The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 18 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
The poor Gentleman's almost out on's wits I think. You remember the displeasure his Father took against him about the liberty of speech he used even now when your daughter went to be married. Yes, what of that? 'thas crazed him sure: he met a poor man i'the street even now. upon what quarrel I know not: but he pursued him so violently, that if my house had not been his rescue; he had surely killed him. What a strange desperate young man is that! Nay husband, he grew so in rage when he saw the man was conveyed from him, that he was ready even to have drawn his naked weapon upon me. And had not your knocking at the door prevented him; surely he'd done something to me. Where's the man? Alas here. I warrant you the poor fearful soul is scarce come to himself again yet.— If the fool have any wit he will apprehend me.— Do you hear sir You may be bold to come forth; the Fury that haunted you is gone. Are you sure he is gone? he's gone; he's gone, I warrant thee. I would I were gone too. Has shook me almost into a dead palsy. How fell the difference between you? I would I were out at the back door. thouart safe enough. Prithee tell's the falling out. Yes sir, when I have recovered my spirits. My memory is almost frighted from me.— Oh so, so, so.— Why Sir, as I came along the street Sir;— this same Gentleman came stumbling after me, and trod o'my heel,— I cried O. Do you cry sirrah? says he. Let me see your heel; if it be not hurt, I'll make you cry for something. So he claps my head between his legs, and pulls off my shoe. I having shifted no socks in a sea' night, the Gentleman cried foh; and said my feet were base and cowardly feet, they stunk for fear. Then he knocked my shoe about my pate, and I cried O, once more. In the mean time comes a shag. haired dog by, and rubs against his shins. The Gentleman took the dog in shag-hair to be some Watchman in a rug gown; and swore he would hang me up at the next door with my lantern in my hand, that passengers might see their way as they went without rubbing against gentlemen's shins. So, for want of a Cord. he took his own garters off; and as he was going to make a noose, I watched my time and ran away. And as I ran (indeed) I bid him hang himself in his own garters. So he in choler, pursued me hither as you see. Why this savours of distraction. Of mere distraction. howsoever it savours, I am sure it smells like a lie. Thou mayst go forth at the back door (honest fellow) the way is private and safe.
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The poore Gentleman's almost out on's wits I thinke. You remember the displeasure his Father tooke against him about the liberty of speech he vs'd euen now when your daughter went to be marryed. Yes, what of that? T'has craz'd him sure: he met a poore man i'the street euen now. Vpou what quarrell I know not: but hee pursued him so violently, that if my house had not beene his rescue; he had surely kid him. What a strange desperate young man is that! Nay husband, hee grew so in rage when hee saw the man was conueyed from him, that he was ready euen to haue drawne his naked weapon vpon mee. And had not your knocking at the doore preuented him; surely h'ad done something to mee. Where's the man? Alas here. I warrant you the poore fearefull soule is scarce come to himselfe againe yet.—If the foole haue any wit hee will apprehend mee.—Doe you heare sir You may be bold to come forth; the Fury that haunted you is gone. Are you sure hee is gone? Hee's gone; hee's gone, I warrant thee. I would I were gone too. Has shooke mee almost into a dead palsie. How fell the difference betweene you? I would I were out at the backe doore. Th'art safe enough. Prithee tell's the falling out. Yes sir, when I haue recouered my spirits. My memory is almost frighted from mee.—Oh so, so, so.— Why Sir, as I came along the streete Sir;—this same Gentleman came stumbling after mee, and trod o'my hecle,— I cryed O. Doe you cry sirrah? saies hee. Let mee see your heele; if it be not hurt, Ile make you cry for something. So he claps my head betweene his legges, and pulles off my shooe. I hauing shifted no sockes in a sea' night, the Gentleman cryed foh; and said my feete were base and cowardly feete, they stuncke for feare. Then hee knock'd my shooe about my pate, and I cryed O, once more. In the meane time comes a shag. hair'd dogge by, and rubbes against his shinnes. The Gentleman tooke the dog in shagge-haire to be some Watch-man in a rugge gowne; and swore hee would hang mee vp at the next doore with my lanthorne in my hand, tht passengers might see their way as they went without rubbing against Gentlemens shinnes. So, for want of a Cord. hee tooke his owne garters off; and as he was going to make a nooze, I watch'd my time and ranne away. And as I ranne (indeede) I bid him hang himselfe in his owne gatters. So hee in choler, puisued mee hither as you see. Why this sauours of distraction. Of meere distraction. How soeuer it sauours, I am sure it smels like a lye. Thou maist goe forth at the backe doore (honest fellow) the way is priuate and safe.