Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic 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, and gentlewomen. citizen's wives. And knights. In coaches. Yes, & oysterwomen. Beside other gallants. sailor's 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 Lobster, 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; Should be today pronounced, to all your friends. And where be your andirons now? and your brass pots? That should ha' been golden flagons, and great wedges? Let me but breath. What! They ha' shut their doors, Methinks! ay, now, 'tis holiday with them. Rogues, Cozeners, impostors, bawds. What mean you, sir? To enter if we can. Another man's house? Here is the owner, sir. Turn you to him, And speak your business. Are you, sir, the owner? Yes, sir. And are those knaves, within, your cheaters? What knaves? what cheaters? Subtle, and his Lungs. The gentleman is distracted, sir! No lungs, Nor lights ha' been seen here these three weeks, sir, Within these doors, upon my word! Your word, Groom arrogant? Yes, sir, I am the housekeeper, And know the keys ha' not been out o' my hands. This's a new FACE? You do mistake the house, sir! What sign was't at? You rascal! This is one O' the confederacy. Come, let's get officers, And force the door. Pray you stay, gentlemen. No, sir, we'll come with warrant. ay, and then, We shall ha' your doors open. What means this? I cannot tell, sir! These are two o'the gallants, That we do think we saw. Two o' the fools? You talk as idly as they. Good faith, sir, I think the Moon has crazed 'em all! (O me, The angry Boy come too? he'll make a noise, And near away till he have betrayed us all.) What rogues, bawds, slaves, you'll open the door anon, punk, cockatrice, my sister. By this light I'll fetch the marshal to you. You are a whore, To keep your castle— Who would you speak with, sir? The bawdy Doctor, and the cozening Captain, And PUS my sister. This is something, sure! Upon my trust, the doors were never open, sir.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
HAs there beene such resort, say you? Daily, sir. And nightly, too. I, some as braue as lords. Ladies, and gentlewomen. Citizens wiues. And knights. In coches. Yes, & oyster-women. Beside other gallāts. Sailors wiues. Tabacco-men. Another Pimlico! What should my knaue aduance, To draw this companie? He hung out no banners Of a strange Calfe, with fiue legs, to be seene? Or a huge Lobster, with sixe 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 Bills set vp, that promis'd cure Of agues, or the tooth-ach? No such thing, sir. Nor heard a drum strooke, for Babiouns, or Puppets? Neither, sir. What deuice 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 bawdy pictures, to call all this ging; Should be to day pronounc'd, to all your friends. And where be your andirons now? and your brasse pots? That should ha' beene golden flaggons, and great wedges? Let me but breath. What! They ha' shut their dores, Methinks! I, now, 'tis holy-day with them. Rogues, Coseners, impostors, bawds. What meane you, sir? To enter if we can. Another mans house? Here is the owner, sir. Turne you to him, And speake your businesse. Are you, sir, the owner? Yes, sir. And are those knaues, within, your cheaters? What knaues? what cheaters? SVBTLE, and his Lungs. The gentleman is distracted, sir! No lungs, Nor lights ha' beene seene here these three weekes, sir, Within these dores, vpon my word! Your word, Groome arrogant? Yes, sir, I am the house-keeper, And know the keyes ha' not beene out o' my hands. This's a new FACE? You doe mistake the house, sir! What signe was't at? You raskall! This is one O' the confederacie. Come, let's get officers, And force the dore. 'Pray you stay, gentlemen. No, sir, wee'll come with warrant. I, and then, We shall ha' your dores open. What meanes this? I cannot tell, sir! These are two o'the gallants, That we doe thinke we saw. Two o' the fooles? You talke as idly as they. Good faith, sir, I thinke the Moone has cras'd 'hem all! (O me, The angrie Boy come too? Hee'll make a noyse, And nere away till he haue betray'd vs all.) What rogues, bawds, slaues, you'll open the dore anone, Punque, cocatrice, my suster. By this light I'll fetch the marshall to you. You are a whore, To keepe your castle— Who would you speake with, sir? The bawdy Doctor, and the cosening Captaine, And PVS my suster. This is something, sure! Vpon my trust, the dores were neuer open, sir.