Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.80 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
ay, ay, youare best take me up for your foul: are not you he, that came speaking so? to Grissel here, do you remember how I knocked you once for offering to have a lick at her lips. I do remember it and for thy pains, A golden recompense i'll give to thee. Why do, and i'll knock you as often as you list. Grissel this merry fellow shall be mine, But we forget ourselves, the day grows old. Come Lords cheer up your looks & with fair smiles, Grace our intended nuptials: time may come, When all commanding love your hearts subdue, The marquis may perform as much for you. Rice how now man? whether art u galloping? Faith even to find a full manger: my teeth water till I be munching, I have been at the Cutlers, to bid him bring away Sir Owen's rapier, and I am ambling home thus fast, for fear I am driven to fast. But Sirrah Rice, when's the day? will not thy master Sir Owen and signor Emulo fight? No, for signor Emulo has warned my Master to the court of Conscience, and there's an order set down, that the coward shall pay my Master good words weekly, till the debt of his choler be run out. Excellent, but did not Emulo write a challenge to Sir Owen. No he sent a terrible one, but he gave a sexton of a church a groat to write it, and he set his mark to it, for the gull can neither write nor read. Ha ha, not write and read? why I have seen him pull out a bundle of sonnets written, & read them to Ladies. He got them by heart Urcenze, & so deceived the poor souls: as a gallant whom I know, cozens others: for my brisk spangled baby will come into a stationer's shop, call for a stool and a cushion, and then asking for some greek Poet, to him he falls, and there he grumbles God knows what, but I'll be sworn he knows not so much as one Character of the tongue. Why then it's greek to him. Ha, ha, Emulo not write and read? Not a letter and you would hang him. Then he'll never be saved by his book. No nor by his good works, for he'll do none. Signiors both, I commend you to the skies, I commit you to God, adieu. Nay sweet Rice a little more, A little more will make me a great deal less, house keeping you know is out of fashion: unless I ride post, I kiss the post: in a word i'll tell you all, challenge was sent, answered no fight, no kill, all friends, all fools, Emulo coward, Sir Owen brave man, farewell, dinner, hungry: little cheer, great great stomach, meat meat, meat, mouth, mouth, mouth, adieu, adieu, adieu. Ha, ha, adieu Rice, Sir Owen belike keeps a lean Kitchen.
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I, I, y'eare best take mee vp for your foule: are not you he, that came speaking so? to Grissill héere, doe you remember how I knockt you once for offering to haue a licke at her lips. I doe remember it and for thy paines, A golden recompence ile giue to thée. Why doe, and ile knock you as often as you list. Grissill this merrie fellow shall be mine, But we forget our selues, the daie growes olde. Come Lords cheare vp your lookes & with faire smiles, Grace our intended nuptials: time may come, When all commaunding loue your hearts subdue, The Marquesse may performe as much for you. Rice how now man? whether art yu gallopping? Faith euen to finde a full maunger: my téeth water till I be mounching, I haue bin at the Cutlers, to bid him bring away Sir Owens rapier, and I am ambling home thus fast, for feare I am driuen to fast. But Sirha Rice, when's the day? will not thy master Sir Owen and Signior Emulo fight? No, for Signior Emulo has warn'd my Master to the court of Conscience, and theres an order set downe, that the coward shall pay my Master good words weekelie, till the debt of his choller be runne out. Excellent, but did not Emulo write a challenge to Sir Owen. No he sent a terrible one, but hee gaue a sexton of a Chuch a groate to write it, and hee set his marke to it, for the gull can neither write nor reade. Ha ha, not write and reade? why I haue séene him pul out a bundle of sonnets writen, & read them to Ladies. He got thē by heart Vrcenze, & so deceiu'd the poor soules: as a gallant whome I know, cozens others: for my briske spāgled babie wil come into a Stationers shop, call for a stoole and a cushion, and then asking for some greeke Poet, to him he falles, and there he grumbles God knowes what, but Ile be sworne he knowes not so much as one Character of the tongue. Why then its greeke to him. Ha, ha, Emulo not write and read? Not a letter and you would hang him. Then heele neuer be saued by his book. No nor by his good workes, for heele doe none. Signiors both, I commend you to the skies, I commit you to God, adew. Nay sweet Rice a little more, A little more will make me a great deale lesse, house keeping you know is out of fashion: vnlesse I ride post, I kisse the post: in a worde ile tell you all, challenge was sent, answered no fight, no kill, all friends, all fooles,Emulo coward, Sir Owen braue man, farewell, dinner, hungrie: little cheare, great great stomacke, meate meat, meate, mouth, mouth, mouth, adue, adue, adue. Ha, ha, adue Rice, Sir Owen belike kéepes a leane Kitchin.