Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 26 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.
But you, and you be Master Mouse that dwell here, tell your matressa Laurentia datt her sweet heart Master Vandal would speak with horde, Master Mendall, get you gone, lest you get a broken Pate and so mar all: here's no entrance for mistress Laurentios sweet heart. Gods sacaren watt is the luck now. Shall not I come to my friend master Pisar Hoose? Yes and to master Pisaro's Shoes too, if he or they were here. Why my grout friend, M. Pisaro doth dwell here. Sirrah, you lie, here dwells nobody but I, that have dwelled here this one & forty years, and sold Glasses. Lie farther, one and fifty at the least. Hoo, ho, ho; do you give the Gentleman the lie? ay sir, and will give you a lick of my Cudgel, if ye stay long and trouble the whole street with your bawling: hence dolt, and go seek M. Pisaro's House. Go seek M. Pisaro's House; Where shall I go seek it? Why, you shall go seek it where it is. That is here in Crodched-friers. How Loggerhead, is Croched-friers here? I thought you were some such drunken Ass, That come to seek Croched-friers in Tower-street: But get you along on your left hand, and be hanged; You have kept me out of my Bed with your bangling, A good while longer than I would have been. Ah, ah, How is this? Is not this Croched-friers? Tell me, I'll hold a Crown they gave me so much Wine at the Tavern, that I am drunk, and know not out. My Dutchman's out his Compass & his Card; he's reckoning what Wind hath drove him hither: I'll swear he thinks never to see Pisaro's. Nay 'tis so, I am sure drunk: Soft let me see, what was I about? Oh now I have it, I must go to my masters house and counterfeit the Dutchman, and get my young Mistress: well, and I must turn on my left hand, for I have forgot the way quite and clean: Fare de well good friend, I am a simple Dutchman I. Fair weather after you. And now my Lads, Have I not plied my part as I should do? 'twas well, 'twas well: But now let's cast about, To set these Woodcocks farther from the House, And afterwards return unto our Girls. Content, content; come, come make haste. I go and turn, and dan I come to dis plash, I can no tell watt, and sall do I can no tell watt, turn by the Pump; I pump it fair. Me all, end all & can no come to Croche-friers. Oh miserable Black-pudding, if I can tell which is the way to my masters house, I am a Red-herring, and no honest Gentleman. Who parlato dare? Who be der? who all der? How's this? For my life here are the Strangers: Oh that I had the Dutchmans Hose, that I might creep into the Pockets; they'll all three fall upon me & beat me.
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But yoo, and yoo be Maiſter Mouſe that dwell here, tell your matreſſa Laurentia datt her ſweete harte Maiſter Vandall would ſpeake with horde, Maiſter Mendall, gette you gon, leaſt you get a broken Pate and ſo marre all: heres no entrance for miſſtres Laurentios ſweete heart. Gods ſacaren watt is the luck now. Shall not I come to my friend maiſter Piſar Hooſe? Yes and to maiſter Piſaros Shoes too, if hee or they were here. Why my groute friend, M. Piſaro doth dwel here. Sirra, you lye, heere dwells no body but I, that haue dwelt here this one & forty yeares, and ſold Glaſſes. Lye farder, one and fifty at the leaſt. Hoo, hoo, hoo; do you giue the Gentleman the ly? I ſir, and will giue you a licke of my Cudgell, if yee ſtay long and trouble the whole ſtreete with your bawling: hence dolt, and goe ſeeke M. Piſaros Houſe. Goe ſeeke M. Piſaros Houſe; Where ſhall I goe ſeeke it? Why, you ſhall goe ſeeke it where it is. That is here in Crodched-friers. How Loger-head, is Croched-friers heere? I thought you were ſome ſuch drunken Aſſe, That come to ſeeke Croched-friers in Tower-ſtreete: But get you along on your left hand, and be hang'd; You haue kept me out of my Bedd with your bangling, A good while longer then I would haue been. Ah, ah, How is this? Is not this Croched-friers? Tell mee, Ile hold a Crowne they gaue me ſo much Wine at the Tauerne, that I am druncke, and know not out. My Dutchman's out his Compaſſe & his Card; Hee's reckning what Winde hath droue him hither: Ile ſweare hee thinkes neuer to ſee Piſaros. Nay tis ſo, I am ſure druncke: Soft let mee ſee, what was I about? Oh now I haue it, I muſt goe to my Maiſters houſe and counterfeite the Dutchman, and get my young Miſtreſſe: well, and I muſt turne on my left hand, for I haue forgot the way quite and cleane: Fare de well good frend, I am a ſimple Dutchman I. Faire weather after you. And now my Laddes, Haue I not plide my part as I ſhould doe? Twas well, twas well: But now let's caſt about, To ſet theſe Woodcocks farder from the Houſe, And afterwards returne vnto our Girles. Content, content; come, come make haſte. I goe and turne, and dan I come to dis plaſhe, I can no tell watt, and ſall doe I can no tell watt, turne by the Pumpe; I pumpe it faire. Me alle, ende alle & can no come to Croche-friers. Oh miſerable Blacke-pudding, if I can tell which is the way to my Maiſters houſe, I am a Red-herring, and no honeſt Gentleman. Who parlato daer? Who be der? who alle der? How's this? For my life here are the Strangers: Oh that I had the Dutchmans Hoſe, that I might creepe into the Pockets; they'le all three fall vpon me & beat me.