Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Come lads I'll warrant you for wenches, three hundred pounds in drink. Sir now you see your bad lodging, I must bid you good-night. Lady if there be any want, 'tis in want of you. A little sleep will ease that complement. Once more good night. Once more dear Lady, and then all sweet nights. Dear Sir be short and sweet then. Shall the morrow prove better to me, shall I hope my suit happier by this night's rest. Is your suit so sickly that rest will help it? Pray ye let it rest then till I call for it. Sir as a stranger you have had all my welcome: but had I known your errand ere you came, your passage had been straighter: Sir, good night. So fair, and cruel, dear unkind good-night. Nay Sir you shall stay with me, I'll press your zeal so far. O Lord Sir, Do you love Tobacco? Surely I love it, but it loves not me; yet with your reverence i'll be bold. Pray light it Sir. How do you like it. I promise you it is notable stinging gear indeed. It is wet Sir, Lord how it brings down rheum? Handle it again Sir; you have a warm text of it. Thanks ever premised for it. I promise you it is very powerful, and by a Trope, spiritual: for certainly it moves in sundry places. ay, it does so Sir, and me especially to ask Sir, why you wear a night cap. Assuredly I will speak the truth unto you; you shall understand Sir, that my head is broken, and by whom; even by that visible beast the Butler. The Butler? certainly he had all his drink about him when he did it. Strike one of your grave Cassock? The offence Sir? Reproving him at Tra-trip Sir, for swearing: you have the total surely. You told him when his rage was set a-tilt, and so he cracked your Cannons. I hope he has not hurt your gentle reading: But shall we see these gentlewomen tonight? Have patience Sir, until our fellow Nicholas be deceased, that is, asleep: for so the word is taken; to sleep to die, to die to sleep: a very Figure Sir. Cannot you cast another for the gentlewomen? Not till the man be in his bed, his grave; his grave, his bed; the very same again Sir. Our Comic Poet gives the reason sweetly; Plenus rimarum est, he is full of loop-holes, and will discover to our Patroness. Your comment Sir has made me understand you. Sir be addressed, the graces do salute you with the full bowl of plenty. Is our old enemy entombed? He's fast? And does he snore out supinely with the Poet? No, he out-snores the Poet. Gentlewoman, this courtesy shall bind a stranger to you, ever your servant. Sir, my Sister's strictness makes not us forget you are a stranger and a Gentleman.
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Come lads Ile warrant you for wenches, three hundred pounds in drinke. Sir now you see your bad lodging, I must bid you goodnight. Lady if there be any want, tis in want of you. A little sleepe will ease that complement. Once more good night. Once more deare Lady, and then all sweet nights. Deare Sir be short and sweet then. Shall the morrow proue better to me, shall I hope my sute happier by this nights rest. Is your sute so sickly that rest will helpe it? Pray ye let it rest then till I call for it. Sir as a stranger you haue had all my welcome: but had I knowne your errand ere you came, your passage had been straighter: Sir, good night. So faire, and cruell, deare vnkinde goodnight. Nay Sir you shall stay with me, Ile presse your zeale so far. O Lord Sir, Doe you loue Tobacco? Surely I loue it, but it loues not me; yet with your reuerence ile be bold. Praye light it Sir. How doe you like it. I promise you it is notable stinging geare indeede. It is wet Sir, Lord how it brings downe Reume? Handle it againe Sir; you haue a warme text of it. Thanks euer premised for it. I promise you it is very powerfull, and by a Trope, spirituall: for certainely it moues in sundrie places. I, it does so Sir, and me especially to aske Sir, why you weare a night cap. Assuredly I will speake the truth vnto you; you shall vnderstand Sir, that my head is broken, and by whom; euen by that visible beast the Butler. The Butler? certainely hee had all his drinke about him when he did it. Strike one of your graue Cassock? The offence Sir? Reprouing him at Tra-trip Sir, for swearing: you haue the totall surely. You tould him when his rage was set atilt, and so hee cract your Cannons. I hope hee has not hurt your gentle reading: But shall wee see these Gentleweomen to night? Haue patience Sir, vntill our fellowe Nicholas bee deceast, that is, a sleepe: for so the word is taken; to sleepe to die, to die to sleepe: a very Figure Sir. Cannot you cast another for the Gentleweomen? Not till the man bee in his bed, his graue; his graue, his bed; the very same againe Sir. Our Comick Poet giues the reason sweetly; Plenus rimarum est, he is full of loopeholes, and will discouer to our Patronesse. Your comment Sir has made me vnderstand you. Sir be addrest, the graces doe salute you with the full bowle of plenty. Is our old enemy entomb'd? He's fast? And does he snore out supinely with the Poet? No, he out-snores the Poet. Gentlewoman, this curtesie shall binde a stranger to you, euer your seruant. Sir, my Ssters strictnesse makes not vs forget you are a stranger and a Gentleman.