Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Peace, peace, peace, make no noise, Pleasure and fear lie sleeping? End, end, end your idle toys, jealous eyes will be peeping. Kiss, kiss and part, though not for hate for pity, Ha done, ha' done, ha' done, for I ha' done my ditty. And if you have not done now too, let me be as base as my fiddle, if I rouse you not: madam for shame, what do you mean to make of me, how? 'sfoot what have you made of me already? all gone? jailor? How now? who calls? Why saucy knave 'tis J. You, what you? A single V, I came in double, but I thank them, they are gone out, and left me here a single.— Fool, and so I leave you. Knave, I am Hortensio, I charge thee let me out. Fool, you lie, you are Aspero, and I have charge to keep you in. From whom? From my Lord Hortensio. 'sfoot knave I tell thee I am he, and thou wilt not believe me, trust thine eyes, come in and see. 'Twill not serve your turn, I like a whole skin better than a pinked one: content yourself tonight, and in the morning i'll tell you more. Where's my Lady, send her hither, she's busy with my Lord Hortensio, but if you have any use for a woman, i'll send you one of the Laundresses: fare you well sir, be content, you shall want nothing of any thing you have. Hortensio gone outland my Lady busy with Hortensio? I am gulled, palpably gulled: whilst I like a block stood courting the post, Aspero is in my apparel escaped: villains, traitors, open the door, the Duke's abused, his daughter's fled: I proclaim ye all traitors that hinder me in the pursuit. O for a reasonable audience to applaud this scene of merriment: i'll go call my Lady and my Lord Hortensio. Blindman's buff? I have buffed it fairly, and mine own gullery grieves me not half so much as the Duke's displeasure, jailor, not a word? jailor, there's no way to please a knave but fair words, and gold: honest kind jailor, here's gold for thee: do but take pity upon me, a miserable coney-catched Courtier: not? neither fair nor foul? thou art a degree worse than a woman; what shall I do? I can compare my fortune and my unfortunate self to nothing so fitly as my Base here, we suffer every fool to play upon us for their pleasure: and indeed 'twas the intent of our Creator that made fiddles and servitors to nothing but to be played upon, and played upon we shall be, till our heart strings crack, and then they either cast us aside or hang us up, as worthy no other employment; well, if I can work my means, of escape, so: if not, I must lie by it.
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Peace, peace, peace, make no noyſe, Pleaſure and feare lie ſleeping? End, end, end your idletoyes, Iealous eies will be peeping. Kiſſe, kiſſe and part, though not for hate for pittie, Ha done, ha done, ha done, for I ha done my dittie. And if you haue not done now too, let me be as baſe as my fiddle, if I rowze you not: madam for ſhame, what doe you meane to make of me, how? ſfoote what haue you made of me already? all gone? Iaylor? How now? who calls? VVhy ſaucie knaue tis J. You, what you? A ſingle V, I came in double, but I thanke them, they are gone out, and left me here a ſingle.— Foole, and ſo I leaue you. Knaue, I am Hortenſio, I charge thee let me out. Foole, you lye, you are Aſpero, and I haue charge to keepe you in. From whom? From my Lord Hortenſio. Sfoot knaue J tell thee I am hee, and thou wilt not beleeue me, truſt thine eies, come in and ſee. 'Twill not ſerue your turne, J like a whole ſkinne better then a pinkt one: content your ſelfe to night, and in the morning ile tell you more. Where's my Lady, ſend hir hither, Shee's buſie with my Lord Hortenſio, but if you haue any vſe for a woman, ile ſend you one of the Laundreſſes: fare you well ſir, bee content, you ſhall want nothing of any thing you haue. Hortenſio gone outland my Ladie buſie with Hortenſio▪ I am gulld, palpably guld: whilſt I like a blocke ſtood courting the poſt, Aſpero is m my appatrell eſcapde: villains, traytors, open the doore, te Duke's abuſd, his daughter's fled: I proclaime yee all traytors that hinder me in the purſuit. O for a reaſonable audience to applaud this ſceane of merryment: ile goe call my Lady and my Lord Hortenſio. Blindmans buffe? I haue bufft it fairely, and mine owne gullery grieues me not halfe ſo much as the Dukes diſpleaſure, iaylor, not a word? iaylor, there's no way to pleaſe a knaue but fayre words, and gold: honeſt kinde iaylor, here's gold for thee: doe but take pittie vpon me, a miſerable cony-catchd Courtier: not? neither fayre nor foule? thou art a degree worſe then a woman; what ſhall I doe? I can compare my fortune and my vnfortunate ſelfe to nothing ſo fitlie as my Baſe here, wee ſuffer euerie foole to play vpon vs for their pleaſure: and indeede 'twas the intent of our Creator that made fiddles and ſeruitors to nothing but to be playd vpon, and playd vpon wee ſhall be, till our heart ſtrings crack, and then they either caſt vs aſide or hang vs vp, as worthy no other imployment; well, if I can worke my meanes, of eſcape, ſo: if not, I muſt lie by it.