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 · 487 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 your pleasure with me, Gentlemen; I believe in you: and that deserves no delusion— You shall find none, Sir: but heaped, heaped plenty of vexation. What wilt thou do now, Wit? Recover me hither Otter, and the Barber if you can, by any means, presently. Why? to what purpose? O, I'll make the deepest Divine, and gravest Lawyer, out o' them two, for him— Thou canst not man, these are waking Dreams. Do not fear me. Clap but a Civil Gown with a Welt, o' the one; and a Canonical Cloak with Sleeves, o' the other: and give 'em a few terms i' their mouths, if there come not forth as able a Doctor, and complete a Parson, for this turn, as may be wished, trust not my Election. And, I hope without wronging the dignity of either Profession, since they are but persons put on, and for mirth's sake, to torment him. The Barber smatters Latin, I remember. Yes, and Otter too. Well then, if I make 'em not wrangle out this Case, to his no comfort, let me be thought a lack Daw, or La-Foole, or any thing worse, Go you to your Ladies, but first send for them. I will. WHere had you our Swords, Master Clerimont? Why, Dauphine took 'em from the madman. And he took 'em from our Boys, I warrant you? Very like, Sir. Thank you good Master Clerimont. Sir Iohn Daw, and I are both beholden to you. Would I knew how to make you so, Gentlemen: Sir Amorous, and I are your Servants, Sir. Gentlemen, have any of you a pen-and-ink. I would fain write out a Riddle in Italian, for Sir Dauphine, to translate. Not I, in troth Lady, I am no Scrivener. I can furnish you, I think, Lady. He has it in the Haft of a Knife, I believe! No, he has his Box of Instruments. Like a surgeon! For the Mathematics: his Squire, his Compasses, his Brass Pens, and Black-lead, to draw Maps of every place, and person, where he comes. How, Maps of persons! Yes, Sir, of Nomentack, when he was here, and of the Prince of Moldavia, and of Mistress, Mistress Epicane. Away! he has not found our her Latitude, I hope. You are a pleasant Gentleman, Sir. Faith, now we are in private, let's wanton it a little, and talk waggishly. Sir Iohn, I am telling Sir Amorous here, that you two govern the Ladies, where'er you come. you carry the Feminine Gender afore you. They shall rather carry us afore them, if they will, Sir. Nay, I believe that they do, withal— But, that you are the prime-men in their affections, and direct all their actions— Not I: Sir Amorous is. I protest, Sir Iohn is. As I hope to rise i' the state, Sir Amorous, you ha' the person. Sir Iohn, you ha' the person, and the Discourse too.
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Doe your pleaſure with mee, Gentlemen; I beleeue in you: and that deſerues no deluſion— You ſhall find none, Sir: but heapt, heapt plentie of vexation. What wilt thou doe now, Wit? Recouer me hither Otter, and the Barber if you can, by any meanes, preſently. Why? to what purpoſe? O, I'll make the deepeſt Diuine, and graueſt Lawyer, out o' them two, for him— Thou canſt not man, theſe are waking Dreames. Doe not feare mee. Clap but a Ciuill Gowne with a Welt, o' the one; and a Canonicall Cloke with Sleeues, o' the other: and giue 'hem a few termes i' their mouthes, if there come not forth as able a Doctor, and compleat a Parſon, for this turne, as may bee wiſh'd, truſt not my Election. And, I hope without wronging the dignitie of eyther Profeſſion, ſince they are but perſons put on, and for mirths ſake, to torment him. The Barber ſmatters Latine, I remember. Yes, and Otter too. Well then, if I make 'hem not wrangle out this Caſe, to his no comfort, let mee bee thought a lack Daw, or La-Foole, or any thing worſe, Goe you to your Ladies, but firſt ſend for them. I will. WHere had you our Swords, Maſter Clerimont? Why, Dauphine tooke 'hem from the madman. And hee tooke 'hem from our Boyes, I warrant you? Very like, Sir. Thanke you good Maſter Clerimont. Sir Iohn Daw, and I are both beholden to you. Would I knew how to make you ſo, Gentlemen: Sir Amorous, and I are your Seruants, Sir. Gentlemen, haue any of you a Pen-and-Inke. I would faine write out a Riddle in Italian, for Sir Dauphine, to tranſlate. Not I, in troth Lady, I am no Scriuener. I can furniſh you, I thinke, Lady. He has it in the Haft of a Knife, I beleeue! No, he has his Boxe of Inſtruments. Like a Surgean! For the Mathematiques: his Squire, his Compaſſes, his Braſſe Pens, and Black-lead, to draw Maps of euery place, and perſon, where he comes. How, Maps of perſons! Yes, Sir, of Nomentack, when he was here, and of the Prince of Moldauia, and of Miſtris, Miſtris Epicane. Away! he has not found our her Latitude, I hope. You are a pleaſant Gentleman, Sir. Faith, now we are in priuate, let's wanton it a little, and talke waggiſhly. Sir Iohn, I am telling Sir Amorous here, that you two gouerne the Ladies, where e're you come. you carry the Feminine Gender afore you. They ſhall rather carry vs afore them, if they will, Sir. Nay, I beleeue that they doe, withall—But, that you are the prime-men in their affections, and direct all their actions— Not I: Sir Amorous is. I proteſt, Sir Iohn is. As I hope to riſe i' the ſtate, Sir Amorous, you ha' the perſon. Sir Iohn, you ha' the perſon, and the Diſcourſe too.