Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 507 words
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It makes fat Calves in Rumny Marsh, and lean knaves in London: therefore Boniface keep your ground: Gods my pity, my forehead has more crumples, than the back part of a counsellors gown, when another rides upon his neck at the bar: Boniface take my helmet: give your mistress my nightcap. Are my Antlers swollen so big that my biggin pinches my brows. So, request her to make my headpiece a little wider. How much wider sir. I can allow her almost an inch: go, tell her so, very near an inch. If she be a right citizens wife, now her Husband has given her an inch, she'll take an ell, or a yard at least. Master Parenthesis! Salve, Salve Domine. Salve tu quoque jubeo te saluere plurimum. No more Plurimums if you love me, lattin whole-meats are now minced, and served in for English Gallimafries: Let us therefore cut out our uplandish neats tongues, and talk like regenerate Britain's. Your worship is welcome to England: I poured out Orisons for your arrival. Thanks good master Parenthesis: and Que novelles: what news flutters abroad? do Iack-dawes dung the top of Paul's Steeple still. The more is the pity, if any daws do come into the temple, as I fear they do. They say Charing-Cross is fallen down, since I went to Rochelle: but that's no such wonder, 'twas old, and stood awry (as most part of the world can tell.) And though it lack underpropping, yet (like great fellows at a wrestling) when their heels are once flying up, no man will save 'em; down they fall, and there let them lie, though they were bigger than the Guard: Charing-Cross was old, and old things must shrink as well as new Northern cloth. Your worship is in the right way verily: they must so, but a number of better things between Westminster bridge and temple bar both of a worshipful, and honourable erection, are fallen to decay, and have suffered putrefaction, since Charing fell, that were not of half so long standing as the poor wry-necked Monument. whose's within there? One of you call up your mistress! tell her here's her writing Schoolmaster. I had not thought master Parenthesis you had been such an early stirrer. Sir, your vulgar and fourpenny-penmen, that like your London Sempsters keep open shop, and sell learning by retail, may keep their beds, and lie at their pleasure: But we that edify in private, and traffic by whole sale, must be up with the lark, because like Country Attorneys, we are to shuffle up many matters in a forenoon. Certes master Honisuckle, I would sing Laus Deo, so I may but please all those that come under my fingers: for it is my duty and function, pardie, to be fervent in my vocation. Your hand: I am glad our City has so good, so necessary, and so laborious a member in it: we lack painful and expert penmen amongst us. Master Parenthesis you teach many of our Merchant's sir, do you not?
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It makes fat Calues in Rumny Marsh, and leane knaues in London: therefore Boniface keepe your ground: Gods my pitty, my forehead has more cromples, then the back part of a counsellors gowne, when another rides vppon his necke at the barre: Boniface take my helmet: giue your mistris my night-cap. Are my Antlers swolne so big that my biggen pinches my browes. So, request her to make my head-piece a little wyder. How much wider sir. I can allow her almost an ych: go, tell her so, very neere an inch. If she bee a right Cittizens wife, now her Husband has giuen her an inch, sheele take an ell, or a yard at least. Maister Parenthesis! Salue, Salue Domine. Salue tu quo que Iubeo te saluere plurimum. No more Plurimums if you loue me, lattin whole-meate are nowe minc'd, and serude in for English Gallimafries: Let vs therefore cut out our vplandish Neates tongues, and talke like regenerate Brittains. Your worship is welcome to England: I powrd out Orisons for your arriuall. Thanks good maister Parenthesis: and Que nouelles: what newes flutters abroad? doe Iack-dawes dung the top of Paules Steeple still. The more is the pitty, if any dawes do come into the temple, as I feare they do. They say Charing-crosse is falue downe, since I went to Rochell: but thats no such wonder, twas old, and stood awry (as most part of the world can tel.) And tho it lack vnder-propping, yet (like great fellowes at a wrastling) when their heeles are once flying vppe, no man will saue em; downe they fall, and there let them lye, tho they were bigger then the Guard: Charing-crosse was olde, and olde thinges must shrinke aswell as new Northern cloth. Your worship is in the right way verily: they must so, but a number of better things between Westminster bridge and temple barre both of a worshipfull, and honorable erection, are falne to decay, and haue suffred putrifaction, since Charing fell, that were not of halfe so long standing as the poore wry-neckt Monument. Whose within there? One of you call vp your mistris! tell her heeres her wryting Schoolemaster. I had not thought master Parenthesis you had bin such an early stirrer. Sir, your vulgar and foure-peny-pen-men, that like your London Sempsters keepe open shop, and sell learning by retaile, may keepe their beds, and lie at their pleasure: But we that edifie in priuate, and traffick by whole sale, must be vp with the lark, because like Country Atturnies, wee are to shuffle vp many matters in a for-enoone. Certes maister Honisuckle, I would sing Laus Deo, so I may but please al those that come vnder my fingers: for it is my duty and function, Perdy, to be feruent in my vocation. Your hand: I am glad our Citty has so good, so necessary, and so laborious a member in it: we lacke painfull and expert penmen amongst vs. Maister Parenthesis you teach many of our Merchants sir, do you not?