Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 24 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Goes the case so well signior bottlenose? It may be we shall overreach your drift; This is the time the Wenches sent us word Our bombast Dutchman and his mates will come. Well neat Italian, you must don my shape: Play your part well, or I may haps pay you. What, speechless Ned? faith whereon musest thou? 'tis on your French corrival, for my life: He come eat vostre, and so forth, Till he hath foisted in a Brat or two? How then, how then? 'swounds I'll geld him first, Ere that incestuous lozel revel there. Well Matt. I think thou know'st what Ned can do; Shouldst thou change Ned for Noddy, me for him, Thou didst not know thy loss, i'fath thou didst not. Come leave this idle chat, and let's provide Which of us shall be scarecrow to these Fools, And set them out the way? Why that will I. Then put a Sword into a madman's hand: Thou art so hasty, that but cross thy humour, And thou'lt be ready cross them o'er the pates: Therefore for this time, I'll supply the room. And so we shall be sure of chat enough; You'll hold them with your flouts and gulls so long, That all the night will scarcely be enough To put in practice, what we have devised: Come, come, I'll be the man shall do the deed. Well, I am content to save your longing. But soft, where are we? Ha, here's the house, Come let us take our stands: France stand you there, And Ned and I will cross tother side. Do so: But hush, I hear one passing hither. Oh de favourable aspect of de heaven, 'tis so obscure, so dark, so black dat no mortal creature can know de me: I pray a Dio I sal have de reight Wench: Ah si I be recht, here be de huis of signior Pisaro, I sall have de madonna Marina, and darvor I sall knock to de door. What a pox are you mad or drunk; What, do you mean to break my Glasses? Wat be dat Glass? Wat drunk, what mad? What Glasses sir; why my Glasses: and if you be so crank, I'll call the Constable; you will not enter into a man's house (I hope) in spite of him? Nor durst you be so bold as to stand there, If once the Master of the House did know it. Is dit your House? be you de signior of dis Cassa? signior me no signors, nor cassa me no cassas: but get you hence, or you are like to taste of the Bastinado. Do, do, good Ferdinand, pummel the loggerhead. Is this neit the House of mester Pisaro? Yes marry when? can you tell: how do you? I thank you heartily, my finger in your mouth. Wat be dat? Marry that you are an Ass and a loggerhead, To seek master Pisaro's house here. I pray de gratia, what be dis plash? Wat do ye call dit street?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Goes the caſe ſo well ſignor bottle-noſe▪ It may be we ſhall ouerreach your drift; This is the time the Wenches ſent vs word Our bumbaſt Dutchman and his mates will come. Well neat Italian, you muſt don my ſhape: Play your part well, or I may haps pay you. What, ſpeechleſſe Ned? fayth whereon muſeſt thou? Tis on your French coriuall, for my life: Hee come ete voſtre, and ſo foorth, Till he hath foyſted in a Brat or two? How then, how then? Swounds Ile geld him firſt, Ere that infeſtious loſzell reuell there. Well Matt, I thinke thou knowſt what Ned can doe; Shouldſt thou change Ned for Noddy, mee for him, Thou didſt not know thy loſſe, yfayth thou didſt not. Come leaue this idle chatte, and lets prouide Which of vs ſhall be ſcar-crow to theſe Fooles, And ſet them out the way? Why that will I. Then put a Sword into a mad-mans hand: Thou art ſo haſty, that but croſſe thy humor, And thou't be ready croſſe them ore the pates: Therefore for this time, Ile ſupply the rome. And ſo we ſhall be ſure of chatt enough; Youle hold them with your ſloutes and gulles ſo long, That all the night will ſcarcely be enough To put in practiſe, what we haue deuiſde: Come, come, Ile be the man ſhall doe the deed. Well, I am content to ſaue your longing. But ſoft, where are we? Ha, heere's the houſe, Come let vs take our ſtands: Fraunce ſtand you there, And Ned and I will croſſe t'other ſide. Doe ſo: But huſh, I heare one paſsing hither. Oh de fauorable aſpect of de heauen, tis ſo obſcure, ſo darke, ſo blacke dat no mortalle creature can know de me: I pray a Dio I ſal haue de reight Wench: Ah ſi I be recht, here be de huis of ſignor Piſaro, I ſall haue de madona Marina, and daruor I ſall knocke to de dore. What a pox are you mad or druncke; What, doe you meane to breake my Glaſſes? Wat be dat Glaſſe? Wat druncke, wat mad? What Glaſſes ſir; why my Glaſſes: and if you be ſo crancke, Ile call the Conſtable; you will not enter into a mans houſe (I hope) in ſpight of him? Nor durſt you be ſo bold as to ſtand there, Yf once the Maiſter of the Houſe did know it. Is dit your Hous? be you de Signor of dis Caſſa? Signor me no ſignors, nor caſſa me no caſſas: but get you hence, or you are like to taſte of the Baſtinado. Do, do, good Ferdinand, pummell the logerhead. Is this neit the Hous of meſter Piſaro? Yes marry when? can you tell: how doe you? I thanke you heartily, my finger in your mouth. Wat be dat? Marry that you are an Aſſe and a Logerhead, To ſeeke maiſter Piſaros houſe heere. I prey de gratia, wat be dis plaſhe? Wat doe ye call dit ſtrete?