Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1606] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Faith and thou wert his Mother (quoth she) heed make thee his Drudge I warrant him— Marry out upon him (quoth I) an't like your worship. Horror, horror, i'm smothered, let me go, torment me not. And you love me, let's follow him Gentlemen. Agreed. I count a hundred pound well spent to pursue a good jest Master Esay. By my troth I begin to bear that mind too. Well said i'faith, hang money-good jests are worth silver at all times. They're worth gold Master Blastfield. Do you deceive me so? are you toward marriage i'faith Master Lethe it shall go hard but i'll forbid the Banes, i'll send a messenger into your bones, another into your purse but I'll do't. Thou fair and wicked Creature, steeped in Art, Beauteous and fresh, the soul the foulest part. A common Filth, is like a House possessed, Where if not spoiled, you'll come out frayed at least, This service likes not me, though I rest poor, I hate the basest use to screen a whore. The humane stroke near made him, he that can Be Bawd to Woman, never leapt from man. Some monster won his Mother, I wished my poor child hither, doubled wrong, A month and such, a mistress were too long, Yet here a while in others lives i'll see, How former follies, did appear in me. Boy. Anon sir. Where left you Master Blastfield your master, say you? An hour since I left him in Paul's sir— but you'll not find him the same man again next time you meet him. Methinks I have no being without his company 'tis so full of kindness and delight, I hold him to be the only Companion in earth. ay, as Companions go now adays that help to spend a man's money. So full of nimble wit, various discourse, pregnant apprehension, and uncommon entertainment, he might keep Company with any Lord for his grace. ay, with any Lord that were past it. And such a good free hearted honest, affable kind of Gentleman: Come Boy a heaviness will possess me till I see him. But you'll find yourself heavier then, by a seven hundred pound weight,— Alas poor Birds that cannot keep the sweet Country, where they sly at pleasure, but must needs come to London to have their wings clipped, and are feign to go hopping home again. So, No man is so impudent to deny that— Spirits can change their shapes, and soonest of all into sergeants: because they are Cousin germane to spirits, for there's but two kind of arrests till Doomsday, the Devil for the soul, the Sergeant for the body, but afterward the devil arrests body and soul Sergeant & all, if they be knaves still, and deserve it, now my yeoman Falslight. I Attend you good sergeant Shortyard. No more master Blastfield now— poor Esay hardly be set. But how if he should go to prison, were in a mad state then, being not sergeants.
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Faith and thou wert his Mother (quoth ſhe) heed make thee his Dru dge I warrant him— Marry out vpon him (quoth I) an't like your worſhip. Horror, horror, i'me ſmother'd, let me goe, torment me not. And you loue me, lets follow him Gentlemen. Agreed. I count a hundred pound wel ſpent to perſue a good ieſt Maiſter Eaſie. By my troth I begin to beare that minde too. Well ſaide yfaith, hang money-good ieſts are worth ſiluer at all times. They'r worth golde Maiſter Blaſtfield. Doe you deceiue me ſo? are you toward marriage yfaith Maſter Lethe it ſhall goe hard but ile forbid the Banes, ile ſend a meſſēger into your bones, another into your purſſe but ile doo't. Thou faire and wicked Creature, ſteept in Arte, Beautious and freſh, the ſoule the fowleſt part. A common Filth, is like a Houſe poſſeſt, Where if not ſpoild, youle come out fraide at leaſt, This ſeruice likes not me, though I reſt poore, I hate the baſeſt vſe to ſcreene a whore. The humaine ſtroke nere made him, hee that can Be Bawde to Woman, neuer leapt from man. Some monſter wunne his Mother, I wiſht my poore childe hether, doubled wrong, A month and ſuch, a miſtris were too long, Yet heere a while in others liues ile ſee, How former follyes, did appeare in me. Boy. Anon ſir. Where left you Maiſter Blaſtfield your maiſter, ſay you? An houre ſince I left him in Paules ſir—but youle not finde him the ſame man agen next time you meete him. Methinks I haue noe beeing without his companie tis ſo full of kindenes and delight, I holde him to be the onely Companyon in earth. I, as Companions goe now adaies that helpe to ſpend a mans money. So full of nimble wit, various diſcourſe, praegnant apprehenſion, and vncommon entertainment, hee might keepe Company with any Lord for his grace. I, with any Lord that were paſt it. And ſuch a good free hearted honeſt, affable kinde of Gentleman: Come Boy a heauineſſe will poſſeſſe me till I ſee him. But youle finde your ſelfe heauyer then, by a ſeauen hundred pound weight,—Alaſſe poore Birds that cannot keepe the ſweete Countrie, where they ſlye at pleaſure, but muſt needes come to London to haue their wings clipt, and are faine to goe hopping home agen. So, No man is ſo impudent to denye that— Spirits can change their ſhapes, and ſooneſt of all into Serjeants: becauſe they are Cooſen Germans to ſpirits, for there's but two kinde of arreſts till Doomeſ-day, the Deuill for the ſoule, the Serjeant for the body, but afterward the deuill arreſts bodye and ſoule Serjeant & all, if they be knaues ſtill, and deſerue it▪ now my yeoman aſlight. I Attend you good Serjant Shortyard. No more maiſter Blaſtfield now—poore Eaſie hardly be ſet. But how if he ſhould goe to priſon, weere in a madde ſtate then, being not Serjeants.