2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 32 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Bones a me knave I cannot speak a word of French. Nor she of English, but als one; upon her Master, and what you cannot do in words, perform in dumb signs: What in your slippers come to take me napping! I'll give you what you come for instantly, And on the sudden make you so aghast, You will be glad to pardon what is passed. Madam, I cry you mercy for this wrong Done to your Ladyship, I did suspect you For a bad liver, but I see you clear, For which mistake, I do remain your servant. Gramercy monsieur. How, would you my grey Mare see? If it like your Ladyship, I came by water, and neither of Mares back, nor horse back. No, no point parla Francoi. No indeed Lady, my name is not Francis, your servant and Iohn Hobson. No point? No points; yes indeed Lady, I have points at my hose, though I go untrust. No point parla. I have no points in my parlour indeed, but I have a hundred pounds worth in my shop. Tush fear not lads, for he knows none of you, Do but buff out a little broken French, And he'll never take you to be Englishmen. We'll second the other, but manage it. Be patient I beseech you Gentlemen, Though you be officers, appointed here To search suspected places, as this is A most notorious filthy bawdy house, And carry all old rusty Fornicators Above the age of fifty unto prison, Yet know, this is an honest Gentleman. A search, and this a bawdy house! why Iohn, Bones a me knave, How comes this to pass? Measar man a moy. How, must you have money of me? I'll know wherefore first, by your leaves. Nay Master I would it were but a money matter, A Cage, or whipping-post, or so, 'tis worse: What an old man to chide his Prentice hence, As if he had some private business, And then himself get close unto his wench; Nay whip's all too good, had you found me so, There had been work enough, there had been news For England, and a whole twelve months chiding Of my good uncle. je vow strae sau Amise. How, must I go to prison for doing amiss? To prison? nay to whipping, I am sorry, And to my power I will entreat for you: Fie Master, fie. Bones a me Iohn, is not this a Lady? No by my troth Master, such as in the garden-allys, Ioane's as good as this French Lady. Is not this Gentlewoman a dealer? And hath she not a good commodity? Yes by my faith sir, I confess both. Hath she not aware? She hath, and at a reasonable reckoning. And may not then a chapman deal with her?
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Bones a me knaue I cannot speake a word of French. Nor she of English, but al's one; vpon her Master, and what you cannot doe in words, perfourme in dumbe signes: What in your slippers come to take me napping! Ile giue you what you come for instantly, And on the sudden make you so agast, You will be glad to pardon what is past. Madam, I crie you mercie for this wrong Done to your Ladyship, I did suspect you For a bad liuer, but I see you cleare, For which mistake, I doe remaine your seruant. Gramercie Mounsier. How, would you my gray Mare see? If it like your Ladyship, I came by water, and neither of Mares backe, nor horse backe. No, no point parla Francoi. No indeed Ladie, my name is not Frauneis, your seruant and Iohn Hobson. No point? No points; yes indeed Ladie, I haue points at my hose, though I goe vntrust. No point parla. I haue no points in my parlour indeede, but I haue a hundred pounds worth in my shop. Tush feare not lads, for he knowes none of you, Doe but buffe out a little broken French, And hee'le neuer take you to be Englishmen. We'le second the tother, but mannage it. Be patient I beseech you Gentlemen, Though you be officers, appointed here To search suspected places, as this is A most notorious filthy bawdie house, And carrie all old rustie Fornicators Aboue the age of fiftie vnto prison, Yet know, this is an honest Gentleman. A search, and this a bawdie house! why Iohn, Bones a me knaue, How comes this to passe? Measar man a moy. How, must you haue money of me? Ile know wherefore first, by your leaues. Nay Master I would it were but a money matter, A Cage, or whipping-post, or so, tis worse: What an old man to chide his Prentise hence, As if he had some priuat businesse, And then himselfe get close vnto his wench; Nay whippping's all too good, had you found me so, There had been worke ynough, there had been newes For England, and a whole twelue months chiding Of my good vncle. Ie vow stre sau Amise. How, must I goe to prison for doing amisse? To prison? nay to whipping, I am sorrie, And to my power I will intreat for you: Fie Master, fie. Bones a me Iohn, is not this a Ladie? No by my troth Master, such as in the Garden-allies, Ioane's as good as this French Ladie. Is not this Gentlewoman a dealer? And hath she not a good commoditie? Yes by my faith sir, I confesse both. Hath she not ware? She hath, and at a reasonable reckoning. And may not then a chapman deale with her?