Marston, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Master, Master, I ha' descried the Perfumer in Albanos disguise, look you, look you, rare sport, rare sport. I can contain my impatience no longer, you monsieur cavalier, Saint Dennis, you Capricious Sir, signior Caranto French brawl, you that must marry Celia Galanto, is Albano drowned now? go wander, avant Knight, errant Celia shall be no cuck-quean, my heir no beggar, my plate no pawn, my land no mortgage, my wealth no food for thy luxuries, my house no harbour for thy Comrades, my bed no booty for thy lusts, my any thing shall be thy nothing, go hence pack, pack, avant, caper, caper, alone, alone, pass by, pass by, cloak your nose, away, vanish, wander depart, slink by away. Hark you perfumer, tell Iacomo Randulfo, and Adrean, 'twill not do, look you say no more, but 'twill not do. What perfumer? what Iacomo? Nay assure thee honest Perfumer good Francisco, we know all man, go home to thy Civit Box, look to the profit, commodity or emolument of thy muscat's tail, go clap on your round Cap, my what do you lack sir, for i'faith good rogue all's descried. What Perfumer? what Muscat? what Francisco, what do you lack, is't not enough that you kissed my wife? Enough. I enough, and may be, I fear me too much, but you must flout me, deride me, scoff me, keep out, touch not my porch, as for my wife— Stir to the door: dare to disturb the match, And by the— My sword: menace Albano fore his own doors. No not Albano but Francisco, thus, Perfumer, I'll make you stink if you stir a; for the rest: well via via. Iesu, Iesu, what intends this? ha? O God Sir, you lie as open to my understanding as a Courtesan, I know you as well— somebody knows me yet, praise heaven somebody knows me yet. Why look you Sir, I ha' paid for my knowing of men and women too in my days, I know you are Francisco Soranza the Perfumer, I maugre signior Satin I. Do not tempt my patience, go to, do not. I know you dwell in Saint Marks lane, at the sign of the Muscat as well— Fool, or mad, or drunk no more. I know where you were dressed, where you were— Nay then take all, take all, take all— And I tell not my father, if I make you not lose your office of gutter Mastership; and you be Scavenger next year well: Come Holofernes come good Holofernes, come servant. Francisco Soranza and perfumer and muscat, and gutter master hay, hay, hay, go, go, go, gods f, f, f, fut; I'll to the Duke and I'll so ti, ti, ti, tickle them. Precious, what means he to go out so soon, Before the dusk of twilight might deceive The doubtful priers. What holla. Whop what devil now? I'll feign I know him not, what business fore those doors. What's that to thee You come to wrong my friend Sir Laverdure Confess or—
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Maister, Maister, I ha discri'd the Perfumer in Albanos disguise, looke you, looke you, rare sport, rare sport. I can containe my impatience no longer, you Mounsieur Cauelere, Saint Dennis, you Caprichious Sir, Sinior Caranto French braule, you that must marry Celia Galanto, is Albano drown'd now? goe wander, auant Knight, errant Celia shall bee no Cuck-queane, my heire no begger, my plate no pawne, my land no morgage, my wealth no food for thy luxuries, my house no harbour for thy Comrades▪ my bedde no bootye for thy lustes, my any thing shall bee thy nothing, goe hence packe, packe, auant, caper, caper, aloun, aloun, passe by, passe by, cloake your nose, away, vanish, wander depart, slink by away. Harke you perfumer, tell Iacomo Randulfo, and Adrean, 'twill not do, looke you say no more, but 'twill not doe. What perfumer? what Iacomo? Nay assure thee honest Perfumer good Francisco, wee know all man, goe home to thy Ciuitt Boxe, looke to the profit, commodity or emolument of thy Mus-cats taile, go clap on your round Cap, my what do you lack sir, for yfaith good rogue alls discri'd. What Perfumer? what Mus-cat? what Francisco, what do you lack, ist not inough that you kissd my wife? Inough. I inough, and may be, I feare me too much, but you must floute me, deride me, scoffe me, keepe out, touch not my porche, as for my wife— Stirre to the dore: dare to disturbe the match, And by the— My sword: menace Albano fore his owne dores. No not Albano but Francisco, thus, Perfumer, Ile make you stinke if you stirre a; for the rest: well via via. Iesu, Iesu, what intends this? ha? O God Sir, you lye as open to my vnderstanding as a Curtizan, I know you as well— Some body knowes me yet, praise heauen some body knowes me yet. Why looke you Sir, I ha paide for my knowing of men and women too in my dayes, I know you are Francisco Soranza the Perfumer, I maugre Sinior Satten I. Do not tempt my patience, go to, doe not. I know you dwell in Saint Markes lane, at the signe of the Mus-cat as well— Foole, or madd, or drunke no more. I know where you were drest, where you were— Nay then take all, take all, take all— And I tell not my father, if I make you not loose your office of gutter Maister-ship; and you bee Skauenger next yeare well: Come Holifernes come good Holifernes, come seruant. Francisco Soranza and perfumer and muscat, and gutter maister hay, hay, hay, go, go, go, gods f, f, f, fut; Ile to the Duke and Ile so ti, ti, ti, ticle them. Pretious, what meanes he to go out so soone, Before the dusk of twilight might deceiue The doubtfull priers. What holla. Whop what diuill now? Ile faine I know him not, what businesse fore those dores. Whats that to thee You come to wronge my friend Sir Lauerdure Confesse or—