Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
That I should live to be a serving-man, a fellow which scalds his mouth with another man's porridge, brings up meat for other men's bellies, and carries away the bones for his own, changes his clean trencher for a foul one, and is glad of it, and yet did I never live so merry a life, when I was my master's master, as now I do, being man to my man, and I will stand to't for all my former speeches, a serving-man lives a better life than his Master, and thus I prove it; the saying is, The nearer the bone the sweeter the flesh: then must the serving-man needs eat the sweeter flesh, for he always picks the bones. And again the Proverb says, The deeper the sweeter: There has the serving-man the vantage again, for he drinks still in the bottom of the pot, he fills his belly, and never asks what's to pay? wears broadcloth, and yet dares walk Watlingstreet, without any fear of his Draper: and for his colour, they are according to the season, in the Summer he is appareled (for the most part) like the heavens, in blue, in the winter, like the earth, in freeze. But see, I am prevented in my Encomium, I could have maintained this theme these two hours. Well, God rest his soul, he's gone, and we must all follow him ay, ay, he's gone sir Lionell, he's gone. Why tho he be gone, what then? 'tis not you that can fetch him again, with all your cunning, it must be your comfort, that he died well. Truly and so it is, I would to God I had e'en another uncle that would die no worse; surely I shall weep again, if I should find my handkercher. How now! what, are these onions? ay, ay, sir Lyonell, they are my onions, I thought to have had them roasted this morning for my cold: Gervase you have not wept today, pray take your onions Gentlemen, the remembrance of death is sharp, therefore there is a banquet within to sweeten your conceits: I pray walk in Gentlemen, walk you in, you know I must needs be melancholy, and keep my Chamber, Gervase, usher them into the banquet. I shall sir, please you sir Lyonell. Well Master Bubble, we'll go in and taste of your bounty. In the mean time, you must be of good cheer. If grief take not away my stomach, I will have good cheer I warrant you Sprinkle. Sir. Had the women puddings to their dole? Yes sir. And how did they take them? Why with their hands, how should they take 'em? O thou Hercules of ignorance! I mean, how were they satisfied? By my troth sir, but so so, and yet some of them had two. O insatiable women! whom two puddings would not satisfy, but vanish sprinkle; bid your fellow Gervase come hither:
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That I should liue to be a seruing-man, a fellow which scalds his mouth with another mans porredge, brings vp meat for other mens bellies, and carries away the bones for his own, changes his cleane trenchor for a fowle one, and is glad of it, and yet did I neuer liue so merry a life, when I was my masters master, as now I doe, being man to my man, and I will stand too't for all my former speeches, a seruing-man liues a better life then his Master, and thus I prooue it; the saying is, The nearer the bone the sweeter the flesh: then must the seruing-man needes eate the sweeter flesh, for hee alwayes pickes the bones. And againe the Prouerb sayes, The deeper the sweeter: There has the seruing-man the vantage againe, for he drinks still in the bottome of the pot, hee filles his belly, and neuer askes what's to pay? weares broad-cloth, and yet dares walke Waing-strete, without any feare of his Drapr: and for his clour, they are according to the season, in the Summer hee is apparrelled (for the most part) like the heauens, in blew, in the winter, like the earth, in freeze. But see, I am preunted in my Encomium, I could haue maintained this theame these two houres. Well, God rest his soule, hee's gone, and we must all follow him I, I, hee's gone sir Lionell, hee's gone. Why tho he be gone, what then? 'tis not you that can fetch him againe, with all your cunning, it must bee your comfort, that he died well. Truly and so it is, I would to God I had eene another vnckle that would die no worse; surely I shall weepe againe, if I should find my handkercher. How now! what, are these onions? I, I, sir Lyonell, they are my onions, I thought to haue had them roasted this morning for my cold: Geruase you haue not wept to day, pray take your onions Gentlemen, the remembrance of death is sharpe, therefore there is a banquet within to sweeten your conceits: I pray walke in Gentlemen, walke you in, you know I must needes be melancholie, and keepe my Chamber, Geruase, vsher them into the banquet. I shall sir, please you sir Lyonell. Well Master Bubble, wee'le goe in and taste of your bountie. In the meane time, you must be of good cheere. If griefe take not away my stomacke, I will haue good cheere I warrant you Sprinckle. Sir. Had the women puddings to their dole? Yes sir. And how did they take them? Why wih their hands, how should they take vm? O thou Hercules of ignorance! I mean, how were they satified? By my throth sir, but so so, and yet some of them had two. O insatiable women! whom two puddings would not satifie, but vanish Spinckl ; bidde your fellow Geruase come hither: