Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
coney, I can tell thee the Gentlemen like Rafe. I George, I see it well enough. Gentlemen I thank you all heartily for gracing my man Rafe, and I promise you you shall see him oftener. Mercy great knight, I do recant my ill, And henceforth never gentle blood will spill. I give thee mercy, but yet shalt thou swear Upon my burning pestle, to perform Thy promise uttered. I swear and kiss. Depart then, and amend. Come squire and dwarf, the Sun grows towards his set, and we have many more adventures yet. Now Rafe is in this humour, I know he would ha' beaten all the boys in the house if they had been set on him. I George, but it is well as it is, I warrant you the Gentlemen do consider what it is to overthrow a giant: but look George, here comes mistress Merrithought and her son Michael; now you are welcome mistress Merry- thought, now Rafe has done you may go on. Mick my boy? I forsooth mother. Be merry Mick we are at home now; where I warrant you, you shall find the house flung out at the windows: Hark, heigh dogs, heigh, this is the old world I'faith with my husband, if I get in among 'em, I'll play 'em such a lesson, that they shall have little list to come scraping hither, again. Why master Merrithought, husband, Charles Merrithought. If you will sing and dance, and laugh, and hollow, and laugh again, and then cry there boys, there: why than One, two, three, and four, We shall be merry within this hour. Why Charles, do you not know your own natural wife? I say, open the door, and turn me out those mangy companions; 'tis more than time that they were fellow and fellow like with you: you are a Gentleman Charles, and an old man, and father of two children; and I myself (though I say it) by my mother's side, Niece to a worshipful Gentleman, and a Conductor, ha has been three times in his majesties service at Chester, and is now the fourth time, God bless him, and his charge upon his journey. Go from my window, love, go; Go from my window my dear, The wind and the rain will drive you back again, You cannot he lodged here. Hark you Mistress Merrithought, you that walk upon adventures, and forsake your husband, because he sings with never a penny in his purse; What shall I think myself the worse? Faith no, I'll be merry. You come not here, here's none but lads of mettle, lives of a hundred years, and upwards, care never drunk their bloods, nor want made 'em warble. Hey-ho, my heart is heavy. Why Mr. Merrithought, what am I that you should laugh me to scorn thus abruptly? am I not your fellow-feeler (as we may say) in all our miseries? your comforter in health and sickness? have I not brought you Children? are they not like you Charles? look upon thine own Image hard-hearted man; and yet for all this—
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Cony, I can tell thee the Gentlemen like Rafe. I George, I see it well inough. Gentlemen I thanke you all heartily for gracing my man Rafe, and I promise you you shall see him oftner. Mercy great knight, I do recant my ill, And henceforth neuer gentle bloud will spill. I giue thee mercy, but yet shalt thou sweare Vpon my burning pestle, to performe Thy promise vtterd. I sweare and kisse. Depart then, and amend. Come squire and dwarfe, the Sunne growes towards his set, and we haue many more aduentures yet. Now Rafe is in this humour, I know hee would ha beaten all the boyes in the house if they had beene set on him. I George, but it is well as it is, I warrant you the Gentlemen do consider what it is to ouerthrow a gyant: but looke George, heere comes mistresse Merri-thought and her sonne Michael; now you are welcome mistresse Merri- thought, now Rafe has done you may go on. Micke my boy? I forsooth mother. Be merry Micke we are at home now; where I warrant you, you shall finde the house flung out at the windowes: Harke, hey dogges, hey, this is the old world I'faith with my husband, if I get in among 'em, Ile play em such a lesson, that they shall haue little list to come scraping hither, againe. Why maister Merri-thought, husband, Charles Merri-thought. If you will sing and daunce, and laugh, and hollow, and laugh againe, and then cry there boyes, there: why then One, two, three, and foure, We shall be merry within this houre. Why Charles, doe you not know your owne naturall wife? I say, open the doore, and turne me out those mangy companions; 'tis more then time that they were fellow and fellow like with you: you are a Gentleman Charles, and an old man, and father of two children; and I my selfe (though I say it) by my mothers side, Neece to a worshipfull Gentleman, and a Conductor, ha has beene three times in his Maiesties seruice at Chester, and is now the fourth time, God blesse him, and his charge vpon his iourney. Go from my window, loue, goe; Go from my window my deere, The winde and the raine will driue you backe againe, You cannot he lodged heere. Harke you Mistresse Merrithought, you that walke vpon aduentures, and forsake your husband, because hee sings with neuer a peny in his purse; What shall I thinke my selfe the worse? Faith no, Il'e be merry. You come not heere, heer's none but lads of mettle, liues of a hundred yeares, and vpwards, care neuer drunke their blouds, nor want made 'em warble. Hey-ho, my heart is heauy. Why Mr. Merrithought, what am I that you should laugh me to scorne thus abruptly? am I not your fellow-feeler (as we may say) in all our miseries? your comforter in health and sicknesse? haue I not brought you Children? are they not like you Charles? looke vpon thine owne Image hard-hearted man; and yet for all this—