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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Thou dost the laws nose wrong to belie me so. For either a cunning woman has a Chamber in her house or a Physician, or a picture maker, or an Attorney, because all these are good Cloaks for the rain. And then if the female party that's cliented above-stairs, be young, she's a squire's daughter of low degree, that lies there for physic, or comes up to be placed with a Countess: if of middle age, she's a Widow, and has suits at the term or so. O fie upon her, burn the witch out of our company. Let's hem her out off Brainford, if she get not the faster to London. O no, for God's sake, rather hem her out off London and let her keep in Brainford still. No you cannot hem me out of London; had I known this your rings should ha' been poxed oer— I would ha' touched 'em: I will take a pair of Oars, and leave you. Let that ruin of intemperance be raked up in dust and ashes, and now tell me, if you had raised the Town, had not the tiles tumbled upon your heads: for you see your Wives are chaste, these Gentlemen civil, all is but a merriment, all but a May-game; she has her Diamonds, you shall have your money the child is recovered, the false Collier discovered, they came to Brainford to be merry, you were caught in Bird-lime; and therefore set the hare's-head against the Goose-giblets, put all instruments in tune, and every husband play music upon the lips of his Wife whilst I begin first. Come wenches be't so, Mist. Iustiniano is't you were ashamed all this while of showing your face, is she your wife Schoolmaster. Look you, your Schoolmaster has been in France, and lost his hair, no more Parenthesis now, but Iustiniano, I will now play the Merchant with you. Look not strange at her, nor at me, the story of us both, shall be as good, as an old wives tale, to cut off our way to London. How now? Alas Sir, the Knight yonder Sir Gozlin has almost his throat cut by poulterers and Townsmen and rascals, & all the Noise that went with him poor fellows have their Fiddle-cases pulled over their ears. Is Sir Gozlin hurt? Not much hurt Sir, but he bleeds like a Pig, for his crown's cracked. Then has he been twice cut i'th' head since we landed, once with a Pottlepot and now with old iron. Gentlemen hasten to his rescue some, whilst others call for Oars. Away then to London. Farewell Brainford. Gold that buys health, can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment. oars, Oars, Oars, Oars: To London hay, to London hay: Hoist up sails and let's away, for the safest bay For us to land is London shores. Oars, Oars, Oars, Oars: Quickly shall we get to Land, If you, if you, if you, Lend us but halfe a hand. O lend us half a hand.
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Thou dost the Lawes nose wrong to bely mee so. For either a cunning woman has a Chāber in her house or a Phisition, or a picture maker, or an Attorney, because all these are good Clokes for the raine. And then if the female party that's cliented aboue-Staires, be yong, Shees a Squires daughter of lowe degree, that lies there for phisicke, or comes vp tobe placed with a Countesse: if of middle age, shees a Widow, and has sutes at the terme or so. O fie vpon her, burne the witch out of our company. Lets hem her out off Brainford, if shee get not the faster to London. O no, for Gods sake, rather hem her out off London and let her keepe in Brainford still. No you cannot hem me out of London; had I known this your rings should ha bin poxt er—I wud ha toucht 'hem: I will take a paire of Oares, and leaue you. Let that ruine of intemperance bee rakt vp in dust and ashes, and now tell me, if you had raysed the Towne, had not the tiles tumbled vpon your heads: for you see your Wiues are chast, these Gentlemen ciuill, all is but a merriment, all but a May-game; she has her Diamonds, you shall haue your money the child is recouered, the false Collier discouered, they came to Brainford to be merry, you were caught in Bird-lime; and therefore set the Hares-head against the Goose-giblets, put all instruments in tune, and euery husband play musicke vpon the lips of his Wife whilst I begin first. Come wenches bee't so, Mist. Iustiniano ist you were asham'd all this while of shewing your face, is she your wife Schoolemaister. Looke you, your Schoole-maister has bin in France, and lost his hayre, no more Parenthesis now, but Iustiniano, I will now play the Merchant with you. Looke not strange at her, nor at mee, the story of vs both, shall bee as good, as an olde wiues tale, to cut off our way to London. How now? Alas Sir, the Knight yonder Sir Gozlin has almost his throat cut by Powlterers and Townes-men and rascalls, & all the Noise that went with him poore fellowes haue their Fidle-cases puld ouer their eares. Is Sir Gozlin hurt? Not much hurt Sir, but he bleedes like a Pig, for his crowne's crackt. Then has he beene twise cut ith head since we landed, once with a Pottle-poand now with old iron. Gentlemen hasten to his rescue some, whilst others call for Oares. Away then to London. Farewell Brainford. Gold that buyes health, can neuer be ill spent, Nor howres laid out in harmelesse meryment. OAres, Oares, Oares, Oares: To London hay, to London hay: Hoist vp sayles and lets away, for the safest bay For vs to land is London shores. Oares, Oares, Oares, Oares: Quickly shall wee get to Land, If you, if you, if you, Lend vs but halfe a hand. O lend vs halfe a hand.