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 0.79 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
My mistress sends that you should make less noise, to lock up the doors, and see the household all got to bed: you Ienkin for his night are made the Porter, to see the gates shut in. Thus by little and little I creep into office: Come to kennel my masters to kennel, 'tis eleven o'clock already. When you have locked the gates in, you must send up the keys to my mistress. Quickly for God's sake Ienkin; for I must carry them: I am neither pillow nor bolster, but I know more than both. To bed good Spigot, to bed good honest serving creatures, and let us sleep as snug as pigs in peas-straw. Soft, soft, we have tied our geldings to a tree two flight shoot off, lest by their thundering hooves they blab our coming back, Hearst thou no noise? Hear, I hear nothing but the Owl and you. So: now my watch's hand points upon twelve, And it is dead midnight: where are my keys? He ere sir. This is the key that opes my outward gate, This is the Hall door, this my withdrawing chamber. But this, that door that's Bawd unto my shame: Fountain and spring of all my bleeding thoughts, Where the most hallowed order and true knot Of nuptial sanctity hath been profaned, It leads to my polluted bedchamber, Once my terrestrial heaven, now my earth's hell, The place where sins in all their ripeness dwell: But I forget myself, now to my gate. It must ope with far less noise than Cripplegate, or your plots dashed. So reach me my dark Lantern to the rest, Tread softly, softly. I will walk on Eggs this pace. A general silence hath surprised the house, And this is the last door, astonishment, Fear and amazement, play against my heart, Even as a madman beats upon a drum: O keep my eyes you heavens before I enter, From any sight that may transfix my oule, Or if there be so black a spectacle, Oh strike mine eyes stark blind, or if not so, Lend me such patience to digest my grief, That I may keep this white and virgin hand From any violent outrage, or red murder, And with that prayer I enter. Here's a circumstance, A man may be made Cuckold in the time That he's about it, and the case were mine As 'tis my masters, 'sblood that he makes me swear, I would have placed his action entered there, I would, I would. Oh: oh. Master, 'sblood, master, master. oh me unhappy, I have found them lying Close in each others arms, and fast asleep, But that I would not damn two precious souls Bought with my saviours blood, and send them laden With all their scarlet sins upon their backs Unto a fearful judgement, their two lives Had met upon my rapier. 'sblood master have you left them sleeping still? let me go wake them.
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My mistris sends that you should make lesse noise, to lock vp the dores, and see the houshold al got to bed: you Ienkin for his night are made the Porter, to see the gates shut in. Thus by little and little I creepe into office: Come to kennel my masters to kennell, tis eleuen a clocke already. When you haue lockt the gates in, you must send vp the keyes to my mistris. Quickly for Gods sake Ienkin; for I must carry them: I am neither pillow nor bolster, but I know more then both. To bed good Spiggot, to bed good honest seruing creatures, and let vs sleepe as snug as pigs in pease-straw. Soft, soft, we haue tyed our geldings to a tree two flight shoot off, least by their thundring hoofes they blab our coming backe, Hearst thou no noise? Heare, I heare nothing but the Owle and you. So: now my watches hand points vpon twelue, And it is dead midnight: where are my keyes? He ere sir. This is the key that opes my outward gate, This is the Hal dore, this my withdrawing chamber. But this, that dore thats Bawd vnto my shame: Fountaine and spring of al my bleeding thoughts, Where the most hallowed order and true knot Of nuptial sanctity hath bin prophand, It leads to my polluted bed-chamber, Once my terrestrial heauen, now my earths hel, The place where sins in al their ripenes dwell: But I forget my selfe, now to my gate. It must ope with farre lesse noise then Cripple-gate, or your plots dasht. So reach me my dake Laorne to the rest, Tread softly, softly. I wil walke on Egges this pace. A general scilence hath surprizd the house, And this is the last dore, astonishment, Feare and amazement, play against my hart, Euen as a madman beats vpon a drum: O keepe my eies you heauens before I enter, From any sight that may transfix my oule, Or if there be so blacke a spectacle, Oh strike mine eies starke blind, or if not so, Lend me such patience to disgest my griefe, That I may keepe this white and virgin hand From any violent outrage, or red murder, And with that praier I enter. Heres a circumstance, A man may be made Cuckold in the time That hees about it, and the case were mine As tis my masters, sblood that he makes me sweare, I would haue placst his action entred there, I would, I would. Oh oh. Master, sblood, master, master. oh me vnhappy, I haue found them lying Close in each others armes, and fast asleepe, But that I would not dam two precious soules Bought with my Sauiours blood, and send them laden With al their scarlet sins vpon their backs Vnto a fearefull Iudgement, their two lies Had met vpon my rapier. Sblood master haue you left them sleeping stil? let me go wake them.