Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Yet a little more here Angelo, and then master Painter let Michael Angelo himself amend thee. For a perfect natural face, I care not if all the world explain it. So now take this glass, and give me my furniture, and have at your smoky chimney. Have at your smoky chimney Mistress Frank: here sir take up your occupation, and down with Snail for a chimney sweeper. Away, see if the coast be clear. I will sir. Take good view, look about to the doors and windows. Not a dog at a door, not a cat at a window. Appear in your likeness, and not with your quality. Chimney sweep; work for chimney sweep, wilt do sirrah? Admirably. Does my suit become me? Become you sir? would to heaven mistress Frank could bring you to the wearing of it always. I'll forth i'faith then; Maids in your smocks, set open your locks, Down, down, down: Let Chimney sweeper in: And he will sweep your chimneys clean, heigh derry, derry, down. How dost like my cry, ha? Out of all cry, I forbid Snail himself to creep beyond you. As God help, I begin to be proud on't: Chimney sweep. God's pity, who comes yonder? My nephew Lodowick; Gods me, I'll start back again. Nay there's no starting now, he'll see you go into your house then; fall into your note; stand to Snails person and I warrant you. Chimney sweep. How now Snail, how dost thou? Thank your good worship. methinks thy song is more hearty than 'twas wont to be, and thou look'st much better. Thank God and good friends sir; and a merry heart that prolongs life. Chimney sweep. Nay good Snail, let's talk a little, you know Rose mine uncle Lorenzo's maid Snail! That I do well sir. She complains of you Snail, and says, you're the bawdiest old knave in venery. Alas sir, she wrongs me: I am not fed thereafter, let her look for that commendation in her richer customers. Who are they Snail? I hope you do not mean mine uncle her Master; he's mine uncle and I love him well, and I know the old lickspiggot will be nibbling a little when he can come to't: but I must needs say he will do no hurt, he's as gentle as an Adder that has his teeth taken out. You're a merry Gentleman sir; and I have hasty labour in hand, I must crave pardon. Chimney sweep. What old Snail? how dost thou and thy chimneys? Marry sir I was asking him questions about one of them. What signor Lodovico? what one is that I pray? Mine uncle Lorenzo's maid Rose sir, and he will needs persuade me, her old master keeps her for his own saddle. Her old master? I dare swear they wrong him that say so; his very age would make him ashamed to be overtaken with those goatish licences. True sir, and his great authority in the City, that should whip such unseasonable lechers about the walls of it.
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Yet a little more heere Angelo, and then master Painter let Michael Angelo himselfe amend thee. For a perfect naturall face, I care not if all the world explaine it. So now take this glasse, and giue me my furniture, and haue at your smoaky chimney. Haue at your smoakie chimney Mistresse Franke: heere take vp your occupation, and downe with Snayle for a chimney sweeper. Aay, see if the coast be cleare. I will sir. Take good view, looke about to the doores and windowes. Not a dogge at a doore, not a cat at a window. Appeare in your likenesse, and not with your quality. Chimney sweepe; worke for chimney sweepe, wilt do sirha? Admirably. Does my sute become me? Become you sir? would to heauen mistresse Franke could bring you to the wearing of it alwaies. Ile forth yfaith then; Maids in your smocks, set open your locks, Downe, downe, downe: Let Chimney sweeper in: And he will sweepe your chimneys cleane, Hey derry, derry, downe. How do'st like my crie, ha? Out of all crie, I forbid Snayle himselfe to creepe beyond you. As God helpe, I begin to be proud on't: Chimney sweepe. Gods pitty, who comes yonder? My nephew Lodowicke; Gods me, Ile start backe againe. Nay ther's no starting now, hee'll see you go into your house then; fall into your note; stand to Snayles person and I warrant you. Chimney sweepe. How now Snayle, how do'st thou? Thanke your good worship. Me thinkes thy song is more hearty then 'twas wont to be, and thou look'st much better. Thanke God and good friends sir; and a merry heart that prolongs life. Chimney sweepe. Nay good Snayle, lets talke a little, you know Rose mine vncle Lorensoes maide Snayle! That I do well sir. She complaines of you Snayle, and sayes, y'are the bawdiest old knaue in venery. Alas sir, she wrongs me: I am not fedde thereafter, let her looke for that commendation in her richer customers. Who are they Snayle? I hope you doe not meane mine vncle her Master; hee's mine vncle and I loue him well, and I know the old lickspiggot will be nibling a little when he can come too't: but I must needs say he will do no hurt, hee's as gentle as an Adder that has his teeth taken out. Y'are a merry Gentleman sir; and I haue haslie labour in hand, I must craue pardon. Chimney sweepe. What old Snayle? how do'st thou and thy chimneyes? Marry sir I was asking him questions about one of them. What Signior Lodouico? what one is that I pray? Mine vncle Lorenzos maide Rose sir, and hee will needs perswade me, her old master keepes her for his owne saddle. Her old master? I dare sweare they wrong him that say so; his very age would make him asham'd to be ouertaken with those goatish licences. True sir, and his great authority in the Citie, that should whippe such vnseasonable letchers about the wals of it.