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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
My heart was with you, and my mind was on you; Fie master Cranwell, you are still thus sad: A stool, a stool, where's Ienkin, and where's Nick? 'tis supper time at least an hour ago. What's the best news abroad? I know none good. But I know too much bad. Methinks sir you might have that interest In your wives brother, to be more remiss In this hard dealing against poor Sir Charles, Who as I hear lies in York castle, needy, And in great want. Did not more weighty business of my own Hold me away, I would have laboured peace Betwixt them, with all care, indeed I would sir. I'll write unto my brother earnestly In that behalf. A charitable deed, And will beget the good opinion Of all your friends that love you master Frankford. That's you for one, I know you love Sir Charles And my wife too well. He deserves the love Of all true Gentlemen, be yourselves judge. But supper he: now as thou lovest me Wendol Which I am sure thou dost, be merry, pleasant, And frolic it tonight: sweet master Cranwell, Do you the like; wife, I protest my heart was near more bent on sweet alacrity: Where be those lazy knaves to serve in supper? Sir here's a letter. Whence comes it? and who brought it? A stripling that below attends your answer, And as he tells me it is sent from York. Have him into the seller, let him taste a cup Of our March beer: go, make him drink. I'll make him drunk, if he be a Trojan. My boots and spurs: where's Ienkin? God forgive me How I neglect my business, wife look here, I have a matter to be tried tomorrow By eight o'clock, and my Attorney writes me I must be there betimes with evidence, Or it will go against me: where's my boots? I hope your business craves no such dispatch, That you must ride tonight. I hope it doth. God's me: no such dispatch? Ienkin my boots, where's Nick, saddle my Roane, And the grey dapple for himself: Content ye, It much concerns me gentle master Cranwell: And master Wendoll in my absence use The very ripest pleasure of my house. Lord, master Frankford will you ride tonight? The ways are dangerous. Therefore will I ride, Appointed well, and so shall Nick my man. I'll call you up by five o'clock tomorrow. No by my faith wife, I'll not trust to that, 'tis not such easy rising in a morning From one I love so dearly: no by my faith, I shall not leave so sweet a bedfellow, But with much pain: you have made me a sluggard Since I first knew you. Then if you needs will go This dangerous evening: master Wendoll Let me entreat you bear him company.
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My hart was with you, and my mind was on you; Fie maister Cranwel, you are stil thus sad: A stoole, a stoole, wheres Ienkin, and wheres Nick? Tis supper time at least an hower ago. Whats the best newes abroad? I know none good. But I know too much bad. Methinkes sir you might hae that intrest In your wiues brother, to be more remisse In this hard dealing against poore Sir Charles, Who as I heare lies in Yorke castle, needy, And in great want. Did not more weighty busines of my owne Hold me away, I would haue labourd peace Betwixt them, with al care, indeed I would sir. Ile write vnto my brother earnestly In that behalfe. A charitable deed, And will be get the good opinion Of all your friends that loue you maister Frankeford. Thats you for one, I now you loue Sir Charles And my wife too well. He deserues the loue Of al true Gentlemen, be your selues iudge. But supper he: now as thou louest me Wendol Which I am sure thou doest, be merry, pleasant, And folicke it to night: sweet mster Cranwell, Do you the like; wife, I protest my hart was nere more bent on sweet alacrity: Where be those lazy knaues to serue in supper? Sir heres a lettter. Whence comes it? and who brought it? A stripling that below attends your answere, And as he tels me it is sent from Yorke. Haue him into the seller, let him tast a cup Of our March beere: go, make him drinke. Ile make him drunke, if he be a Troyan. My boots and spurs: whees Ienkin? God forgiue me How I neglect my busines, wie looke here, I haue a matter to be tride to morrow By eight a clock, and my Attorney writes me I must be there betimes with euidence, Or it wil go against me: wheres my boots? I hope your busines craues no such dispatch, That you must ride to night. I hope it doth. Gods me: no such dispatch? Ienkin my boots, wheres Nick, saddle my Roane, And the gray dapple for himselfe: Content ye, It much concernes me gentle master Cranwell: And maister Wendoll in my absence vse The very ripest pleasure of my house. Lord, maister Frankeford wil you ride to night? The waie are dangerous. Therefore wil I ride, Appointed wel, and so shal Nick my man. Ile cal you vp by fiue a clock to morow. No by my faith wie, Ile not trust to that, Tis not such easie rising in a morning From one I loue so deerely: no by my faith, I shal not leaue so sweet a bed-fellow, But with much pain: you haue made me a sluggard Since I first knew you. Then if you needs wil go This dangerous euening: maister Wendoll Let me intreat you beare him company.