Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
For a woman, look you sir: here's a crown to provide his supper: he's a Gentleman of a very good house, you shall be paid well if you convert him; tomorrow morning, bedding, and a gown shall be sent in, and wood and coal. Nay sir, he must ha' no fire. No, why look what straw you buy for him, shall return you a whole harvest. Let his straw be fresh and sweet we beseech you sir? Get a couple of your sturdiest fellows, and bind him I pray, whilst we slip out of his sight. I'll hamper him, I warrant Gentlemen. Excellent. But how will my noble Poet take it at my hands, to betray him thus. Foh, 'tis but a jest, he comes. Perdonate mi, si Io dimando del vostro nome: oh, whether shrunk you: I have had such a mad dialogue here. we ha' been with the other mad folks. And what says he and his pricksong? we were up to the ears in Italian i'faith. In Italian; O good master Bellamont let's hear him. How now, 'Sdeath what do you mean? are you mad? Away sirrah, bind him, hold fast: you want a wench sirrah, do you? What wench? will you take mine arms from me, being no Heralds? let go you Dogs. Bind him, be quiet: come, come, dogs, fie, & a gentleman. Master Maibery, Philip, master Maibery, uds foot. I'll bring you a wench, are you mad for a wench. I hold my life my comrades have put this fools cap upon thy head: to gull me: I smell it now: why do you hear Full-moon, let me lose; for I'm not mad; I'm not mad by Iesu: Ask the Gentlemen that. byth' Lord I'm as well in my wits, as any man i'th' house, & this is a trick put upon thee by these gallants in pure knavery. I'll try that, answer me to this question: lose his arms a little, look you sir, three Geese nine pence; every Goose three pence, what's that a Goose, roundly, roundly one with another. 'sfoot do you bring your Geese for me to cut up. Hold, hold, bind him master Full-moon. Bind him you, he has paid me all, I'll have none of his bonds not I, unless I could recover them better. Have I given it you master Poet, did the Limebush take. It was his warrant sent thee to Bedlam, old Iack Bellamont, and master Full-ith'moone, our warrant discharges him; Poet, we'll all ride upon thee to Ware, & back again I fear to thy cost. If you do, I must bear you, thank you Master Greenshield, I will not die in your debt: farewell you mad rascals, to horse come, 'tis well done; 'twas well done, you may laugh, you shall laugh Gentlemen: if the gudgeon had been swallowed by one of you it had been vile, but by Gad 'tis nothing, for your best Poets indeed are mad for the most part: farewell goodman Full-moon.
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For a woman, looke you sir: here's a crowne to prouide his supper: hee's a Gentleman of a very good house, you shall bee paid well if you conuert him; to morrow morning, bedding, and a gowne shall be sent in, and wood and coale. Nay sir, he must ha no fire. No, why looke what straw you buy for him, shall returne you a whole haruest. Let his straw be fresh and sweet we beseech you sir? Get a couple of your sturdiest fellowes, and bind him I pray, whilst wee slip out of his sight. Ile hamper him, I warrant Gentlemen. Excellent. But how will my noble Poet take it at my hands, to betray him thus. Foh, tis but a iest, he comes. Perdonate mi, si Io dimando del vostro nome: oh, whether hrunke you: I haue had such a mad dialogue here. Wee ha bin with the other mad folkes. And what sayes he and his prick-song? Wee were vp to the eares in Italian ifaith. In Italian; O good maister Bellamont lets heare him. How now, Sdeath what do you meane? are you mad? Away sirra, bind him, hold fast: you want a wench sirra, doe you? What wench? will you take mine armes from me, being no Heralds? let goe you Dogs. Bind him, be quiet: come, come, dogs, fie, & a gentleman. Maister Maibery, Philip, maister Maibery, vds foot. Ile bring you a wench, are you mad for a wench. I hold my life my comrads haue put this fooles cap vpon thy head: to gull me: I smell it now: why doe you heare Full-moone, let me loose; for Ime not mad; Ime not mad by Iesu: Aske the Gentlemen that. Bith Lord I'me aswell in my wits, as any man ith' house, & this is a trick put vpon thee by these gallants in pure knauery. Ile trie that, answer me to this question: loose his armes a little, looke you sir, three Geese nine pence; euery Goose three pence, whats that a Goose, roundly, roundly one with another. Sfoot do you bring your Geese for me to cut vp. Hold, hold, bind him maister Full-moone. Binde him you, hee has payd me all, Ile haue none of his bonds not I, vnlesse I could recouer them better. Haue I giuen it you maister Poet, did the Lime-bush take. It was his warrant sent thee to Bedlam, old Iack Bellamōt, and maister Full-ith'moone, our warrant discharges him; Poet, weele all ride vpon thee to Ware, & back agen I feare to thy cost. If you doe, I must beare you, thanke you Maister Greenshield, I will not dye in your debt: farewell you mad rascals, to horse come, 'tis well done; 'twas well done, you may laugh, you shall laugh Gentlemen: if the gudgeon had beene swallowed by one of you it had bin vile, but by Gad 'tis nothing, for your best Poets indeed are madde for the most part: farewell good-man Full-moone.