Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 10 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Next week, sir. Came you sir from Spain lately? ay sir; Why ask you that? Marry sir, thou seems to have been in the hot countries, thy face looks so like a piece of rusty Bacon: had thy Host at Plymouth meat enough in the house, when thou wert there? What though he had not sir? but he had, how then? Marry thank God for it; for otherwise, he would doubtless have Cut thee out in Rashers to have eaten thee; thou look'st as thou wert through broiled already. You have said sir; but I am no mere for his moing, nor yours neither: If I had you in place where, you should find me tough enough in digestion, I warrant you. What will you swagger sirrah, will ye swagger? I beseech you Sir, hold your hand; Get home ye patch, cannot you suffer Gentlemen jest with you? I'd teach him a Gentle trick and I had him of the burse; but I'll watch him a good turn I warrant him. Assure ye master Towerson, I cannot blame him, I warrant you it is no easy loss; How think you master Stranger? by my faith sir, there's twenty Merchants will be sorry for it, That shall be partners with him in his loss. Why sir, what's the matter. The Spanish-galleys have beset our ships, That lately were bound out for Siria. What not? I promise you I am sorry for it. What an old Ass is this to keep us here: Master Pisaro, pray dispatch us hence. Master Vandal I confess I wrong you; But I'll but talk a word or two with him, and straight turn to you. Ah sir, and how then i'? Turn to us, turn to the Gallows if you will, 'tis midsummer-moon with him: let him alone, He calls Ned Walgrave, Master Vandal. Let it be shrovetide, I'll not stay an inch master Pisaro. What should you fear: end as I have vowed before, So now again; my Daughters shallbe yours: And therefore I beseech you and your friends, Defer your business till Dinner time; And what you'd say, keep it for table talk. Marry and shall; a right good motion: Sirs, old Pisaro is grown kind of late, And in pure love, hath bid us home to dinner. Good news in truth: But wherefore art thou sad? For fear the slave ere it be dinner time, Remembering what he did, recall his word: For by his idle speeches, you may swear, His heart was not confederate with his tongue. Tut never doubt, keep stomachs till anon, And then we shall have cates to feed upon. Well sir, since things do fall so crossly out, I must dispose myself to patience: But for your business, do you assure yourself, At my repairing home from the Exchange, I'll set a helping hand unto the same. Bon iurno signeour Padre, why be de melancholy so much, and grave in you a: what News make you look so nought?
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Next weeke, ſir. Came you ſir from Spaine lately? I ſir; Why aske you that? Marry ſir, thou ſeemes to haue bin in the hot countries, thy face looks ſo like a peece of ruſty Bacon: had thy Hoſt at Plimmoth meat enough in the houſe, whē thou wert there? What though he had not ſir? but he had, how then? Marry thanke God for it; for otherwiſe, he would doubtles haue Cut thee out in Raſhers to haue eaten thee; thou look'ſt as thou weart through broyld already. You haue ſayd ſir; but I am no meare for his moing, nor yours neither: If I had you in place where, you ſhould find me tough enough in diſgeſtion, I warrant you. What will you ſwagger ſirra, will yee ſwagger? I beſeech you Sir, hold your hand; Gette home yee patch, cannot you ſuffer Gentlemen Ieſt with you? Ide teach him a Gentle tricke and I had him of the burſe; but Ile watch him a good turne I warrant him. Aſſure yee maiſter Towerſon, I cannot blame him, I warrant you it is no eaſie loſſe; How thinke you maiſter Stranger? by my fayth ſir, Ther's twentie Marchants will be ſorry for it, That ſhall be partners with him in his loſſe. Why ſir, whats the matter. The Spaniſh-gallies haue beſette our ſhippes, That lately were bound out for Siria. What not? I promiſe you I am ſorry for it. What an old Aſſe is this to keepe vs here: Maiſter Piſaro, pray diſpatch vs hence. Maiſter Vandalle I confeſſe I wronge you; But Ile but talke a word or two with him, and ſtraight turne to you. Ah ſir, and how then y fayth? Turne to vs, turne to the Gallowes if you will, Tis Midſomer-Moone with him: let him alone, He call's Ned Walgraue, Maiſter Vandalle. Let it be ſhrouetide, Ile not ſtay an ynche maiſter Piſaro. What ſhould you feare: ende as I haue vow'd before, So now againe; my Daughters ſhalbe yours: And therefore I beſeech you and your friendes, Deferre your buſineſſe till Dinner time; And what youd ſay, keepe it for table talke. Marrie and ſhall; a right good motion: Sirrs, old Piſaro is growne kind of late, And in pure loue, hath bid vs home to dinner. Good newes in truth: But wherfore art thou ſad? For feare the ſlaue ere it be dinner time, Remembring what he did, recall his word: For by his idle ſpeaches, you may ſweare, His heart was not confederat with his tongue. Tut neuer doubt, keepe ſtomacks till anone, And then we ſhall haue cates to feede vpon. Well ſir, ſince things doe fall ſo croſely out, I muſt diſpoſe my ſelfe to patience: But for your buſineſſe, doe you aſſure your ſelfe, At my repayring home from the Exchange, Ile ſet a helping hand vnto the ſame. Bon iurno ſigneour Padre, why be de malancollie ſo much, and graue in you a: wat Newes make you looke ſo naught?