Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.85 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Do, good sir. But what have you done to him within, that should provoke him thus? you have broke some jest upon him, afore the ladies— Not I, never in my life, broke jest upon any man. The bride was praising sir DAUPHINE, and he went away in snuff, and I followed him, unless he took offence at me, in his drink ere while, that I would not pledge all the horse full. By my faith, and that may be, you remember well: but he walks the round up and down, through every room o' the house, with a towel in his hand, crying, where's LA-FOOLE? who saw LA-FOOLE? and when DAUPHINE, and I, demanded the cause, we can force no answer from him, but (O revenge, how sweet art thou! I will strangle him in this towel) which leads us to conjecture, that the main cause of his fury is for bringing your meat to day, with a towel about you, to his discredit. Like enough. Why, and he be angry for that, I'll stay here, till his anger be blown over. A good becoming resolution, sir. If you can put it on o' the sudden. Yes, I can put it on. Or, I'll away into the country presently. How will you get out o' the house, sir? He knows you are i' the house, and he'll watch you this seven-night but he'll have you. he'll out-wait a sergeant for you. Why, then I'll stay here. You must think, how to victual yourself in time, then. Why, sweet master TRVE-WIT, will you entreat my cousin OTTER, to send me a cold venison pasty, a bottle or two of wine, and a chamber pot. A stool were better, sir, of sir AJAX his invention. I, that will be better indeed: and a palate to lie on. O, I would not advise you to sleep by any means. Would you not, sir? why, then I will not. Yet, there's another fear— Is there, sir? What is't? No, he cannot break open this door with his foot, sure. I'll set my back against it, sir. I have a good back. But, then if he should batter. Batter! if he dare, I'll have an action of battery, against him. Cast you the worst. He has sent for powder already, and what he will do with it, no man knows: perhaps blow up the corner o' the house, where he suspects you are. Here he comes, in quickly. I protest, sir JOHN DAW, he is not this way: what will you do? before god, you shall hang no petard here. I'll die rather. Will you not take my word? I never knew one but would be satisfied. Sir AMOROUS, there's no standing out. He has made a petard of an old brass pot, to force your door. Think upon some satisfaction, or terms, to offer him. Sir, I'll give him any satisfaction. I dare give any terms.
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Doe, good sir. But what haue you done to him within, that should prouoke him thus? you haue broke some iest vpon him, afore the ladies— Not I, neuer in my life, broke iest vpon any man. The bride was praising sir DAVPHINE, and he went away in snuffe, and I followed him, vnlesse he tooke offence at me, in his drinke ere while, that I would not pledge all the horse full. By my faith, and that may bee, you remember well: but hee walkes the round vp and downe, through euery roome o' the house, with a towell in his hand, crying, where's LA-FOOLE? who saw LA-FOOLE? and when DAVPHINE, and I, demanded the cause, wee can force no answere from him, but (Ô reuenge, how sweet art thou! I will strangle him in this towell) which leads vs to coniecture, that the maine cause of his furie is for bringing your meate to day, with a towell about you, to his discredit. Like inough. Why, and he be angrie for that, I'll stay here, till his anger be blowne ouer. A good becomming resolution, sir. If you can put it on o' the sudden. Yes, I can put it on. Or, I'll away into the country presently. How will you get out o' the house, sir? Hee knowes you are i' the house, and hee'll watch you this se'n-night but hee'll haue you. Hee'll out-wait a sargeant for you. Why, then I'll stay here. You must thinke, how to victuall your selfe in time, then. Why, sweet master TRVE-WIT, will you entreat my cousin OTTER, to send me a cold venison pasty, a bottle or two of wine, and a chamber pot. A stoole were better, sir, of sir A-IAX his inuention. I, that will be better indeed: and a pallat to lie on. O, I would not aduise you to sleepe by any meanes. Would you not, sir? why, then I will not. Yet, there's another feare— Is there, sir? What is't? No, he cannot breake open this dore with his foot, sure. I'll set my backe against it, sir. I haue a good backe. But, then if he should batter. Batter! if he dare, I'll haue an action of batt'ry, against him. Cast you the worst. He has sent for poulder alreadie, and what he will doe with it, no man knowes: perhaps blow vp the corner o' the house, where he suspects you are. Here he comes, in quickly. I protest, sir IOHN DAW, he is not this way: what will you doe? before god, you shall hang no petarde here. I'll die rather. Will you not take my word? I neuer knew one but would be satisfied. Sir AMOROVS, there's no standing out. He has made a petarde of an old brasse pot, to force your dore. Thinke vpon some satisfaction, or termes, to offer him. Sir, I'll giue him any satisfaction. I dare giue any termes.