Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I thank you good signor Parla vou? O that I were in another world, in the Ingies, or somewhere, that I might have room to laugh. A we for't boon: stand? you be dear now, me come, Boon iour monsieur. God morrow good signor. By gar, be mush glad for see you. I return you most kind thanks sir. How? how? 'sblood this is rare? Nay, shall make you say rare by and by, regard monsieur Finio, signor Pache. Dieu vou gard monsieur. God save you sweet signor monsieur Onion? is not for't boon. bean? quoth he, would I were in debt of a pottle of beans I could do as much. Welcome signor, what's next? O here, Void de grand admiration, as should meet perchance monsieur Finio, monsieur Pacue Iesu? by Gar who think we shall meet here? By this hand I am not a little proud of it, sir This trick is only forth the chamber, it cannot be cleanly done abroad, Well what say you for dis den? monsieur: Nay pray, sir. Par ma foy vou bein encounters? What do you mean sir, let your glove alone. Comen, se port la sante. Faith exceeding well sir. Trot, be mush joy for heir. And how is't with you sweet signor Pache. Fat come vou voyer. Young gentlemen? spirits of blood, if ever you'll taste of a sweet piece of mutton, do Onion a good turn now. Que que, parla monsieur, what is't. Faith teach me one of these tricks. O me shall do presently, stand you dear, you signor dear, myself is here: so fort bein, now I parley to monsieur Onion, Onion pratla to you, you speak-a to me, so, and as you parley change the bonnet, monsieur Onion. monsieur Finio. monsieur Pacue. Pray be covera. Nay I beseech you sir. What do you mean. Pardon moy, shall be so, O God sir. Not I in good faith sir. By gar you must. It shall be yours. Nay then you wrong me, Well and ever I come to be great. You be big enough for de Onion already, I mean a great man. Then thou'dst be a monster. Well God knows not what fortune may do, command me, use me from the soul to the crown, and the crown to the soul: meaning not only from the crown of the head, and the sole of the foot, but also the foot of the mind and the crowns of the purse, I cannot stay now young gentlemen but— time was, time is, and time shall be. Sweet Iasper I am sorry we must part, But strong necessity enforceth it. Let not the time seem long unto my friend, Till my return for by our love I swear (The sacred sphere wherein our souls are knit) I will endeavour to effect this business With all industrious care and happy speed.
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I thanke you good ſignior Parla vou? O that I were in an other world, in the Ingies, or ſome where, that I might haue roome to laugh. A we fort boon: ſtand? you be deere now, me come, Boon iour Mounſieur. God morrow good ſignior. By gar, be muſh glad for ſee you. I returne you moſt kind thanks ſir. How? how? Sbloud this is rare? Nay, ſhall make you ſay rare by and by, Reguard Mounſieur Finio, Signior Pache. Dieu vou gard Mounſieur. God ſaue you ſweet ſignior Mounſieur On ion? is not fort boon. Beane? quoth he, would I were in debt of a pottle of beanes I could do as much. Welcome ſignior, whats next? O here, Void de grand admiration, as ſhould meet perchance Mounſieur Finio, Mounſieur Pacue Ieſu? by Gar who thinke wee ſhall meete here? By this hand I am not a little proud of it, ſir This trick is onely for the the chamber, it cannot be cleanly done abroad, Well what ſay you for dis den? Mounſieur: Nay pray, ſir. Par ma foy vou bein encounters? What doe you meane ſir, let your gloue alone. Comen, ſe porte la ſante. Faith exceeding well ſir. Trot, be muſh ioy for heire. And how iſt with you ſweet ſignior Pache. Fat comme vou voyer. Yong gentlemen? ſpirits of bloud, if euer youle taſt of a ſweet peece of mutton, do Onion a good turne now. Que que, parla Mounſeir, what iſt. Faith teach me one of theſe tricks. O me ſhall doe preſently, ſtand you deere, you ſignior deere, my ſelfe is here: ſo fort bein, now I parle to Mounſeir Onion, Onion pratla to you, you ſpeaka to me, ſo, and as you parle chang the bonet, Mounſeir Onion. Mounſeiur Finio. Mounſeur Pacue. Pray be couera. Nay I beſeech you ſir. What do you meane. Pardon moy, ſhall be ſo, O God ſir. Not I in good faith ſir. By gar you muſt. It ſhall be yours. Nay then you wrong me, Well and euer I come to be great. You be big enough for de Onion already, I meane a great man. Then thou'dſt be a monſter. Well God knowes not what fortune may doe, commaund me, vſe me from the ſoule to the crowne, and the crowne to the ſoule: meaning not onely from the crowne of the head, and the ſole of the foot, but alſo the foote of the mind and the crownes of the purſe, I cannot ſtay now yong gentlemen but — time was, time is, and time ſhall be. Sweet Iaſper I am ſorry we muſt part, But ſtrong neceſſity enforceth it. Let not the time ſeeme long vnto my friend, Till my returne for by our loue I ſweare (The ſacred ſpheare wherein our ſoules are knit) I will endeauour to effect this buſines With all induſtrious care and happy ſpeed.