Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Why laugh you sirrah? Sirrah, to see thee changed So strangely, that I can not spy one inch Of thy old Clownish Carcase. Ha, ha. Laughter proceeds From absurd actions that are harmless. Ha, ha, ha. Sententious Blockhead! And you're ill advised To jest instead of pity. Alas! my miseries, Dangers of death, slavery of cruel Moores, And tedious journeys, might have easily altered A stronger body; much more this decayed vessel, Outworn with age, and broken by misfortunes. Leave your set speeches. Go to Antonio's house, Effect your business. For upon my credit thouart so well turned, they dare not but accept thee. Where should I hope for welcome, if not there; From my own house, children, and family? Is't possible this. Coxcomb should conceive His mind transformed? How gravely he continues The countenance he began? Ha, ha. Why blockhead? Thinkest to deceive me too? Why Trincalo? I understand you not. Hands off. Art not thou Trincalo, Pandolfo's man? I not so much as know him. Dar'st thou deny't to me? I dare, and must To all the world, 'long as Antonio lives. You arrant Ass, have not I known thee serve My Master in his Farm this thirteen years? By all the oaths that bind men's consciences To truth, I am Antonio; and no other. WHat means this noise? o Cricca! what's the matter? Sir hear's your Farmer Trincalo, transformed So just, as he were melted, and new cast In the true mould of old Antonio. Th'right eye's no liker to the left, than he To my good neighbour. Divine Albumazar! How I admire thy skill! just so he looked, And thus he walked; this is his face, his hair, His eyes, and countenance; If his voice be like Then is th'ginger a wonder-worker. signor Pandolfo, I thank the heavens as much To find you well, as for my own return. How does your daughter, and my love, Sulpitia? Well, well, sir. This is a good beginning, How naturally the rogue dissembles it? With what a gentle garb, and civil grace He speaks and looks: How cunningly Albumazar Hath for our purpose suited him in Barbary clothes. I'll try him further: Sir, We heard you were drowned, pray you, how 'scaped you shipwreck? No sooner was I shipped for Barbary, But fair wind followed, and fair weather led us. When entered in the Straits of Gibraltar, The heavens, and seas, and earth, conspired against us, The tempest tore our helm, and rent our tackles, Broke the main Mast, while all the sea about us Stood up in watery Mountains to overwhelm us. And struck's against a Rock, splitting the vessel T'a thousand splinters. ay, with two Mariners Swam to the Coast, where by the barbarous Moores We were surprised, fettered, and sold for slaves. This tale th'ginger penned, and he hath con it.
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Why laugh you sirra? Sirra, to see thee chang'd So strangely, that I can not spy one inch Of thy old Clownish Carkas. Ha, ha. Laughter proceeds From absurd actions that are harmelesse. Ha, ha, ha. Sententious Block-head! And y'are ill aduis'd To iest in steed of pitty. Alas! my miseries, Dangers of death, slau'ry of cruell Moores, And tedious iournies, might haue easly altred A stronger body; much more this decay'd vessell, Out-worne with age, and broken by misfortunes. Leaue your set speeches. Go to Antonio's house, Effect your businesse. For vpon my credite Th'art so well turn'd, they dare not but accept thee. Where should I hope for welcome, if not there; From my owne house, children, and family? Is't possible this. Coxcombe should conceiue His mind transform'd? How grauely he continues The countnance hee began? Ha, ha. Why block-head? Think'st to deceiue mee too? Why Trincalo? I vnderstand you not. Hands off. Art not thou Trincalo, Pandolfo's man? I not so much as know him. Dar'st thou denie't to mee? I dare, and must To all the world, 'long as Antonio liues. You arrant Asse, haue not I knowne thee serue My Maister in his Farme this thirteene yeares? By all the oathes that bind mens consciences To truth, I am Antonio; and no other. WHat meanes this noise? ô Cricca! what's the matter? Sir heare's your Farmer Trincalo, transform'd So iust, as he were melted, and new cast In the true mould of old Antonio. Th'right eye's no liker to the left, then hee To my good neighbour. Diuine Albumazar! How I admire thy skill! iust so hee look't, And thus hee walk't; this is his face, his haire, His eies, and countnance; If his voyce be like Then is th'Astrologer a wonder-worker. Signior Pandolfo, I thanke the heauens as much To finde you well, as for my owne returne. How do's your daughter, and my loue, Sulpitia? Well, well, sir. This is a good beginning, How naturally the rogue dissembles it? With what a gentle garbe, and ciuill grace He speake's and lookes: How cunningly Albumazar Hath for our purpose suted him in Barbary cloaths. I'le try him further: Sir, We heard you were drown'd, pray you, how scap't you ship-wrack? No sooner was I ship't for Barbary, But faire winde follow'd, and faire weather led vs. When entred in the Straites of Gibraltar, The heau'ns, and seas, and earth, conspir'd against vs, The tempest tore our helme, and rent our tackels, Broake the maine Mast, while all the sea about vs Stood vp in watry Mountaines to ouerwhelme vs. And struck's against a Rock, splitting the vessell T'a thousand splinters. I, with two Marriners Swam to the Coast, where by the barbarous Moores We were surpriz'd, fetter'd, and sold for slaues. This tale th'Astrologer pen'd, and he hath cond it.