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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I give your Mistress? Didst not thou decree Contrary t'our compact, against my marriage? Why when was I your judge? just now, here. See your error! Then was I fast locked in Antonio's Cellar: Where making virtue of necessity, I drunk stark drunk; and waking, found myself Clothed in this farmer's suit, as in the morning. Didst not thou swear t'enter Antonio's house, And give me Flavia for my wife? and after, Before my own face, gav'st her to my son? Ha, ha, ha! Canst thou deny't? Ha, ha, ha! Have you got mistress Patience? ha, ha, ha! Is not this true? Ha, ha! Answer me. Ha, ha, ha wan! Was't not thus? I answer. First, I never was transformed, But guled, as you were, by th'ginger And those that called m'Antonio. To prove this true, The gentleman you spoke with, was Antonio, The right Antonio, safely returned from Barbarie. Oi me! what's this? Truth itself. Was't not thou That gav'st the sentence? Believe me no such matter: I near was gentleman, nor otherwise than what I am, unless 'twere when I was drunk. How have I been deceived! good Trincalo Pardon me. I have wronged thee. Pardon you? When you have beaten me to paste, good Trincalo Pardon me? I am sorry for't; excuse me. I am sorry I must excuse you. But I pardon you. Now tell me where's the plate and cloth of silver, The gold and jewels that th'ginger Committed to thy keeping? What Plate, what jewels? He gave me none. But when he went to change me, After a thousand circles and ceremonies, He binds me fast upon a form, and blinds me With a thick Table-napkin. Not long after Unbinds my head and feet, and gives me light: And then I plainly saw, that I saw nothing; The parlour was clean swept of all was in't. Ojh me? oi me! What ails you? Sir, what ails you? I am undone, I have lost my Love, my plate, My whole estate, and with the rest myself. Lose not your patience too. Leave this lamenting, And lay the Town; you may recover it. 'Tis to small purpose. In, and hold thy peace. WHere shall I find my Master to content him With welcome news? he's here; news! news! News of good fortune, joy and happiness! Cricca, my sadness is uncapable Of better tidings: I am undone most miserable! Offend not your good luck, you're now more fortunate Than when you rose this morning: be merry, sir, Cheer up yourself, youhave what you wished, fear nothing. May be Antonio newly repents himself, With purpose to restore my Flavia. Cricca, what is't? where's all this happiness? Locked in Antonio's Closet. All alone? Sure that's my Flavia. Is not Eugenio Suffered to enter? Antonio keeps the key: No creature enters but himself. all's safe And shall be so restored. O my sweet Cricca! And they that wronged you, most extremely sorry, Ready to yield you any satisfaction.
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I giue your Mistresse? Did'st not thou decree Contrary t'our compact, against my marriage? Why when was I your iudge? Iust now, here. See your error! Then was I fast lock't in Antonio's Cellar: Where making vertue of necessitie, I drunke starke drunke; and waking, found my selfe Cloth'd in this Farmers sute, as in the morning. Did'st not thou sweare t'enter Antonio's house, And giue me Flauia for my wife? and after, Before my owne face, gau'st her to my sonne? Ha, ha, ha! Canst thou deny't? Ha, ha, ha! Haue you got mistresse Patience? ha, ha, ha! Is not this true? Ha, ha! Answere me. Ha, ha, ha wan! Was't not thus? I answere. First, I neuer was transform'd, But gul'd, as you were, by th'Astrologer And those that cal'd m'Antonio. To proue this true, The gentleman you spoke with, was Antonio, The right Antonio, safely return'd from Barbarie. Oi me! what's this? Truth it selfe. Was't not thou That gau'st the sentence? Beleeue me no such matter: I nere was gentleman, nor otherwise Then what I am, vnlesse 'twere when I was drunke. How haue I beene deceiu'd! good Trincalo Pardon mee. I haue wrong'd thee. Pardon you? When you haue beaten mee to paste, good Trincalo Pardon mee? I am sorry for't; excuse mee. I am sory I must excuse you. But I pardon you. Now tell mee where's the plate and cloath of siluer, The gold and iewels that th'Astrologer Committed to thy keeping? What Plate, what iewels? Hee gaue mee none. But when he went to change mee, After a thousand circles and ceremonies, Hee bindes mee fast vpon a forme, and blindes mee With a thick Table-napkin. Not long after Vnbinds my head and feete, and giues mee light: And then I plainely saw, that I saw nothing; The Parler was cleane swep't of all was in't. Ojh me? ojh me! What ailes you? Sir, what ailes you? I am vndone, I haue lost my Loue, my plate, My whole estate, and with the rest my selfe. Loose not your patience too. Leaue this lamenting, And lay the Towne; you may recouer it. 'Tis to small purpose. In, and hold thy peace. WHere shall I find my Maister to content him With welcome newes? Hee's here; newes! newes! Newes of good fortune, ioy and happinesse! Cricca, my sadnesse is vncapable Of better tidings: I am vndone most miserable! Offend not your good luck, y'are now more fortunate Then when you rose this morning: Bee merry, sir, Cheare vp your selfe, y'haue what you wisht, feare nothing. May bee Antonio newly repents himselfe, With purpose to restore my Flauia. Cricca, what is't? where's all this happinesse? Lock't in Antonio's Closet. All alone? Sure that's my Flauia. Is not Eugenio Suffred to enter? Antonio keepes the key: No creature enter's but himselfe. Al's safe And shall be so restor'd. O my sweet Cricca! And they that wrong'd you, most extremely sory, Ready to yeeld you any satisfaction.