Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.80 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Sir, there's a Gent. attends without to speak with you. On horseback. I on horseback. Entreat him to alight, I will attend him: Knowest thou him Nick? I know him: his names Wendoll: It seems he comes in haste, his horse is booted Up to the flank in mire, himself all spotted And stained with plashing: sure he rid in fear Or for a wager: horse and man both sweat, I near saw two in such a smoking heat. Entreat him in: About it instantly: This Wendoll I have noted, and his carriage Hath pleased me much by observation: I have noted many good deserts in him: he's affable and seen in many things, Discourses well, a good companion; And though of small means, yet a Gentleman Of a good house, somewhat priest by want: I have preferred him to a second place In my opinion, and my best regard. O master Frankford; master Wendoll here, Brings you the strangest news that ere you heard. What news sweet wife? what news good M. Wendol? you knew the match made twixt Sir Francis Acton and Sir Charles Mountford. True: with their Hounds and Hawks? The matches were both played. Ha: and which won? Sir Francis your wives brother had the worst, And lost the wager. Why the worse his chance; Perhaps the fortune of some other day, Will change his luck. Oh, but you hear not all? Sir Francis lost, and yet was loath to yield: In brief the two Knights grew to difference, From words to blows, and so to banding sides, Where valorous Sir Charles slew in his spleen, Two of your Brother's men: his falconer, And his good Huntsman, whom he loved so well, More men were wounded, no more slain out right, Now trust me I am sorry for the knight, But is my brother safe? All whole and sound, His body not being blemished with one wound: But poor Sir Charles is to the prison led, To answer at th'assize for them that's dead. I thank your pains sir; had the news been better, your will was to have brought it master Wendol, Sir Charles will find hard friends, his case is heinous, And will be most severely censured on; I am sorry for him. Sir a word with you, I know you sir to be a gentleman In all things, your possibilities but mean, Please you to use my table and my purse, They are yours? O Lord sir, I shall never deserve it? Oh sir, disparage not your worth too much, you are full of quality and fair desert, Choose of my men which shall attend on you, And he is yours, I will allow you sir, your man, your gelding, and your table, All at my own charge, be my companion. M. Frankford, I have oft been bound to you By many favours, this exceeds them all That I shall never merit your least favour, But when your last remembrance I forget, Heaven at my soul exact that weighty debt.
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Sir, theres a Gent. attends without to speak with you. On horsebacke. I on horsebacke. Intreat him to alight, I will attend him: Knowest thou him Nicke? I know him: his names Wendoll: It seemes he comes in hast, his horse is booted Vp to the flanke in mire, himselfe al spotted And staind with plashing: sure he rid in feare Or for a wager: horse and man both sweat, I nere saw two in such a smoaking heat. Intreat him in: About it instantly: This Wendoll I haue noted, and his carriadge Hath pleasd me much by obseruation: I haue noted many good deserts in him: Hees affable and seene in many things, Discourses wll, a good companion; And though of smal meanes, yet a Gentleman Of a good house, somewhat prest by want: I haue preferd him to a second place In my opinion, and my best regard. O maister Franckeford; maister Wendoll here, Brings you the strangest newes that ere you hard. What newes sweet wife? what newes good M. Wendol? you knew the match made twixt Sir Francis Acton and Sir Charles Mountford. True: with their Hounds and Hawkes? The matches were both plaid. Ha: and which won? Sir Francis your wiues brother had the worst, And lost the wager. Why the worse his chance; Perhaps the fortune of some other day, Wil change his lucke. Oh, but you heare not all? Sir Francis lost, and yet was loth to yeeld: In briefe the two Knights grew to difference, From words to blowes, and so to banding sides, Where valourous Sir Charles slew in his spleene, Two of your Brothers men: his Faulkener, And his good Huntsman, whom he lou`d so wel, More men were wounded, no more slaine out right, Now trust me I am sory for the knight, But is my brother safe? Al whole and sound, His body not being blemisht with one wound: But poore Sir Charles is to the prison led, To answere at thassize for them thats dead. I thanke your paines sir; had the news bin better, your wil was to haue brought it maister Wendol, Sir Charles will find hard friends, his case is heinous, And wil be most seuerely censurd on; I am sorry for him. Sir a word with you, I know you sir to be a gentleman In al things, your possibilities but meane, Please you to vse my table and my purse, They are yours? O Lord sir, I shal neuer deserue it? Oh sir, disparadge not your worth too much, you are ful of quality and faire desert, Chuse of my men which shal ttend on you, And he is yours, I wil allow you sir, your man, your gelding, and your table, Al at my owne charge, be my companion. M. Frankeford, I haue oft bin bound to you By many fauors, this exceeds them all That I shal neuer merit your least fauour, But when your last remembrance I forget, Heauen at my soule exact that weighty debt.