Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Argo, nay, we have been Scholars I can tell you, we could not have been knaves so soon else, for as in that notable City called London, stand two most famous Universities, Poultry and Woodstreet, where some are of twenty years standing, and have took all their degrees from the masters side, down to the Mistress side, the Hole, so in like manner— Come, come, come, I had quite forgot the hundred and fifty Angels. 'Slid where be they? I'll bring you to the sight of 'em presently. A notable Lad, and worthy to be arrested: we'll have but ten for waiting, and than thou shalt choose whether thou wilt run away from us, or we from thee. A match at running, come, come, follow me. Nay, fear not that. Peace, you may happen to see toys, but do not see 'em. Pah. That's the Door. This?— knocks. 'sfoot Officer you have spoiled all already? Why? Why? you shall see, you should have but whirled the ring once about, and there's a Maid servant brought up to understand it. whose's at door? all's well again: phist, 'tis I, 'tis I. You, what are you? Puh, where's thy mistress? What of her? Tell her One, she knows who, her Pleasure's here, say. Her Pleasure? my mistress scorns to be without her pleasure at this time of night: is she so void of friends think you? take that for thinking so: a Box The hundred and fifty Angels are locked up in a Box, we shall not see 'em tonight. how's this? am I used like a hundred pound Gentleman? does my revenue forsake me? Damn me if ever I be her pleasure again.— Well I must to prison. Go prepare his room, there's no remedy, i'll bring him along, he's tame enough now. Dare my Tailor presume to use me in this sort? He steals and I must lie in prison for't. Come, come away sir. Art sure thou sawest him arrested Drawer? If mine eyes be sober. And that's a question, Mass here he goes, he shall not go to prison, I have a trick shall bail him— away. Oh! Guess, guess, who am I? who am I? Who the Devil are you? let go,— a Pox on you, who are you? I have lost my prisoner. Prisoner: I've mistook, I cry you heartily mercy, I have done you infinite injury, a my troth I took you to be an honest man. Where were your eyes? could you not see I was an Officer, stop, stop, stop, stop. Hah, hah, hah, ha. Now Phoenix. Now my Lord. Let princely blood Nourish our hopes, we being confusion now. A terrible sudden blow. I: what day is this hangs over us? byth' Mass Monday. As I could wish my purpose will thrive best. 'twas first my birthday, now my fortune's day, I see whom fate will raise needs never pray.
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Argo, nay, we haue bene Schollars I can tell you, wee could not haue beene knaues ſo ſoone elſe, for as in that notable Cittie cald London, ſtand two moſt famous Vniuerſities, Poultrie and Woodſtreet, where ſome are of twentie yeares ſtanding, and haue tooke all their degrees from the Maiſters ſide, downe to the Miſtris ſide, the Hole, ſo in like manner— Come, come, come, I had quite forgot the hundred and fiftie Angells. S'lid where be they? Ile bring you to the ſight of e'm preſently. A notable Lad, and worthy to be arreſted: weele haue but ten for wayting, and then thou ſhalt chuſe whether thou wilt runne away from vs, or wee from thee. A match at running, come, come, followe me. Nay, feare not that. Peace, you may happen to ſee toyes, but doe not ſee e'm. Pah. Thats the Doore. This?—knockes. S foote Officer you haue ſpoilde all already? Why? Why? you ſhall ſee, you ſhould haue but whirld the ring once about, and there's a Maid ſeruant brought vp to vnderſtand it. Whoſe at doore? Als well againe: phiſt, tis I, tis I. You, what are you? Puh, where's thy miſtris? What of her? Tell her One, ſhe knowes who, her Pleaſure's heere, ſay. Her Pleaſure? my miſtris ſcornes to be without her pleaſure at this time of night: is ſhee ſo voide of friendes thinke you? take that for thinking ſo: a Boxe The hundred and fifty Angells are lockt vp in a Boxe, we ſhall not ſee e'm tonight. Howe's this? am I vſde like a hundred pound Gentleman? Do's my Reuennew forſake me? Dam me if euer I bee her pleaſure agen.— Well I muſt to priſon. Goe prepare his roome, there's no remedie, ile bring him along, hee's tame enough now. Dare my Tailor preſume to vſe me in this ſort? He ſteales and I muſt lie in priſon for't. Come, come away ſir. Art ſure thou ſaweſt him areſted Drawer? If mine eyes be ſober. And that's a queſtion, Maſſe here he goes, hee ſhall not goe to priſon, I haue a tricke ſhall baile him— away. Oh! Geſſe, geſſe, who am I? who am I? Who the Diuell are you? let goe, — a Poxe on you, who are you? I haue loſt my priſoner. Priſoner: I'ue miſtooke, I crie you heartily mercie, I haue done you infinite iniurie, a my troth I tooke you to be an honeſt man. Where were your eyes? could you not ſee I was an Officer, ſtop, ſtop, ſtop, ſtop. Hah, hah, hah, ha. Now Phoenix. Now my Lord. Let princely blood Nouriſh our hopes, we being confuſion now. A terrible ſuddaine blow. I:what day is this hangs ouer vs? Bith Maſſe Monday. As I could wiſh my purpoſe will thriue beſt. Twa's firſt my birthday, now my fortunes daie, I ſee whome fate will raiſe needes neuer pray.