Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.82 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I think it would: yours would make Gentlemen as fat as fools: I would give two pieces of Plate, to have you stand by me, when I were to write a jealous man's part: jealous men are either knaves or Coxcombs, be you neither: you wear yellow hose without cause. Without cause, when my Mare bears double: without cause? And without wit. When two Virginal jacks skip up, as the key of my instrument goes down! They are two wicked elders. When my wives ring does smoke for't. Your wives ring may deceive you. O Master Bellamont! had it not been my wife had made me a Cuckold, it should never have grieved me. You wrong her upon my soul. No, she wrongs me upon her body. Now blue-bottle? what flutter you for sea-pie? Not to catch fish Sir, my young Master, your son master Philip is taken prisoner. By the Dunkirks. Worse: by catchpoles: he's encountered. Shall I never see that prodigal come home. Yes Sir, if you'll fetch him out, you may kill a Calf for him. For how much lies he? The debt is four score pound, marry he charged me to tell you it was four score and ten, so that he lies only for the odd ten pound. His child's part shall now be paid, this money shallbe his last, & this vexation the last of mine: if you had such a son master Maiberie. To such a wife, 'twere an excellent couple. Release him, and release me of much sorrow, I will buy a Son no more: go redeem him. Here's the party Sir. Hence, and lock fast the doors, now is my prize. If she beat you not at your own weapon, would her Buckler were cleft in two pieces. I will not have you handle her too roughly. No, I will like a justice of peace, grow to the point: are not you a whore: never start: thou art a Clothworker, and hast turned me. How Sir, into what Sir, have I turned you? Into a Civil Suit: into a sober beast: a Land-rat, a Cuckold: thou art a common bedfellow, art not? art not? Sir this Language, to me is strange, I understand it not. O! you study the french now. Good Sir, lend me patience. I made a salad of that herb: dost see these flesh-hooks, I could tear out those false eyes, those cat's eyes, that can see in the night: punk I could. Hear her answer for herself. Good Master Bellomont, Let him not do me violence: dear Sir, Should any but yourself shoot out these names, I would put off all female modesty, To be revenged on him. Know'st thou this ring? there has been old running at the ring since I went. Yes Sir, this ring is mine, he was a villain, That stole it from my hand: he was a villain: That put it into yours.
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I thinke it would: yours wud make Gentlemen as fatt as fooles: I wud giue two peeces of Plate, to haue you stand by me, when I were to write a iealous mans part: Iealous men are eyther knaues or Coxcombes, bee you neither: you weare yellow hose without cause. With-out cause, when my Mare beares double: without cause? And without wit. When two Virginall Iacks skip vp, as the key of my instrument goes downe! They are two wicked elders. When my wiues ring does smoake for't. Your wiues ring may deceiue you. O Master Bellamont! had it not beene my wife had made me a Cuckold, it should neuer haue greeued mee. You wrong her vpon my soule. No, she wrongs me vpon her body. Now blew-bottle? what fltter you for Sea-pye? Not to catch fish Sir, my young Maister, your sonne maister Philip is taken prisoner. By the Dunkirks. Worse: by Catch-polls: hee's encountred. Shall I neuer see that prodigall come home. Yes Sir, if youle fetch him out, you may kill a Calfe for him. For how much lyes he? The debt is foure score pound, marry he chargde mee to tell you it was foure core and ten, so that he lies onely for the odde ten pound. His childs part shal now be paid, this mony shalbe his last, & this vexation the last of mine: if you had such a sonne maister Maiberie. To such a wife, twere an excellent couple. Release him, and release me of much sorrow, I will buy a Sonne no more: goe redeeme him. Here's the party Sir. Hence, and lock fast the dores, now is my prize. If she beate you not at your owne weapon, wud her Buckler were cleft in two peeces. I will not haue you handle her too roughly. No, I will like a Iustice of peace, grow to the point: are not you a whore: neuer start: thou art a Cloth-worker, and hast urnd me. How Sir, into what Sir, haue I turn'd you? Into a Ciuill Suite: into a sober beast: a Land-rat, a Cuckold: thou art a common bedfellow, art not? art not? Sir this Language, to me is strange, I vnderstand it not. O! you studie the french now. Good Sir, lend me patience. I made a fallade of that herbe: doest see these flesh-hookes, I could teare out those false eyes, those Cats eyes, that can see in the night: punck I could. Heare her answer for her selfe. Good Maister Bellomont, Let him not do me violence: deere Sir, Should any but your selfe shoote out these names, I would put off all female modesty, To be reueng'd on him. Know'st thou this ring? there has bin old running at the ring since I went. Yes Sir, this ring is mine, he was a villayne, That stole it from my hand: he was a villayne: That put it into yours.