Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Bevilona? Down, or I'll break the doors, and with the splinters Beat all thy bones to pieces: Down you whore! Be patient but a little; I come instantly. Ha'you no trunk nor chest to hide me? None sir. Alas I am clean undone, it is my Husband. Doubtless, this whore hath some of her companions That wrong me thus. But if I catch the villain, I'll bathe my hungry sword, and sharp revenge, In his heart-blood. Come down. I cannot stay. There stands an empty Hogshead with a false bottom To ope and shut at pleasure: come hither, in, In, as you love your life. But hear you Madam, Is there no looking-glass within't, for I hate glasses As naturally, as some do Cats, or Cheese. In, in, there's none. Who now? Is the Ass past? I turned him up, ha, ha, ha, I fear he'll fall a working. Second me handsomely, we'll entertain him An hour or two, and laugh and get his clothes To make our sport up. Wife, where's the empty hogshead That wont to stand under the stairs? There still. Out with it quickly: I must have it filled. Not today, good sir, tomorrow will serve as well. I must ha''t now. 'Tis more than I can carry. I'll help thee: so, so. Foh! this vessel's musty. Fetch out some water. Fetch't yourself. Pox of all Transmutation, I am smothered. Lady, as you love me, give the Hogshead vent. The beer that's in't will work and break the vessel. signor Antonio, as you love your life Lie still and close, for if you stir you die. So, so, now shake it, so, so. Oh I am drowned, I drown! Whence comes this hollow sound? I drown, I smother! My life 'tis Trincalo, For I have heard that Coxcomb, That Ass, that Clown, seeks to corrupt my wife, Sending his fruit and dainties from the Country. O that 'twere he. How would I use the villain! First crop his ears, then slit his nose, and geld him, And with a red hot Iron sear his raw wounds; Then barrel him again, and send the Eunuch To the great Turk to keep his Concubines. Tick, tock, who's within here? One that you dare not touch. One that I dare not? Out villain, out. signor Antonio! Had it been any but yourself, he had died. But as you saved my life before you went, So now command mine in your services. I would have sworn you'd drowned in Barbary. 'Twas a hard passage: but not so dangerous As was this Vessel. Pray you conceive no ill, I meant no harm, but called at your wife to know How my son Lelio did, and daughter Flavia. Sir I believe you. But I must tell you one thing, You must not be so jealous, on my honour she's very honest.
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Beuilona? Downe, or I'le breake the dores, and with the splinters Beate all thy bones to peeces: Downe you whore! Be patient but a little; I come instantly. Ha'you no trunck nor chest to hide mee? None sir. Alas I am cleane vndone, it is my Husband. Doubtlesse, this whore hath some of her companions That wrong mee thus. But if I catch the villaine, Il'e bath my hungry sword, and sharpe reuenge, In his heart-bloud. Come downe. I cannot stay. There stands an empty Hogshead with a false bottome To ope and shut at pleasure: come hither, in, In, as you loue your life. But heare you Madam, Is there no looking-glasse within't, for I hate glasses As naturally, as some do Cats, or Cheese. In, in, there's none. Who now? Is the Asse past? I tunn'd him vp, ha, ha, ha, I feare hee'le fall a working. Second me hansomely, wee'le entertaine him An houre or two, and laugh and get his cloath's To make our sport vp. Wife, where's the empty hogshead That wont to stand vnder the staires? There still. Out with it quickly: I must haue it fil'd. Not to day, good sir, to morrow will serue as well. I must ha't now. 'Tis more then I can cary. I'le helpe thee: so, so. Foh! this vessel's musty. Fetch out some water. Fetch't your selfe. Pox of all Transmutation, I am smother'd. Lady, as you loue mee, giue the Hogshead vent. The beere that's in't will worke and breake the vessell. Signior Antonio, as you loue your life Lie still and close, for if you stirre you die. So, so, now shake it, so, so. Oh I am drown'd, I drowne! Whence come's this hollow sound? I drowne, I smother! My life 'tis Trincalo, For I haue heard that Coxcombe, That Asse, that Clowne, seekes to corrupt my wife, Sending his fruite and dainties from the Country. O that 'twere he. How would I vse the villaine! First crop his eares, then slit his nose, and gueld him, And with a red hot Iron seare his raw wounds; Then barrell him againe, and send the Eunuch To the great Turk to keep his Concubines. Tick, tock, who's within heere? One that you dare not touch. One that I dare not? Out villaine, out. Signior Antonio! Had it beene any but your selfe, hee had died. But as you sau'd my life before you went, So now command mine in your seruices▪ I would haue sworne y'ad drown'd in Barbary. 'Twas a hard passage: but not so dangerous As was this Vessell. Pray you conceiue no ill, I meant no harme, but cal'd at your wife to know How my sonne Lelio did, and daughter Flauia. Sir I beleeue you. But I must tell you one thing, You must not be so iealous, on my honour Shee's very honest.