Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
HAs there been such resort, say you? Daily, Sir. And nightly, too. ay, some as brave as Lords. Ladies, & Gentlewomen. Citizen's Wives. And Knights. In Coaches. Yes and Oyster-women. Beside other Gallants. sailors Wives. Tobacco-men. Another Pimlico. What should my Knave advance, To draw this company? He hung out no Banners Of a strange Calf, with five legs, to be seen? Or a huge Lobstar, with six claws? No Sir. We had gone in, then, Sir. He has no gift Of Teaching i'the nose, that ere I knew of! You saw no Bills set up, that promised cure Of Agues, or the Toothache? No such thing, Sir. Nor heard a Drum struck, for Baboons, or Puppets? Neither Sir. What device should he bring forth now? I love a teeming wit, as I love my nourishment. Pray God he ha' not kept such open house, That he hath sold my hangings, and my bedding: I left him nothing else. If he have eat 'em, A plague o' the Moth, say I. Sure he has got Some bawdy Pictures, to call all this Ging; The Friar, and the Nun; or the new Motion Of the Knight's Courser, covering the Parson's Mare; The Boy of six year old, with the great thing: Or't may be, he has the fleas that run at ●ilt, Upon a Table, or some Dog to Dance? When saw you him? Who Sir, Ieremie? Ieremie Butler? We saw him not, this mont'h. How! Not these five weeks, Sir. These six weeks, at the least. Ye amaze me, Neighbours. Sure, if your Worship know not where he is, he's flipt away. Pray God, he be not made away. Ha? It's no time to question, then. About Some three weeks since, I heard a doleful cry, As I sat up, a mending my wives stockings. This's strange! that none will answer! Didst thou hear A cry, sayst thou? Yes Sir, like unto a Man That had been strangled an hour, and could not speak. I heard it too, just this day three weeks, at two a clock Next morning. These be miracles, or you make 'em so! A man an hour strangled, and could not speak, And both you heard him cry? Yes, downward, Sir. Thou art a wise fellow. Give me thy hand, I pray thee. What trade art thou, on? A Smith, and't please your Worship. A Smith? Then, lend me thy help, to get this door open. That I will presently, Sir, but fetch my tools— Sir. Best to knock again afore you break it. I Will. What mean you Sir? O, Here's 〈◊〉 Good Sir, Come from the door. Why? what's the matter? Yet farther, you are to near, yet. I'the name of wonder, What means the fellow? The House, Sir, has been visited. What? with the Plague? stand thou then farther. No, Sir. I had it not. Who had it then? I left None else, but thee, i'the house.
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HAs there beene such resort, say you? Daily, Sir. And nightly, too. I, some as braue as Lords. Ladies, & Gentlewomen. Citizens Wiues. And Knights. In Coaches. Yes and Oyster-women. Beside other Gallants. Saylors Wiues. Tabacco-men. Another Pimlico. What should my Knaue aduance, To draw this company? He hung out no Banners Of a strang Calfe, with fiue legs, to be seene? Or a huge Lobstar, with six clawes? No Sir. We had gone in, then, Sir. He has no guift Of Teaching i'the nose, that ere I knew of! You saw no Bils set vp, that promis'd cure Of Agues, or the Tooth-ach? No such thing, Sir. Nor heard a Drum strooke, for Babouns, or Puppets? Neither Sir. What deuise should he bring forth now? I loue a teeming wit, as I loue my nourishment. 'Pray God he ha' not kept such open house, That he hath sold my hangings, and my bedding: I left him nothing else. If he haue eate 'hem, A plague o' the Moath, say I. Sure he has got Some baudy Pictures, to call all this Ging; The Frier, and the Nun; or the new Mtion Of the Knights Courser, couering the Parsons Mare; The Boy of six yeare old, with the great thing: O't may be, he has the fleas that runne at ilt, Vpon a Table, or some Dog to Daunce? When saw you him? Who Sir, Ieremie? Ieremie Butler? We saw him not, this mont'h. How! Not these fiue weekes, Sir. These six weekes, at the least. Yo' amaze me, Neighbours. Sure, if your Worship know not where he is, Hee's flipt away. Pray God, he be not made away. Ha? It's no time to question, then. About Some three weekes since, I heard a dolefull cry, As I sate vp, a mending my wiues stockings. This's strange! that none will answere! Didst thou heare A cry, saist thou? Yes Sir, like vnto a Man That had beene strangled an hower, and could not speake. I heard it too, iust this day three weekes, at two a clock Next morning. These be miracles, or you make 'hem so! A man an hower strangled, and could not speake, And both you heard him cry? Yes, downward, Sir. Thou art a wise fellow. Giue me thy hand, I pray thee. What trade art thou, on? A Smith, and't please your Worship. A Smith? Then, lend me thy help, to get this dore open. That I will presently, Sir, but fetch my tooles— Sir. Best to knock againe afore you breake it. I Will. What meane you Sir? O, Here's Good Sir, Come from the dore. Why? what's the matter? Yet farder, you are to neare, yet. I'the name of wonder, What meanes the fellow? The House, Sir, has beene visited. What? with the Plague? stand thou thē farder. No, Sir. I had it not. Who had it then? I left None else, but thee, i'the house.