Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.89 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Anon anon sir. Come hither Gumwater. That were small manners sir i'faith, i'll find a time anon your worship's busy yet. Why Gumwater? Foe nay then you'll make me blush i'faith sir.— Where's this Creature? What creature is't you'd have sir? The worst that ever breathes. That's a wild Boar sir. That's a wild whore sir;— where didst thou leave her Rascal? Who? your Recreation sir. My Execration sir. Where I was wont, in your worship's closet. A pox engross her, it appears too true, See you this Casket sir. My chain, my chain, my chain, my one and only chain. Thou run'st to much purpose now, Gumwater, ye? Is not a Quean enough to answer for, but she must join a thief too't, a thieving Quean, Nay I have done with her i'faith, 'tis a sign sh'as been sick a late, for she's a great deal worse than she was, by my troth I would have pawned my life upon't, did she want anything? was she not supply de? Nay and liberally, for that's an old man's sin, we'll feast our Lechery, though we starve our kin. Is not my name Sir Bounteous, am I not expressed there? Ah fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, but I perceive Though she have never so complete a friend, a strumpet's love will have a waste i'th' end, and distaste the vessel: I can hardly bear this; But say I should complain, perhaps she has pawned 'em, 'sfoot the judges will but laugh at it, and bid her borrow more money of 'em, make the old fellow pay for's lechery, that's all the mends I get, I have seen the same Case tried at Newbery the last Sizes. Well, things must slip and sleep, I will dissemble it, because my credit shall not lose her lustre, But whilst I live, i'll neither love nor trust her. I ha' done, I ha' done, I ha' done with her i'faith. who's that knocks? A friend. What's your will sir? Is master Hargrave at home? No, newly gone from it sir. Where's the gentlewoman his wife? My mistress is within sir. When came she in I pray? Who my mistress? she was not out these two days to my knowledge. No? trust me I'd thought I'd seen her, I would request a word with her. I'll tell her sir. I thank you— It likes me worse and worse.— Why how now sir? 'twas desperately adventured, I little looked for you until the morrow. No? why what made you at my chamber then even now? I at your chamber? Puh— dissemble not, come, come, you were there. By my life you wrong me sir. What? First you're not ignorant what watch keeps o'er me, And for your chamber, as I live I know't not. Burst into sorrow then, and griefs extremes, Whilst I beat on this flesh.
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Anon anon ſir. Come hither Gumwater. That were ſmall manners ſir yfaith, ile find a time anon your worſhip's buſie yet. Why Gumwater? Fo nay then youle make me bluſh yfaith ſir.— Where's this Creature? What creature iſt you'de haue ſir? The worſt that euer breathes. Thats a wild Bore ſir. That's a vilde whore ſir;—where didſt thou leaue her Raſcall? Who? your Recreation ſir. My Execration ſir. Where I was wont, in your worſhips cloſet. A pox engroſſe her, it appeares too true, See you this Casket ſir. My chayne, my chayne, my chayne, my one and only chayne. Thou runſt to much purpoſe now, Gumwater, yee? Is not a Queane ynough to anſwer for, but ſhe muſt ioyne a theefe too't, a theeuing Queane, Nay I haue done with her yfaith, tis a ſigne ſh'as beene ſicke a late, for ſhee's a great deale worſe then ſhe was, by my troth I would haue paund my life vpon't, did ſhe want anything? was ſhe not ſupply de? Nay and liberally, for thats an olds mans ſinne, Weele feaſt our Lechery, though we ſtarue our kin. Is not my name Sir Bounteous, am I not expreſt there? Ah fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, but I perceiue Tho ſhe haue neuer ſo compleate a friend, a ſtrumpets loue will haue a waſt i'th end, and diſtaſt the veſſell: I can hardly beare this; But ſay I ſhould complaine, perhaps ſhe has pawnd 'em, Sfoote the Iudges will but laugh at it, and bid her borrowe more money of em, make the old fellow pay for's lechery, thats all the mends I get, I haue ſeene the ſame Cafe tryed at Newbery the laſt Sizes. Well, things muſt ſlip and ſleepe, I will diſſemble it, becauſe my credit ſhall not looſe her luſtre, But whilſt I liue, ile neyther loue nor truſt her. I ha done, I ha done, I ha done with her yfaith. Who'ſe that knocks? A friend. Whats your will ſir? Is maſter Hargraue at home? No, newly gone from it ſir. Where's the gentlewoman his wife? My miſtriſſe is within ſir. When came ſhe in I pray? Who my miſtriſſe? ſhe was not out theſe two dayes to my knowledge. No? truſt me Ide thought I'de ſeene her, I would requeſt a word with her. Ile tell her ſir. I thanke you—It likes me worſe and worſe.— Why how now ſir? twas deſperately aduenturd, I little lookt for you vntill the morrow. No? why what made you at my chamber then euen now? I at your chamber? Puh—diſſemble not, come, come, you were there. By my life you wrong me ſir. What? Firſty' are not ignorant what watch keeps o're me, And for your chamber, as I liue I knowt not. Burſt into ſorrow then, and greeſes extreames, Whilſt I beate on this fleſh.