him? I date answer his challenge, by word of mouth, or by wrting, but I scorne to meete him, I hope he and I are no Paraels. Deere Bubo, thou shalt answere him; our credites Lye pawn'd vpon thy resolution, Thy vallor must redeeme them; charge thy spirits, To waite more clse, and neere thee: if he kill thee, Ile not suriue; into one Lottery. We'll cast our fates; together liue and dye. Content, I owe God a death, and if he will make mee pay't against my will, Ile say tis hard dealing. Did Apolloes Freeze gowne watch man (boy, dost heare Tukie-cokes tayle haue an eye behinde, least the enemieassault Rre-ward) on proceede Father Adam; did that same tiranicall-tongu'd rag-a-muffin Horace, turne baldpates out so naked?