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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O wild slave! He says it true my Lord, Rest content, He shall both marry and taste punishment. Oh intolerable! I beseech your good Lordship if I must have an outward punishment, let me not marry an inward, whose lasts will near out, but grow worse and worse: I have a wife stays for me this morning with seven hundred pound in her purse, let me be speedily whipped and be gone, I beseech your Lordship. He speaks no truth my Lord, behold the Virgin, Wife to a well esteemed Gentleman, Loathing the Sin he follows. I was betrayed, yes faith. His own Mother my Lord, Which he confessed through ignorance, and disdain, His name so changed to abuse the world and her. Marry a Harlot, why not? 'tis an honest man's fortune, I pray did not one of my Countrymen marry my Sister? why well then, if none should be married but those that are honest where should a man seek a wife after Christmas? I pity that Gentleman, that has nine Daughters to bestow, and seven of 'em Seeded already, they will be good stuff by that time, I do beseech your Lordship to remove the punishment, I am content to marry her. There's no removing of your punishment. O good my Lord. Unless one here assembled Whom you have most unnaturally abused, beget your pardon. Who should that be? Or who would dov, that has been so abused? A troublesome penance— sir. Knave in your face, leave your mocking, Andrew, marry your Queen and be quiet. Master Esay. I'm sorry you take such a bad course sir. Master Quomodo. inquire my right name again next time, now go your ways like an Ass as you came. Mass I forget my mother all this while, I'll make her do't at first, pray mother your blessing for once. call'st me Mother? out, I defy thee slave. Call me slave as much as you will, but do not shame me now, let the world know you are my Mother. Let me not have this Villain put upon me I beseech your Lordship. he's justly cursed, she loathes to know him now, Whom he before did as much loath to know, Wilt thou believe me woman? That's soon done. Then know him for a Villain, 'tis thy Son, Art thou Andrew my wicked Son Andrew? You would not believe me Mother. How art thou changed? Is this suit fit for thee? a tooth-drawer's Son, this country has e'en spoiled thee since thou camest hither, thy manners better than thy clothes, but now whole clothes and ragged manners, it may well be said that truth goes naked, for when thou hadst scarce a shirt thou hadst more truth about thee. Thou art thine own affliction Quomodo: Shortyard we banish, 'tis our pleasure. Hence forth no woman shall complain for measure. And that all Error from our works may stand, We banish Falslight evermore the land.
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O vilde ſlaue! He ſayes it true my Lord, Reſt content, He ſhall both marrie and taſte puniſhment. Oh intollerable! I beſeech your good Lordſhip if I muſt haue an outward puniſhment, let me not marrie an inward, whoſe laſtes will nere out, but growe worſe and worſe: I haue a wife ſtaies for me this morning with ſeauen hundred pound in her purſſe, let me be ſpeedily whipt and be gone, I beſeech your Lordſhip. Hee ſpeakes no truth my Lord, behold the Virgin, Wife to a well eſteemed Gentleman, Loathing the Sin he followes. I was betrayed, yes faith. His owne Mother my Lord, Which hee confeſt through ignorance, and diſdaine, His name ſo chang'd to abuſe the world and her. Marry a Hailot, why not? tis an honeſt mans fortune, I pray did not one of my Coūtriemen marrye my Siſter? why well then, if none ſhould be marryed but thoſe that are honeſt where ſhould a man ſeeke a wife after Chriſtmas? I pitty that Gentleman, that has nine Daughters to beſtowe, and ſeauen of e'm Seeded already, they wil be good ſtuffe by that time, I doe beſeech your Lordſhip to remoue the puniſhment, I am content to marrie her. There's no remouing of your puniſhment. O good my Lord. Vnleſſe one heere aſſembled Whom you haue moſt vnnaturally a buſde, beget your pardon. Who ſhould that be? Or who would doote, that has beene ſo abuſde? A troubleſome pennance—ſir. Knaue in your face, leaue your mocking, Andrew, marrie your Qeane and be quiet. Maiſter Eaſie. I'me ſorrie you take ſuch a bad courſe ſir. Maiſter Quomodo. Enquire my right name agen next time, now goe your waies like an Aſſe as you came. Maſſe I forget my mother all this while, Ile make her doo't at firſt, pray mother your bleſſing for once. Calſt me Mother? out, I defie thee ſlaue. Call me ſlaue as much as you will, but doe not ſhame me now, let the world knowe you are my Mother. Let me not haue this Villaine put vpon me I beſeech your Lordſhip. Hee's iuſtly curſt, ſhe loathes to know him now, Whome he before did as much loath to knowe, Wilt thou beleeue me woman? That's ſoone done. Then knowe him for a Villaine, tis thy Sonne, Art thou Andrew my wicked Sonne Andrew? You would not beleeue me Mother. How art thou chang'd? Is this ſute fit for thee? a Tooth-drawers Sonne, this countrie has ee'ne ſpoilde thee ſince thou camſt heather, thy manners better then thy cloathes, but now whole cloathes and ragged manners, it may well be ſaide that truth goes naked, for when thou hadſt ſcarce a ſhirt thou hadſt more truth about thee. Thou art thine owne affliction Quomodo: Shortyard we baniſh, tis our pleaſure. Hence foorth no woman ſhall complaine for meaſure. And that all Error from our workes may ſtand, We banniſh Falſlight euermore the land.