Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.81 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Good Sir forgive me, and but hear me speak. methinks thou shouldst be drunk still, and not speak, 'tis the more pardonable. I will sir, if you will have it so. I thank ye; yes e'en pursue it Sir: do you hear? get a whore soon for your recreation: go loose out Captain Brokenbreech your fellow, and quarrel, if you dare: I shall deliver these keys to one shall have more honesty, though not so much fine wit Sir. Ye may walk and gather Cresses sir to cool your liver; there's something for you to begin a diet, you'll have the pox else. Speed you well, Sir Savill: you may eat at my house to preserve life; but keep no fornications in the stables. Now must I hang myself, my friends will look for't. Eating and sleeping, I do despise you both now: I will run mad first, and if that get not pity, I'll drown myself, to a most dismal ditty. A Lass poor Gentlewoman, to what a misery hath age brought thee to? to what scurvy Fortune? thou that hast been a companion for Noble men, & at the worst of those times for Gentlemen: now like a broken Servingman, must beg for favour to those that would have crawled like Pilgrims to my chamber, but for an apparition of me: you that be coming on, make much of fifteen, and so till five and twenty: use your time with reverence, that your profit may arise: it will not tarry with you Ecce signum: here was a face, but time that like a sunset eats our youth, plague of his Iron teeth, and draw 'em for't, h'as been a little bolder here then welcome: and now to say the truth I am fit for no man. Old men i'th' house, of fifty, call me Granam; and when they are drunk, e'en then, when Joan and my Lady are all one, not one will do me reason. My little Levite hath forsaken me, his silver sound of cithern quite abolished, his doleful hymns under my chamber window, digested into tedious learning: well fool, you leapt a Haddock when you left him: he's a clean man, & a good Edifier, & twenty nobles is his state de Claro, besides his pigs in posse. To this good Homilist I have been ever stubborn, which God forgive me for, and mend my manners: and Love, if ever thou hadst care of forty, of such a piece of lap ground, hear my prayer, and fire his zeal so far forth that my faults, in this renewed impression of my love, may show corrected to our gentle Reader. See how neglectingly he passes by me: with what an Equipage Canonical, as though he had broke the heart of Bellarmine, or added some thing to the singing Brethren. 'tis scorn, I know it, and deserve it. Mr. Rogor.
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Good Sir forgiue me, and but heare me speake. Me thinks thou shouldst be drunke still, and not speak, 'tis the more paronable. I will sir, if you will haue it so. I thanke ye; yes e'ne pursue it Sir: doe you heare? get a whore soone for your recreation: goe looe out Captaine Brokenbreech your fellow, aud quarrell, if you date: I shall deliuer these kyes to one shall haue more honesty, though not so much fine wit Sir. Yee may walke and gather Cresses sir to coole your liuer; there's something for you to begin a dyet, you haue the poxe else. Speed you well, Sir Sauill: you may ate at my house to prescrue life; but keepe no fornications in the stables. Now must I hang my selfe, my friends will looke for't. Eating and sleeping, I doe despise you bth now: I will runne mad first, and if that get not pitty, Ile drowne my selfe, to a most dismall ditty. A Lasse poore Gentlewoman, to what a misery hath age brought thee to? to what scuruy Fortune? thou that hast beene a companion for Noble men, & at the worst of those times for Gentlemen: now like a broken Seruingman, must begge for fauour to those that would haue crawl'd like Pilgrims to my chamber, hut for an apperition of me: you that bee comming on, make much of fifteene, and so till fiue and twenty: vse yur time with reuerence, that your profit may arise: it will not tarry with you Ece sinum: here was a face, but time that like a suset eates our youth, plague of his Iron teeth, and draw vm for't, h'as been a little bolder here then vvelcome: and now to say the truth I am fit for no man. Old men i' house, of fiftie, call me Granam; and vvhen they are drunke, e'ene then, when Ione and my Lady are all one, not one vvill doe me reason. My little Luite hath forsaken me, his siluer sound of Cytterne quite abolish't, his dolefull hymmes vnder my chamber vvindow, digested into tedious learning: well foole, you leap't a Haddock when you left him: hee's a cleane man, & a good Edfier, & twēty nobles is his state de Claro, besides his pigges in posse. To this good Homilist I haue beene euer stubborne, which God forgiue me for, and mend my manners: and Loue, if euer thou hadst care of fortie, of such a peece of lape ground, heare my prayer, and fire his zeale so farre forth that my faults, in this renued impressi of my loue, may shew corrected to our gentle Reader. See how neglectingly he passes by me: vvith vvhat an Equipage Canonicall, as though he had broke the heart of Bellarmine, or added some thing to the singing Brethren. Tis scorne, I know it, and deseue it. Mr. Rogor.