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 0.77 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
He doth maintain me, he allows me largely Money to spend? By my faith so do not you me, I cannot get a cross of you My gelding and my man. That's Sorrel and I. This kindness grows of no alliance twixt us. Nor is my service of any great acquaintance. I never bond him to be by desert, Of a mere stranger, a poor Gentleman, A man by whom in no kind he could gain. He hath placed me in the height of all his thoughts, Made me companion with the best and chiefest In Yorkshire: he cannot eat without me, Nor laugh without me, I am to his body As necessary as his digestion, And equally do make him whole or sick, And shall I wrong this man? base man, ingrate, Hast thou the power strait with thy gory hands To rip thy Image from his bleeding heart? To scratch thy name from out the holy book Of his remembrance, and to wound his name, That holds thy name so dear, or rend his heart To whom thy heart was joined and knit together. And yet I must, than Wendol be content, Thus villains, when they would cannot repent. What a strange humour is my new master in, pray God he be not mad, if he should be so, I should never have any mind to serve him in Bedlam: It may be he is mad for missing of me. What Ienkin? where's your Mistress? Is your worship married? Why dost thou ask? Because you are my M. and if I have a mistress, I would be glad like a good servant to do my duty to her. I mean where's Mistress Frankford. Marry sir her husband is riding out of Town, and she went very lovingly to bring him on his way to horse: do you see sir here she comes, and here I go. Vanish. You are well met sir, now in troth my husband Before he took horse had a great desire To speak with you: we sought about the house, Hallowed into the fields, sent every way But could not meet you, therefore he enjoined me To do unto you his most kinds commends: Nay more, he will you as you prize his love, Or hold in estimation his kind friendship, To make bold in his absence and command Even as himself were present in the house, For you must keep his table, use his Servants, And be a present Frankford in his absence. I thank him for his love, Give me a name you, whose infectious tongues Are tipped with gall and poison, as you would Think on a man that had your father slain, Murdered thy children, made your wives base strumpets, So call me, call me so? print in my face, The most stigmatic title of a villain, For hatching treason to so true a friend.
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He doth maintaine me, he allowes me largely Mony to spend? By my faith so do not you me, I canot get a crosse of you My gelding and my man. Thats Sorrel and I. This kindnes growes of no alliance twixt vs. Nor is my seruice of any great acquaintance. I neuer bond him to be by desert, Of a meere stranger, a poore Gentleman, A man by whom in no kind he could gaine. He hath placst me in the height of al his thoughts, Made me companion with the best and chiefest In Yorke-shire: he cannot eat without me, Nor laugh without me, I am to his body As necessary as his digestion, And equally do make him whole or sicke, And shal I wrong this man? base man, ingrate, Hast thou the power straite with thy ory hands To rip thy Image from his bleeding hart? To scratch thy name from out the holy booke Of his remembrance, and to wound his name, That holds thy name so deere, or rend his hart To whom thy hart was ioynd and knit together. And yet I must, then Wendol be content, Thus villains, when they would cannot repent. What a strange humor is my new maister in, pray God he be not mad, if he should be so, I shold neuer haue any mind to serue him in Bedlam: It may bee he is madde for missing of me. What Ienkin? wheres your Mistris? Is your worship married? Why dost thou aske? Because you are my M. and if I haue a mistrs, I wold be glad like a good seruant to do my duty to her. I meane wheres Mistris Frankeford. Marry sir her husband is riding out of Towne, and shee went very louingly to bring him on his way to horse: doe you see sir here she comes, and here I go. Vanish. You are wel met sir, now introth my husband Before he tooke horse had a great desire To speake with you: we sought about the house, Hallowed into the fields, sent euery way But could not meet you, therefore he inioyned me To do vnto you his most kinds commends: Nay more, he wils you as you prize his loue, Or hold in estimation his kind friendship, To make bold in his absence and command Euen as himselfe were present in the house, For you must keepe his table, vse his Seruants, And be a present Frankeford in his absence. I thanke him for his loue, Giue me a name you, whose infectious tongues Are tipt with gall and poison, as you would Thinke on a man that had your father slaine, Murdered thy children, made your wiues base strumpets, So cal me, cal me so? print in my face, The most stigmaticke title of a villaine, For hatching treason to so true a friend.