A Merry Dialogue between Band, Cuff, and Ruff · chunk 2 of 3
Anonymous · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 (Annals) entertainment; academic entertainment · at University unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 538 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.
No, I dare warrant you, there is no man more careful of the time than he: for I am sure he hath always at the least a dozen Clocks about him. Farewell then. Then farewell. Nay, you shall not part so, you will go into the fields, and know not what fight means: a couple of white liuered fellows, your Laundress will make you both as white as a clout if she list; If you lack beating, she'll beat you, I'll warrant you, she'll so clap your sides together, that they shall be beaten out in once or twice handling; why? I have known her leave her marks behind her a whole week after, she'll quickly beat you Black and Blue, for I am sure she'll scarce wash white before she starch. Well, remember the time and place, Ruff. Well, remember yourselves and Mistress Stitchwel, one to whom you have been both beholding in your days. Who? Mistress Stitchwell, by this light I know her not. No, nor you neither? Nor I, I swear by all the Gum and Blue-starcj in Christendom. I thought so, why it's the Sempster, one that both you had been undone, had it not been for her: but what talk I of your undoing? I say Mistress Stitchwel the Sempster was the very maker of you both, yet thus little do you regard her: but it is the common custom of you all, when you come to be so great as you are, you forget from what house you come. 'Sfoot, Ruff careth not a pin for her. Nor Band a button. Well, Band and Ruff, you were best both of you to take heed of her, you know she set you both in the Stocks once before, and if she catch you again, it is a hundredth to one, if she hang you not both up, for she hath got strings already. Meet me, if thou darest. The place the Paper-mills, the hour to morrow at one. Since you will go, go; but hear me, if you go, look at me well; as little a fellow as I am, I will come and Cuff you both out of the fields; if I do not, say, Cuffe is no man of his hands. Alas poor shrimp, thou art nothing in my hands. If you go, you shall never say that Cuffe came of a sleeveless errand: I'll bind your hands (I warrant you) for striking. Say and hold. Remember the Paper-mills. And you be so choleric, I'll even pin you both in, as soon as I come home: can you not decide the quarrel between yourselves without a field? I had thought you had been a little more mild, Ruff. You were a horrible Puritan the other day, and very precise, Ruff. Hang him, base Rascal: would he not make any man mad, to see such a— that durst not (scarce) peep out, before Collar came to Town, now to swagger thus? Come, you shall be friends, Band. Friends with him? such a base Rascal? he is a very threadbare fellow: I scorn, but my man Collar should go as well as he every day in the week, and be friends with him.
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No, I dare warrant you, there is no man more carefull of the time then he: for I am ſure he hath alwayes at the leaſt a dozen Clockes about him. Farewell then. Then farewell. Nay, you ſhall not part ſo, you will go into the fieldes, and know not what fighting meanes: a couple of white liuered fellowes, your Landreſſe will make you both as white as a clout if ſhee liſt; If you lacke beating, ſhee'l beate you, Ile warrant you, ſhee'l ſo clap your ſides together, that they ſhall bee beaten out in once or twice hādling; why? I haue known her leaue her markes behinde her a whole weeke after, ſheell quickely beate you Blacke and Blew, for I am ſure ſhee'll ſcarce waſh white before ſhee ſtarch. Well, remember the time and place, Ruffe. Well, remember your ſelues and Miſtris Stitchwel, one to whom you haue beene both beholding in your dayes. Who? Miſtris Stitchwell, by this light I know her not. No, nor you neither? Nor I, I ſweare by all the Gumme and Blew-ſtarch in Chriſtendome. I thought ſo, why its the Sempſter, one that both you had beene vndone, had it not bene for her: but what talke I of your vndoing? I ſay Miſtris Stitchwel the Sempſter was the very maker of you both, yet thus little doe you regard her: but it is the common cuſtome of you all, when you come to bee ſo great as you are, you forget from what houſe you come. Sfoote, Ruffe careth not a pinne for her. Nor Band a button. Well, Band and Ruffe, you were beſt both of you to take heede of her, you knowe ſhee ſet you both in the Stockes once before, and if ſhee catch you againe, it is a hundreth to one, if ſhe hang you not both vp, for ſhe hath got ſtrings already. Meet me, if thou dareſt. The place the Paper-mils, the hower to morrow at one. Since you will goe, goe; but heare me, if you goe, looke at me well; as little a fellow as I am, I will come and Cuffe you both out of the fields; if I doe not, ſay, Cuffe is no man of his hands. Alas poore ſhrimpe, thou art nothing in my hands. If you goe, you ſhall neuer ſay that Cuffe came of a ſleeueleſſe errand: Ile binde your hands (I warrant you) for ſtriking. Say and hold. Remember the Paper-mils. And you bee ſo chollericke, Ile euen pinne you both in, as ſoone as I come home: can you not decide the quarrell betweene your ſelues without a field? I had thought you had beene a little more milde, Ruffe. You were a horrible Puritane the other day, and very preciſe, Ruffe. Hang him, baſe Raſcall: would he not make any man mad, to ſee ſuch a — that durſt not (ſcarce) peepe out, before Collar came to Towne, now to ſwagger thus? Come, you ſhall be friends, Band. Friends with him? ſuch a baſe Raſcall? he is a very threed-bare fellow: I ſcorne, but my man Collar ſhould goe as well as hee euery day in the weeke, and be friends with him.