Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.79 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Did not you send your novice Benedic, To persuade the girl to leave Mountchensey's love, To cross that Peter Fabell in his art, And to that purpose made him visitor? I never sent my novice from the house, Nor have we made our visitation yet. Never sent him? nay, did he not go? and did not I direct him to the house, and confer with him by the way? and did he not tell me what charge he had received from you? word by word, as I requested at your hands? That you shall know, he came along with me, and stays without come hither Benedic. Young Benedic, were you ere sent by me to Cheshunt Nunnery for a visitor? Never sir, truly. Stranger than all the rest. Did not I direct you to the house? Confer with you from Waltham abbey Unto Cheshunt wall? I never saw you sir before this hour. The devil thou didst not, hoc chamberlain. Anon, anon. Call mine host Blague hither. I will send one over to see if he be up, I think he be scarce stirring yet. Why knave, didst thou not tell me an hour ago mine host was up? ay sir, my Master's up. You knave, is a up, and is a not up? Dost thou mock me? ay sir, my M. is up, but I think M. Blague indeed be not stirring? Why, who's thy Master? is not the Master of the house thy Master? Yes sir, but M. Blague dwells over the way. Is not this the George? before God there's some villainy in this. S foot our signs removed, this is strange. chamberlain, speak up to the new lodgings, Bid Nell look well to the baked meats, How now my old Jennet's bank, my horse, My castle, lie in Waltham all night, and not under the Canopy of your host Blague's house. Mine host, mine host, we lay all night at the George in Waltham, but whether the George be your feesimple or no, 'tis a doubtful question, look upon your sign. Body of Saint George, this is mine overthwart neighbour hath done this to seduce my blind customers, I'll tickle his Catastrophe for this; If I do not indite him at next assizes for Burglary, let me die of the yellows, for I see 'tis no boot in these days to serve the good Duke of Norfolk, the villainous world is turned manger, one jade deceives another, and your Ostler plays his part commonly for the fourth share, have we Comedies in hand, you whoreson villainous male London lecher. Mine host, we have had the moilingst night of it that ever we had in our lives. Is't certain? We have been in the Forest all night almost. 'Sfoot how did I miss you? heart I was a stealing a Buck there. A plague on you, we were stayed for you.
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Did not you send your nouice Benedic, To perswade the girle to leaue Mountchenseys loue, To crosse that Peter Fabell in his art, And to that purpose made him visitor? I neuer sent my nouice from the house, Nor haue we made our visitation yet. Neuer sent him? nay, did he not goe? and did not I direct him to the house, and conferre with him by the way? and did he not tell me what charge he had receiued from you? word by word, as I requested at your hands? That you shall know, hee came along with me, and stayes without come hither Benedic. Yong Benedic, were you ere sent by me to Chesson Nunnery for a visitor? Neuer sir, truely. Stranger then all the rest. Did not I direct you to the house? Confer with you from Waltham Abby Vnto Chesson wall? I neuer saw you sir before this hower. The deuill thou didst not, hoc Chamberlen. Anon, anon. Call mine host Blague hither. I will send one ouer to see if he be vp, I thinke he bee scarce stirring yet. Why knaue, didst thou not tell me an hower ago mine host was vp? I sir, my Master's vp. You knaue, is a vp, and is a not vp? Dost thou mocke mee? I sir, my M. is vp, but I thinke M. Blague indeed be not stirring? Why, who's thy Master? is not the Master of the house thy Master? Yes sir, but M. Blague dwells ouer the way. Is not this the George? before God theres some villany in this. S foote our signes remooud, this is strange. Chamberlen, speake vp to the new lodgings, Bid Nell looke well to the bakt meats, How now my old Ienerts banke, my horse, My castle, lie in Waltham all night, and not vnder the Canopie of your host Blagues house. Mine host, mine host, we lay all night at the George in Waltham, but whether the George be your fee-simple or no, tis a doubtfull question, looke vpon your signe. Body of Saint George, this is mine ouerthwart neighbour hath done this to seduce my blind customers, Ile tickle his Catastrophe for this; If I doe not indite him at next assisses for Burglary, let me die of the yellowes, for I see tis no boote in these dayes to serue the good Duke of Norfolke, the villanous world is turnd manger, one Iade deceiues another, and your Ostler playes his part commonly for the fourth share, haue wee Comedies in hand, you whoreson villanous male London letcher. Mine host, we haue had the moylingst night of it that euer we had in our liues. Ist certaine? We haue bin in the Forrest all night almost. S'foot how did I misse you? hart I was a stealing a Bucke there. A plague on you, we were stayed for you.