Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 489 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.
If she should have precedence of her mistress? Yes. What box is that? The fishwives rings, I think: And th'alewives single money. Is't not DOL? Yes: and the whistle, that the sailors wife Brought you, to know, and her husband were with WARD. we'll wet it tomorrow: and our silver-beakers, And tavern cups. Where be the French petticoats, And girdles, and hangers? Here, i' the trunk, And the bolts of lawn. Is DRVGGERS damask, there? And the tobacco? Yes. Give me the keys. Why you the keys! No matter, DOL: because We shall not open 'em, before he comes. 'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed: Nor have 'em forth. Do you see? Not forth, DOL. No! No, my smock-rampant. The right is, my master Knows all, has pardoned me, and he will keep 'em, Doctor, 'tis true (you look) for all your figures: I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners, Both he, and she, be satisfied: for, here Determines the indenture tripartite, Twixt Subtle, DOL, and FACE. All I can do Is to help you over the wall, o' the backside; Or lend you a sheet, to save your velvet gown, DOL. Here will be officers, presently; bethink you, Of some course suddenly to scape the dock: For thither you'll come else. Hark you, thunder. You are a precious fiend! Open the door. DOL, I am sorry for thee i'faith. But hearst thou? It shall go hard, but I will place thee somewhere: Thou shalt ha' my letter to mistress AMO. Hang you— Or madame Caesarean. Pox upon you, rogue, Would I had but time to beat thee. Subtle, Let's know where you set up next; I'll send you A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: What new course ha'you? Rogue, I'll hang myself: That I may walk a greater devil, than thou, And haunt thee i' the flock-bed, and the buttery. WHat do you mean, my masters? Open your door, Cheaters, bawds, conjurers. Or we'll break it open. What warrant have you? Warrant enough, sir, doubt not: If you'll not open it. Is there an officer, there? Yes, two, or three for failing. Have but patience, And I will open it straight. Sir, ha' you done? Is it a marriage? perfect? Yes, my brain. Off with your ruff, and cloak then, be yourself, sir. Down with the door. 'Slight, ding it open. Hold. Hold gentlemen, what means this violence? Where is this collier? And my Captain FACE? These day-owls. That are birding in men's purses. Madame Suppository. Doxy, my sister. Locusts Of the foul pit. Profane as BAEL, and the Dragon. Worse than the Grasshoppers, or the Lice of Egypt. Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence? Keep the peace. Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom do you seek? Be patient ANANIAS. I am strong, And will stand up, well girt, against an host, That threaten GAD in exile.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If shee should haue precedence of her mistris? Yes. What boxe is that? The fish-wiues rings, I thinke: And th'ale-wiues single money. Is't not DOL? Yes: and the whistle, that the saylors wife Brought you, to know, and her husband were with WARD. Wee'll wet it to morrow: and our siluer-beakers, And tauerne cups. Where be the French petti-coats, And girdles, and hangers? Here, i' the trunke, And the bolts of lawne. Is DRVGGERS damaske, there? And the tabacco? Yes. Giue me the keyes. Why you the keyes! No matter, DOL: because We shall not open 'hem, before he comes. 'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed: Nor haue 'hem forth. Doe you see? Not forth, DOL. No! No, my smock-rampant. The right is, my master Knowes all, has pardon'd me, and he will keepe 'hem, Doctor, 'tis true (you looke) for all your figures: I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners, Both hee, and shee, be satisfied: for, here Determines the indenture tripartite, Twixt SVBTLE, DOL, and FACE. All I can doe Is to helpe you ouer the wall, o' the back-side; Or lend you a sheet, to saue your veluet gowne, DOL. Here will be officers, presently; bethinke you, Of some course sodainely to scape the dock: For thether you'll come else. Harke you, thunder. You are a precious fiend! Open the dore. DOL, I am sorry for thee i-faith. But hearst thou? It shall goe hard, but I will place thee some-where: Thou shalt ha' my letter to mistris AMO. Hang you— Or madame Caesarean. Poxe vpon you, rogue, Would I had but time to beat thee. SVBTLE, Let's know where you set vp next; I'll send you A customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: What new course ha'you? Rogue, I'll hang my selfe: That I may walke a greater diuell, then thou, And haunt thee i' the flock-bed, and the buttery. WHat doe you meane, my masters? Open your dore, Cheaters, bawds, coniurers. Or wee'll breake it open. What warrant haue you? Warrant inough, sir, doubt not: If you'll not open it. Is there an officer, there? Yes, two, or three for fayling. Haue but patience, And I will open it straight. Sir, ha' you done? Is it a marriage? perfect? Yes, my braine. Off with your ruffe, and cloake then, be your selfe, sir. Downe with the dore. 'Slight, ding it open. Hold. Hold gentlemen, what meanes this violence? Where is this Colliar? And my Captaine FACE? These day-Owles. That are birding in mens purses. Madame Suppository. Doxey, my sister. Locusts Of the foule pit. Profane as BEL, and the Dragon. Worse then the Grasse-hoppers, or the Lice of Egypt. Good gentlemen, heare me. Are you officers, And cannot stay this violence? Keepe the peace. Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom doe you seeke? Be patient ANANIAS. I am strong, And will stand vp, well girt, against an host, That threaten GAD in exile.