Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
There needs no protestation, for I know you. Virtuous, and therefore grateful: prithee Nan, use him with all thy lovingest courtesy. As far as modesty may well extend, It is my duty to receive your friend. To dinner, come sir, from this present day, Welcome to me for ever: come away. I do nor like this fellow by no means, I never see him but my heart still earns, Zounds I could fight with him, yet know not why, The Devil and he are alone in my eye. O Nick, what Gent. is that comes to lie at our house, my master allows him one to wait on him, and I believe it will fall to thy lot. I love my Master, by these hilts I do, But rather than I'll ever come to serve him, I'll turn away my master. Nichlas, where are you Nicklas, you must come in Nicklas and help the young Gentleman off with his boots. If I pluck off his boots, I'll eat the spurs, And they shall stick fast in my throat like burrs. Then Ienkin, come you? 'tis no boot for me to deny it, my Maist. hath given me a coat here, but he takes pains himself to brush it once or twice a day with a holly-wand. Come, come, make haste, that you may wash your hands again, and help to serve in dinner. You may see my masters, though it be afternoon with you, 'tis but early days with us, for we have not dined yet: stay but a little, I'll but go in, and help to bear up the first course and come to you again presently. This is the session's day, pray can you tell me How young Sir Charles hath sped: Is he acquit, O must he try the Lawes strict penalty? he's cleared of all, spite of his enemies, Whose earnest labours was to take his life, But in this suit of pardon, he hath spent All the revenues that his father left him, And he is now turned a plain Countryman, Reformed in all things; see sir, here he comes. Discharge your fees and you are then at freedom? Here master keeper, take the poor remainder, Of all the wealth I have, my heavy foes Have made my purse light, but alas to me, 'tis wealth enough that you have set me free. God give you joy of your delivery, I am glad to see you abroad Sir Charles. The poorest knight in England M. Malby, My life hath cost me all the patrimony My father left his son; well, God forgive them That are the Authors of my penury. Sir Charles a hand, a hand, at liberty: Now by the faith I owe, I am glad to see it: What want you? wherein may I pleasure you?
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There needs no protestation, for I know you. Vertuous, and therefore grateful: prethy Nan, vse him with al thy louingst curtesie. As far as modesty may wel extend, It is my duty to receie your friend. To dinner, come sir, from this present day, Welcome to me for euer: come away. I do nor like this fellow by no meanes, I neuer see him but my hart stil earnes, Zouns I could fight with him, yet know not why, The Deuil and he are alone in my eie. O Nick, what Gent. is that comes to lie at our house, my maister allowes him one to waite on him, and I beleeue it wil fal to thy lot. I loue my Maister, by these hilts I do, But rather then Ile euer come to serue him, Ile turne away my maister. Nichlas, where are you Nicklas, you must come in Nicklas and helpe the young Gentleman off with his boots. If I pucke off his boots, Ile eat the spurs, And they shal sticke fast in my throat like burs. Then Ienkn, come you? Tis no boot for me to deny it, my Maist. hath giuen me a coat here, but he takes paines himselfe to brush it once or twice a day with a holly-wand. Come, come, make hast, that you may wash your hands againe, and helpe to serue in dinner. You may see my maisters, though it be afternoone with you, tis but earlie daies with vs, for we haue not dind yet: stay but a little, Ile but goe in, and helpe to bear vppe the first course and come to you againe presently. This is the Sessions day, pray can you tell me How young Sir Charles hath sped: Is he acquit, O must he try the Lawes strict penalty? Hees cleard of al, spight of his enemies, Whose earnest labors was to take his life, But in this sute of pardon, he hath spent Al the reuenewes that his father left him, And he is now turnd a plaine Country-man, Reformd in al things; see sir, heere he comes. Discharge your fees and you are then at freedome? Heere maister keeper, take the pore remainder, Of al the wealth I haue, my heauy foes Haue made my purse light, but alas to me, Tis wealth inough that you haue set me free. God giue you ioy of your deliuery, I am glad to see you abroad Sir Charles. The poorest knight in England M. Malby, My life hath cost me al the patrimony My father left his sonne; wel, God forgiue them That are the Authors of my penury. Sir Charles a hand, a hand, at liberty: Now by the faith I owe, I am glad to see it: What want you? wherein may I pleasure you?