2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 4 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.76 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
An honest Customer Requested me, to drink a pint of wine. Bones a me, must your crimson throat Be scoured with wine? your master's glad of beer: But youle die banquerouts, knaues, and ban querouts all. And where have you been? At breakfast with a Dagger pie sir. A Dagger Pie! ud's daggers death, these knaves Set cock a hope, but Hobson pays for all. But bones a me, knaves either mend your manners. Leave Alehouses, taverns, and the tippling mates, Your Punks, and cockatrices, or i'll clap ye Close up in Bride well, bones of me I'll do't, Beseech you sir, pardon this first offence. First, bones a God, why 'tis your common course, And you must needs be gusling, go by turns, One to the Alehouse, and two keep the shop. It shall be done sir, how much ware you'd you have? Five pounds worth in such Commodities, as I bespoke last night. They are ready sorted. God bless you M. Hobson. Bones a god, knave, thouart welcome what's the news At bawdy Barnewell, and at Sturbridge Fair? What, have your London wenches any trading? After the old sort sir, they visit the tollbooth, and the bullring still. Good girls, they do their kind, what your packs empty? Good news, a sign you bring your purses full, And bones a God, full purses must be welcome: Sort out their wares: welcome's your due: Pay the old debt, and pen and ink for new. We have for you sir, as white as bears teeth. Bones a god, knaves you are welcome, but what news? What news i'the Country? what Commodities Are most respected with your country Girls? Faith sir, our Country girls are a kin to your London Courtiers, every month sick of a new fashion, the horning busk and silken bride-laces are in good request with the Parsons wife, your huge poking stick, and french periwig, with Chambermaids, and waiting-gentlewomen, now your Puritans poker is not so huge, but somewhat longer, a long slender poking stick is the all in all with your Suffolk Puritan, your silkband, half farthingales, and changeable Foreparts are common, not a wench of thirteen but wears a changeable forepart. An ancient wearing: there's some changeable stuff Has been a wear with women, time out of mind. Besides sir, many of our young married men, have ta'en an order to wear yellow Garters, Points, & shoe-tyings, and us thought, yellow will grow a custom. T'as been used long at London. And 'tis thought 'twill come in request in the Country too, 'tis a fashion, that three or four young wenches have promised me their husbands shall wear, or they'll miss of their marks: than your mask, silk-lace, wash't Gloves, carnation girdles, and busk-point suitable, as common as Coals from Newcastle, you shall not have a Kitchenmaid scrape trenchers without her wash't Gloves, a dairy-wench will not ride to market to sell her Buttermilk, without her mask and her busk.
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An honest Customer Requested me, to drinke a pint of wine. Bones a me, must your crimson throat Be scowr'd with wine? your master's glad of beere: But youle die banquerouts, knaues, and ban querouts all. And where haue you beene? At breakfast with a Dagger pie sir. A Dagger Pie! vd's daggers death, these knaues Set cocke a hope, but Hobson payes for all. But bones a me, knaues either mend your manners. Leaue Alehouses, tauernes, and the tipling mates, Your Punkes, and cocatrices, or ile clappe ye Close vp in Bride well, bones of me ile doo't, Beseech you sir, pardon this first offence. First, bones a God, why tis your common course, And you must needes be gusling, goe by turnes, One to the Alehouse, and two keepe the shop. It shall be done sir, how much ware yould you haue? Fiue pounds worth in such Commodities, as I bespoke last night. They are readie sorted. God blesse you M. Hobson. Bones a god, knaue, th'art welcome what's the newes At bawdie Barnewell, and at Sturbridge Fayre? What, haue your London wenches any trading? After the old sort sir, they visite the Toulebooth, and the Bulring still. Good girles, they doe their kinde, what your packes emptie? Good newes, a signe you bring your purses full, And bones a God, full purses must be welcome: Sort out their wares: welcome's your due: Pay the old debt, and penne and incke for newe. VVe haue for you sir, as white as Beares teeth. Bones a god, knaues you are welcome, but what newes? VVhat newes i'the Countrey? what Commodities Are most respected with your countrie Girles? Faith sir, our Countrey girles are a kin to your London Courtiers, euery month sicke of a new fashion, the horning buske and silken bridelaces are in good request with the Parsons wife, your huge poking sticke, and french perewig, with Chamber-maides, and waiting-gentlewomen, now your Puritans poker is not so huge, but somewhat longer, a long slender poking sticke is the all in all with your Suffolke Puritane, your silkband, halfe farthingales, and changeable Fore-parts are common, not a wench of thirteene but weares a changeable forepart. An ancient wearing: ther's some changeable stuffe Has beene a weare with women, time out of minde. Besides sir, mauy of our yong married men, haue tane an order to weare yellow Garters, Points, & Shootyings, and us thought, yellow will grow a custome. T'as beene vsde long at London. And tis thought t'will come in request in the Countrey too, t'is a fashion, that three or foure yong wenches haue promis'd me their husbands shall weare, or theyle misse of their markes: then your maske, silke-lace, wash't Gloues, carnation girdles, and buske-point sutable, as common as Coales from New-castle, you shall not haue a Kitchin-maide scrape trenchets without her wash't Gloues, a Darie-wench will not ride to market to sell her Butter-milke, without her maske and her buske.