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 unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Sir Owen Meredith is all this true? True, et is true I warrant her pogs on her too true. You told his Grace you had tamed your wife. By Cod is tell her a lie then, her wise has pridled & tamed her indeed: cozen marquis pecause Grissel is made fool and turn away, Gwenthian mag fool of sir owen: is good? ha, is good? 'tis lie cozen marquess, is terrible lie: rawsone en Ennoh Twewle, 'tis lie, 'tis lie, sit Owen tear her repatoes and ruffs, and pridle her Latie, & bid her hang herself, but is pridled I warrant her, is not Sir Owen? Adologg whee bethogh en Thlonigh, en Moyen due, Gwenthian. Ne vetho en Thlonigh, Gna watha gethla Tee. What says she sir Owen? I pray & pray her for cod's love be quiet, 'sploud her say her will not be quiet, do what Sir owen can: mon due Gwenthian, Me knock the pen, en umbleth, pobe des, and pobe nose. Gwenogh olcha vessagh whee, en herawgh, ee. Stand between them Farneze. You shall bob no nose here. En herawgh Ee? Me gravat the Legatee, athlan i'th' pendee, adroh ornymee on dictar, en hecar Ee. Doth she threaten you Sir Owen? bind her to the peace. By Cod is threaten her indeed, her says she'll scratch out Sir Owen's eyes, and her frown upon her, a pogs on her nails. Oh my dear Grissel, how much different Art thou to this cursed spirit here, I say My Grissel's virtues shine Sir Meredith. And Cousin Gwenthian come I'll have you friends, This dinner shall be saved, and all shall say, 'tis done, because 'tis Gwenthyan's fasting day. Gwenthian scorns to be friends, her Lady will be Master Sir owen. By Cod i'll see her Latie hanged first: cozen marquess & cozens awl, pray tag time & stay here, Rees shall dress more fittels, and shall dine her in spite of her Lady: Cod 'sploud Rees Rees. Will you? Is try that pie and pie: Stethe whee lawer, Cousin marquess Stethe whee lawer Shentlemen, Gwenthian is not pridled so soon. I'll see the peace kept sure, do what he can, I doubt his wife will prove the better man. signor Mario you say nothing, how like you this interlude? So well madam, that I rather with to play the beggar, than a kings part in it in Sir Owen's apparel. Why this it is to be married, thus you see those that go to woo, go to woe, oh for a Drum to summon all my lovers, my suitors, my servants together. I appear sweet mistress without summons. So does Onophrio. So does Urcenze. signor Emulo I see will not be seen without calling. No faith madam, he's blown up, no calling can serve him, he has ta'en another manner of calling upon him, and I hope repents the folly of his youth.
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Sir Owen Meredith is all this true? True, et is true I warrant her pogs on her too true. You tolde his Grace you had tam'd your wife. By Cod is tell her a lye then, her wise has pridled & tam'd her indeed: cozen Marquesse pecause Grissill is made foole and turne away, Gwenthian mag foole of sir owen: is good? ha, is good? Tis lye cozen Marguesse, is terrible lye: rawsone en Ennoh Twewle, tis lye, tis lye, sit Owen teare her repatoes and ruffes, and pridle her Latie, & bid her hang her selfe, but is pridled I warrant her, is not Sir Owen? Adologg whee bethogh en Thlonigh, en Moyen due, Gwenthian. Ne vetho en Thlonigh, Gna watha gethla Tee. What sayes she sir Owen? I pray & pray her for Cods loue be quiet, splude her say her will not be quiet, do what Sir owen can: mon due Gwenthian, Me knocke the pen, en vmbleth, pobe des, and pobe nose. Gwenogh olcha vessagh whee, en herawgh, ee. Stand betweene them Farneze. You shall bob no nose heere. En herawgh Ee? Me grauat the Legatee, athlan ith pendee▪ adroh ornymee on dictar, en hecar Ee. Doth she threaten you Sir Owen? binde her to the peace. By Cod is threaten her indeed, her saies shee'll scradge out Sir owens eyes, and her frowne vpon her, a pogs on her nailes. Oh my deare Grissill, how much different Art thou to this curst spirit heere, I say My Grissils vertues shine Sir Meredith. And Cozen Gwenthian come Ile haue you friends, This dinner shall be sau'd, and all shall say, Tis done, because tis Gwenthians fasting day. Gwenthian scawrnes to be fciendes, her Ladie will be Master Sir owen. By Cod ile see her Latie hang'd first: cozen Marquesse & cozens awl, pray tag time & stay heere, Rees shall dresse more fittels, and shall dine her in spite of her Ladie: Cod splude Rees Rees. Will you? Is try that pie and pie: Stethe whee lawer, Cozen Marguesse Stethe whee lawer Shentlemen, Gwenthian is not pridled so soone. Ile see the peace kept sure, doe what he can, I doubt his wife will prooue the better man. Signior Mario you say nothing, how like you this enterlude? So well Madame, that I rather with to play the begger, then a Kinges part in it in Sir Owens apparrell. Why this it is to be married, thus you see those that goe to wooe, goe to woe, oh for a Drum to summon all my louers, my suiters, my seruants together. I appeare sweet mistresse without summons. So does Onophrio. So does Vrcenze. Signior Emulo I see will not bee seene without calling. No faith Madame, he's blowne vp, no calling can serue him, hee has tane another manner of calling vpon him, and I hope repents the folly of his youth.