Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
This sir, they say some of our city dames Were much desirous to see the Baboons Do their newest tricks, went, saw them, came home, Went to bed, slept, next morning one of them, Being to shift a smock, sends down her maid, To warm her one, meanwhile she 'gins to think On the baboons tricks, and naked in her bed Begins to practise some, at last she strove, To get her right leg over her head; thus: And by her activity she got it Cross he shoulder: but not with all her power, Could she reduce it, at last much struggling Tumbles quite from the bed upon the flower, The maid by this returned with the warm smock, And seeing her mistress thrown on the ground Trust up like a football, exclaims, calls help, Runs down amazed, swears that her mistress neck Is broke up comes her husband and neighbours, And finding her thus trussed, some flatly said She was bewitch, others she was possessed, A third said for her pride, the Devil had set Her face where her rump should stand, but at last Her valiant husband steps me boldly to her, Helps her; she a ashamed; her husband amazed, The neighbours laughing as none forbear, She tells them of the fatal accident. To which one answers, that if her husband Would leave his trade, and carry his wife about To do this trick in public, she'd get more gold Than all the baboons, Calves with two tails, Or motions whatsoever. You are a wag, He willbe gone if we neglect to stay him. Shall I cough or sneeze. Noah I ha''t stand aside, ay me my handkercher Adriana, Fabia. Mistress, Run, run I have let my handkercher fall, Gentleman shall I entreat a courtesy, Within my power your beauty shall command. What courtesy is't. To stoop and take up, My handkercher. Your desire is performed. Sir most hearty thanks: please you come in Your welcome shall transcend your expectation. I accept your courtesy, ha! what's this? Assailed by fear and hope in a moment. Boucher this womanish passion fits not men, Who know the worth of freedom: shall smiles and eyes With their lascivious glances conquer him Hath still been Lord of his affections? Shall simpering niceness loadstones but to fools, Attract a knowing spirit: it shall, it does, Not Phoebus rising from Aurora's lap, Spreads his bright rays with more majestic grace Then came the glances from her quickening eye And what of this. By my troth I know not I will not enter: continued flames burn strong, I yet am free and reason keeps her seat, Above all fond affections yet is she fair. Sir I bring you thanks for this great courtesy, And if you please to enter I dare presume, My mistress will afford you gracious welcome, How do men call your mistress. The man's in love. Her name sir is Mistress Changeable, late wife To master Tafata Mercer deceased. I have heard she is both rich and beautiful, In th' eyes of such as love her, judge yourself. Please you but prick forward and enter,
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This sir, they say some of our citty dames Were much desirous to see the Baboones Doe their newest trickes, went, saw them, came home, Went to bed, slept, next morning one of them, Being to shift a smocke, sends downe her maide, To warme her one, meane while she gins to thinke On the Babones tricks, and naked in her bed Begins to practise some, at last she stroue, To gett her right leg ouer her head; thus: And by her actiuity she got it Crosse he shoulder: but not withall her power, Could she reduce it, at last much strugling Tumbles quite from the bed vpon the flower, The maide by this return'd with the warme smocke, And seeing her mistris throwne on the ground Trust vp like a foote-ball, exclaimes, calles helpe, Runnes downe amazd, sweares that her mistris necke Is broke vp comes her husband and neighbours, And finding her thus trus'd, some flatly said She was bewitch, others she was possest, A third said for her pride, the Diuell had set Her face where her rumpe should stand, but at last Her valiant husband steppes me boldly to her, Helpes her; she a shamed; her husband amazed, The neighbours laughing as none forbeare, She tells them of the fatall accident. To which one answers, that if her husband Would leaue his trade, and carry his wife about To doe this tricke in publike, she'd get more gold Then all the Babones, Calues with two tayles, Or motions what soeuer. You are a wag, He wilbe gone if we neglect to stay him. Shall I cough or sneeze. Noe I ha't stand a side, Aye me my handkertcher Adriand, Fabia. Mistris, Runne, runne I haue let my handkertcher fall, Gentleman shall I intreate a curtesie, Within my power your beauty shall command. What curtesie ist. To stoope and take vp, My handkertcher. Your desire is performd. Sir most hearty thankes: please you come in Your welcome shall transcend your expectation. I accept your curtesie, ha! whats this? Assayld by feare and hope in a moment. Boucher this womanish passion fits not men, Who know the worth of freedome: shall smyles and eyes With their lasciuious glances conquer him Hath still beene Lord of his affections? Shall simpring nisenesse load-stones but to fooles, Attract a knowing spirrit: t shall, it dooes, Not Phaebus rising from Auroras lap, Spreds his bright raies with more maiestique grace Then came the glances from her quickning eye And what of this. By my troth I know not I will not enter: continued flames burne strong, I yet am free and reason keepes her seate, Aboue all fond affections yet is she fayre. Sir I bring you thankes for this great curtesie, And if you please to enter I dare presume, My mistris will afford you gratious welcome, How doe men call your mistris. The mans in loue. Her name sir is Mistris Changeable, late wife To maister Tafata Mercer deceast. I haue heard she is both rich and beautifull, In th' eyes of such as loue her, iudge your selfe. Please you but pricke forward and enter,