Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 25 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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What sir; why Leadenhall, could you not see the four Spouts as you came along? Certenemento Leden hall, I hit my head by de way, dare may be de voer Spouts: I pray de gratia, wish be de weigh to Crochefriers? How, to Croched-friers? Marry you must go along till you come to the Pump, and then turn on your right hand. signior, adio. Farewell and be hanged signior: Now for your fellow, if the Ass would come. By my trot me do so much tincke of dit gentlewoman de fine Wenshe, dat me tincke esh hover ten day, and esh day ten year, till I come to her: Here be de huise of sin vader, sall all and knock. What a bot's ail you, are you mad? Will you run over me and break my Glasses? Glasses, what Glasses? Pray is monsieur Pisaro to de mayson? Hark Ned, there's thy substance Nay by the Mass, the substance's here, The shadow's but an Ass. What Master Pisaro? loggerhead, here's none of your Pisaro's? Yes but dit is the houis of mester Pisaro. Will not this monsieur Motley take his answer? I'll go and knock the ass about the pate. Nay by your leave sir, but I'll hold your worship. This stir we should have had, had you stood there. Why, would it not vex one to hear the ass, Stand prating here of dit and dan, and den and dog? One of thy mettle Ned, would surely do it: But peace, and hark to the rest. Do no de fine Gentlewoman matresse Mathea dwell in dit Plash? No sir, here dwells none of your fine Gentlewoman: 'twere a good deed sirrah, to see who you are; You come hither to steal my Glasses. And then counterfeit you are going to your Queans. I be deceu dis dark neight; here be no Wenshe, I be no in de right plash: I pray Monsieur, what be name dis Street, and wish be de way to Croshe-friers? Marry this is Fanchurch-streete, And the best way to Crotched-friers, is to follow your nose Vanshe, street, how shaunce me come to Vanshe street? vell monsieur, me must all to Croche-friers. Farewell fortypence, go seek your signior, I hope you'll find yourselves two Dolts anon: Hush Ferdinand, I hear the last come stamping hither. Ha sirrah, I have left my fat Dutchman, and run myself almost out of breath too: now to my young mistresses go I, somebody cast an old shoe after me: but soft, how shall I do to counterfeit the Dutchman, be cause I speak English so like a natural; Tush, take you no thought for that, let me alone for Squintum squantum: soft, her's my masters house, whose's there. whose's there, why sir here is: Nay that's too good English; Why here be de growtte Dutchman. Then there's not only a grout head, but an Ass also. What be you, you be an English Ox to call a gentle moan Ass. Hark Ned yonder's good greeting.
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What ſir; why Leaden-hall, could you not ſee the foure Spoutes as you came along? Certenemento Leden hall, I hit my hed by de way, dare may be de voer Spouts: I prey de gratia, wiſh be de wey to Crochefriers? How, to Croched-friers? Marry you muſt goe along till you come to the Pumpe, and then turne on your right hand. Signor, adio. Farewell and be hang'd Signor: Now for your fellow, if the Aſſe would come. By my trot me doe ſo muſh tincke of dit Gentle-woman de fine Wenſhe, dat me tincke eſh houer ten day, and eſh day ten yeare, till I come to her: Here be de huiſe of ſin vader, ſall alle and knocke. What a bots ayle you, are you madd? Will you runne ouer me and breake my Glaſſes? Glaſſes, wat Glaſſes? Prey is monſieur Piſaro to de mayſon? Harke Ned, there's thy ſubſtaunce Nay by the Maſſe, the ſubſtaunce's heere, The ſhaddow's but an Aſſe. What Maiſter Piſaro? Logerhead, heere's none of your Piſaros? Yes but dit is the houis of meſter Piſaro. Will not this monſieur Motley take his anſwer? Ile goe and knocke the aſſe about the pate. Nay by your leaue ſir, but Ile hold your worſhip. This ſturre we ſhould haue had, had you ſtood there. Why, would it not vexe one to heare the aſſe, Stand prating here of dit and dan, and den and dog? One of thy mettle Ned, would ſurely doe it: But peace, and harke to the reſt. Doe no de fine Gentlewoman matreſſe Mathea dwell in dt Plaſhe? No ſir, here dwels none of your fine Gantle-woman▪ Twere a good deed ſirra, to ſee who you are; You come hither to ſteale my Glaſſes. And then counterfeite you are going to your Queanes. I be deceu dis darke neight; here be no Wenſhe, I be no in de right plaſhe: I prey Monſieur, wat be name dis Streete, and wiſhe be de way to Croſhe-friers? Marry this is Fanchurch-ſtreete, And the beſt way to Crotched-friers, is to follow your noſe Ʋanſhe, ſtreete, how ſhaunce me come to Vanſhe ſtreete? vell monſieur, me muſt alle to Croche-friers. Farewell fortipence, goe ſeeke your Signor, I hope youle finde your ſelues two Dolts anone: Huſh Fredinand, I heare the laſt come ſtamping hither. Ha ſirra, I haue left my fatte Dutchman, and runne my ſelfe almoſt out of breath too: now to my young miſtreſſes goe I, ſome body caſt an old ſhoe after me: but ſoft, how ſhall I doe to counterfeite the Dutchman, be cauſe I ſpeake Engliſh ſo like a naturall; Tuſh, take you no thought for that, let me alone for Squintum ſquantum: ſoft, her's my Maiſters houſe, Whoſe there. Whoſe there, why ſir here is: Nay thats too good Engliſh; Why here be de growtte Dutchman. Then theres not onely a growte head, but an Aſſe alſo. What be yoo, yoo be an Engliſh Oxe to call a gentle moan Aſſe. Harke Ned yonders good greeting.