Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Torment me not. Fa le la, fa le la, fa la la, loh. Fury. Fa le la, fa le la, fa la la loh. Devil! I do conjure thee once again, By that soul-quaking thunder to depart, And leave this chamber, freed from thy damned Art. Stamps— It has prevailed— Oh my sin-shaking Sinews! what should I think? Iesper, why Iesper. Sir! how now? what has disturbed you sir. A fit, a qualm,— is mistress Hargrave gone? Who sir? mistress Hargrave? Is she gone I say? Gone? why she was never here yet. No! Why no sir. Art sure on't. Sure on't? if I be sure I breath, and am myself? I like it not;— where kepst thou? Ith' next room sir. Why she struck by thee man. You'd make one mad sir, that a gentlewoman should steal by me and I not hear her, 'sfoot, one may hear the rustling of their bums almost an hour before we see 'em. I will be satisfied,— although to hazard, What though her husband meet me? I am honest; When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts 'em, But when they're just, they're armed, and nothing daunts 'em. What strange humour call you this? he dreams of women and both his eyes broad open! Why how now master Gumwater? what's the news with your haste? I have a thing to tell your worship— Why prithee tell me, speak man. Your worship shall pardon me, I have better bringing up then so. How sir? 'tis a thing made fit for your Ear sir— Oh— o— o— cry you mercy, now I begin to taste you,— is she come? she's come sir? Recovered, well and sound again? That's to be feared sir. Why sir? She wears a Linen cloth about her jaw, Ha, ha, haw,— why that's the fashion you whoreson Gumwater. The fashion sir? live I so long time to see that a fashion, which rather was an Emblem of dispraise, It was suspected much in monsieurs days. ay, ay, in those days, that was a queasy time, our age is better hardened now, and put oftener in the fire, we are tried what we are: tut, the Pox is as natural now, as an Ague in the Spring time, we seldom take physic without it; here, take this key, you knew what duties belong too't, go,— give order for a cullis, let there be a good fire made i'th' matted chamber, do you hear sir?— I know my office sir. An old man's venery is very chargeable my masters, there much cookery belongs too't. Come Lady, you know where you are now? Yes, good master Gumwater. This is the old closet you know. I remember it well sir. There stands a Casket, I would my yearly revenue were but worth the wealth that's locked in't Lady; yet I have fifty pound a year wench. Beside your apparel sir? Yes faith have I. But then you reckon your chain sir.
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Torment me not. Fa le la, fa le la, fa la la, loh. Fury. Fa le la, fa le la, fa la la loh. Deuill! I do coniure thee once againe, By that ſoule-quaking thunder to depart, And leaue this chamber, freed from thy dambd Art. Stamps— It ha's preuayld—Oh my ſin-ſhaking Sinewes! what ſhould I thinke? Ieſper, why Ieſper. Sir! how now? what has diſturbed you ſir. A ſit, a qualme, —is miſtriſſe Hargraue gone? Who ſir? miſtriſſe Hargraue? Is ſhe gone I ſay? Gone? why ſhe was neuer here yet. No! Why no ſir. Art ſure ont. Sure ont? if I be ſure I breathe, and am my ſelfe? I like it not; —where kepſt thou? It'h next roome ſir. Why ſhe ſtruck by thee man. Youde make one mad ſir, that a gentlewoman ſhould ſteale by me and I not heare her, ſfoote, one may heare the ruſling of their bums almoſt an hower before we ſee 'em. I will be ſatisfide,—altho to hazard, What though her husband meete me? I am honeſt; When mens intenes are wicked, their guilt haunts em, But when they're iuſt, they're armd, and nothing daunts 'em. What ſtrange humour call you this? he dreames of weomen and both his eyes broad open! Why how now maſter Gumwater? what's the newes with your haſt? I haue a thing to tell your worſhip — Why prethee tell me, ſpeake man. Your worſhip ſhall pardon me, I haue better bringing vp then ſo. How ſir? Tis a thing made fit for your Eare ſir — Oh—o—o—cry you mercy, now I begin to taſte you,— is ſhe come? Shee's come ſir? Recouerd, well and ſound agen? That's to be feard ſir. Why ſir? She weares a Linnen cloth about her Iawe, Ha, ha, haw,—why that's the faſhion you whorſon Gumwater. The faſhion ſir? liue I ſo long time to ſee that a faſhion, which rather was an Embleme of diſprayſe, It was ſuſpected much in Mounſiers dayes. I, I, in thoſe dayes, that was a queaſie time, our age is better hardned now, and put oftner in the fire, we are tryed what we are: tut, the Pox is as naturall now, as an Ague in the Spring time, we ſeldome take phyſicke without it; here, take this key, you knew what dueties belong too't, goe,—giue order for a Cullize, let there be a good fire made it'h matted chamber, do you heare ſir?— I know my office ſir. An old mans venery is very chargeable my maſters, there much cooquery belongs too't. Come Lady, you know where you are now? Yes, good maſter Gumwater. This is the old cloſet you know. I remember it well ſir. There ſtands a Casket, I would my yearely reuenue were but worth the wealth thats lockt int Lady; yet I haue fifty pound a yeere wench. Beſide your apparrell ſir? Yes faith haue I. But then you recken your chaine ſir.