Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.86 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Noble Lord, 'tis thus. I have here (in mine honour) set this gentleman free, without ransom, he is now himself, his valour hath deserved it, in the eye of my judgement. monsieur Gasper you are dear to me: fortuna non mutuat genus. But to the main, if it may square with your Lordship's liking, and his love, I could desire that he were now instantly employed to your noble General in the exchange of Ferneze for yourself, it is the business that requires the tender hand of a friend. ay, and it would be with more speed effected, If he would undertake it. True my Lord. monsieur Gasper, how stand you affected to this motion? My duty must attend his Lordship's will. What says the Lord Chamont? My will doth then approve what these have urged. Why there is good harmony, good music in these monsieur Gasper, you shall protract no time, only I will give you a bowl of rich wine to the health of your General, another to the success of your journey, and a third to the love of my sword. Pass. Why how now sister in a motley muse? Go to, there's somewhat in the wind, I see. Faith this brown study suits not with your black, Your habit and your thoughts are of two colours. Good faith methinks that this young Lord Chamont favours my mother, sister, does he not? A motherly conceit, o blind excuse, Blinder than love himself. Well sister, well. Cupid hath ta'en his stand in both your eyes, The case is altered. And what of that? Nay nothing but a Saint. Another Bridget, one that for a face Would put down Vesta, in whose looks doth swim, The very sweetest cream of modesty. You to turn tippet? fie, fie, will you give A packing penny to Virginity. I thought you'd dwell so long in Cypress I'll, You'd worship Madam Venus at the length; But come, the strongest fall, and why not you? Nay, do not frown. Go. go, you fool. Adieu. Well I may jest, or so: but Cupid knows My taking is as bad, or worse than hers. O monsieur Gasper? if thou be'st a man, Be not afraid to court me, do but speak, Challenge thy right and wear it: for I swear Till thou arrivedst, near came affection here. Come on my sweet finical Pacue, the very prime Of Pages, here's an excellent place for us to practise in, nobody fees us here, come let's to it. Contenta: Reguarde, vou le Preimer. Sirrah Finio? Mort deiu le peasant. Didst thou see Valentine? Valentine? no. No? No. Sirrah Onion, whither goest? O I am vexed, he that would trust any of these lying travelers. I prithee stay good Onion. monsieur Onion, vene ca, come hidera, je vou prey. By gar me ha see two, tree, four hundred thousand of your Cousan hang. Lend me your hand, shall pray for know you bettra.
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Noble Lord, tis thus. I haue here (in mine honour) ſet this gentleman free, without ranſome, he is now himſelfe, his valour hath deſeru'd it, in the eye of my iudgement. Mounſieur Gaſper you are deere to me: fortuna non mutuat genus. But to the maine, if it may ſquare with your Lordſhips liking, and his loue, I could deſire that he were now inſtantly imployed to your noble Generall in the exchange of Ferneze for your ſelfe, it is the buſineſſe that requires the tender hand of a friend. I, and it would be with more ſpeed effected, If he would vndertake it. True my Lord. Mounſieur Gaſper, how ſtand you affected to this motion? My duty muſt attend his Lordſhips will. What ſayes the Lord Chamont? My will doth then apprroue what theſe haue vrg'd. Why there is good harmony, good muſicke in thise Mounſieur Gaſper, you ſhall protract no time, onely I will giue you a bowle of rich wine to the health of your Generall, another to the ſucceſſe of your iourney, and a third to the loue of my ſword. Paſſe. Why how now ſiſter in a motley muſe? Go to, thers ſomewhat in the wind, I ſee. Faith this browne ſtudy ſuites not with your blacke, Your habit and your thoughts are of two colours. Good faith me thinkes that this young Lord Chamont fauours my mother, ſiſter, does he not? A mothelry conceite, ô blind excuſe, Blinder then loue himſelfe. Well ſiſter, well. Cupid hath tane his ſtand in both your eyes, The caſe is alterd. And what of that? Nay nothing but a Saint. Another Bridget, one that for a face Would put downe Veſta, in whoſe lookes doth ſwim, The very ſweeteſt creame of modeſty. You to turne tippet? fie, fie, will you giue A packing penny to Virginity. I thought youl'd dwell ſo long in Cypres Ile, You'd worſhip Maddam Venus at the length; But come, the ſtrongeſt fall, and why not you? Nay, do not frowne. Go. go, you ſoole. Adiew. Well I may ieſt, or ſo: but Cupid knowes My taking is as bad, or worſe then hers. O Mounſieur Gaſper? if thou bee'ſt a man, Be not affraid to court me, do but ſpeake, Challenge thy right and weare it: for I ſweare Till thou arriud'ſt, nere came affection here. Come on my ſweet finicall Pacue, the very prime Of Pages, heres an excellent place for vs to practiſe in, No body fees vs here, come lets to it. Contenta: Reguarde, vou le Preimer. Sirra Finio? Mort deiu le peſant. Didſt thou ſee Valentine? Valentine? no. No? No. Sirrah Onion, whither goeſt? O I am vext, he that would truſt any of theſe lying trauellers. I prithee ſtay good Onion. Mounſieur Onion, vene ca, come hidera, Ie vou prey. By gar me ha ſee two, tree, foure hundra towſand of your Couſan hang. Lend me your hand, ſhall prey for know you bettra.