Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels 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.
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 today, 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 Tru-wit, will you entreat my Cousin Otter, to send me a cold Venison pastry, a Bottle or two of Wine, and a Chamber Pot. A stool were better, Sir, of Sir Ajax his invention. ay, 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, than 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, than 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 Iohn 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, a-fore the Ladies— Not I, neuer in my life, broke Ieſt vpon any man. The Bride was prayſing Sir Dauphine, and he went away in ſnuffe, and I followed him, vnleſſe he tooke offence at me, in his drink ere while, that I would not pledge al the horſe full. By my faith, and that may be, you remember well: but he walkes the round vp and down, through euery roome o'the houſe, with a Towell in his hand, crying, where's La-Foole? who ſaw La-Foole? and when Dauphine, and I, demanded the cauſe, wee can force no anſwere fom him, but (ô reuenge, how ſweete 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 angry 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 Countrey 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 Seriant for you. Why, then I'll ſtay here. You muſt thinke, how to victuall your ſelfe in time, then. Why, ſweet Maſter Tru-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 lye 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, hee cannot breake open this doore with his foote, 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. Hee has ſent for poulder alreadie, and what he will doe with it, no man knowes: perhaps blow vp the corner o'the houſe where bee 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 hag no petar de here. I'll dye rather Will you not take my word? I neuer knew one but would be ſatisfied. Sir Amorous, there's no ſtanding out. Hee has made a petarde of an olde braſſe Pot, to force your doore. Thinke vpon ſome ſatisfaction or termes, to offer him. Sir, I'll giue him any ſatisfaction. I dare giue any termes.