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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Are you well sir? He looks as though he had a grievous fit ath Colic. Greeneginger will you cure me? He heat a trencher for him. Dirty December do. Thou with a face as old as Erra Pater, such a prognosticating nose: thou thing that ten years since has left to be a woman, outworn the expectation of a Bawd; and thy dry bones can reach at nothing now, but gords or ninepins; pray go fetch a trencher, go: Let him alone, 'is cracked: I'll see him hanged first, 'is a beastly fellow, to lose a woman of my breeding thus; I marry is a: would I were a man, I'd make him eat his knaves words. Tie your she Otter up, good Lady Folly, she stinks worse than a bearbaiting. Why will you be angry now? Go paint and purge, call in your kennel with you: you a Lady? Sirrah, look to't against the quarter Sessions, if there be good behaviour in the world, I'll have thee bound to it. L. You must not seek it in your ladies house then: pray send this Ferret home, and spin good Abigall. And madam, that your ladyship may know, in what base manner you have used my service, I do from this hour hate thee heartily: and though your folly should whip you to repentance. and waken you at length to see my wrongs, 'tis not the endeavour of your life shall win me: not all the friends you have in intercession, nor your submissive letters, though they spoke as many tears as words; not your knees grown toth' ground in penitence, not all your state, to kiss you: nor my pardon nor will to give you Christian burial, if you die thus: so farewell. When I am married and made sure, I'll come and visit you again, and vex you Lady. By all my hopes I'll be a torment to you, worse than a tedious winter. I know you will recant and sue to me, but save that labour: I'll rather love a Fever and continual thirst, rather contract my youth to drink, and safer dote upon quarrels, or take a drawn whore from an Hospital, that time, diseases, and Mercury had eaten, than to be drawn to love you. Ha, ha, ha, pray do, but take heed though. From thee, false dice, lads. Cowards, and plaguy Summers, good Lord deliver me. But hark you servant, hark ye: is he gone? call him aine: Hang him Padocke. Art thou here still? fly, fly, and call my servant, fly or near see me more. I had rather knit again then see that rascal, but I must do it. I would be loath to anger him too much: what fine foolery is this in a woman, to use those men most frowardly they love most? If I should lose him thus, I were rightly served. I hope is not so much himself to take it toth' heart: how now? will he come back?
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Are you wl sir? He lookes as though he had a grecuous fit ath Collick. wil you cure me? He heate a trencher for him. Durty December doe. Thou with a face as olde as Erra Pater, such a progosticating nose: thou thing that ten yeares since has left to be a woman, outworne the expectation of a Bawde; and thy dry bones can reach at nothing now, but gords or ninepinnes; pray goe fetch a trencher, goe: Let him alone, 'is crackt: Ile see him hang'd first, 'is a beastly fellow, to loose a woman of my breeding thus; I marry is a: would I were a man, Ide make him eate his knaues words. Tye your she Otter vp, good Lady Folly, she stinkes worse then a beare-bayting. Why will you be angry now? Goe paint and purge, call in your kennel with you: you a Lady? Sirra, looke too't against the quarter Sessions, if there be good behauiour in the world, Ile haue thee bound to it. L. You must not seeke it in your Ladyes house then: pray send this Ferret home, and spinne good Abigall. And Maddame, that your Ladyshippe may know, in what base manner you haue vs'd my seruice, I doe from this hower hate thee heartily: and though your folly should whip you to repentance. and waken you at length to see my wronges, tis not the indeauour of your life shall win me: not all the friends you haue in intercession, nor your submissiue letters, though they spoke as many teares as words; not your knees growne toth' ground in penitence, not all your state, to kisse you: nor my pardon nor will to giue you Christian buriall, if you dye thus: so farewell. When I am marryed and made sure, Ile come and visit you againe, and vexe you Lady. By all my hopes Ile be a torment to you, worse then a tedious winter. I know you will recant and sue to me, but saue that labour: Ile rather loue a Feuer and continuall thirst, rather contract my youth to drinke, and safer dote vpon quarrells, or take a drawne whore from an Hospitall, that time, diseases, and Mercury had eaten, then to be drawne to loue you. Ha, ha, ha, pray doe, but take heed though. From thee, false dice, lades. Cowards, and plaguy Summers, good Lord deliuer mee. But harke you seruant, harke ye: is he gone? call him aine: Hang him Padocke. Art thou here still? fly, fly, and call my seruant, fly or nere see me more. I had rather knit againe then see that rascall, but I must doe it. I would be loth to anger him too much: what fine foolery this in a woman, to vse those men most frowardly they loue most? If I should loose him thus, I were rightly serued. I hope is not so much himselfe to take it h heart: how now? will he come backe?