Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 28 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.
The same, the same: Hark ye honesty, methinks you might do well to have an M. under your Girdle, considering how signior Pifaro, and this other Monsieur do hold of me. Oh sir, I cry you mercy; pardon this fault, and I'll do as much for you the next time. Well, passing over superfluical talk, I pray what Street is this; for it is so dark, I know not where I am? Why art thou drunk, Dost thou not know Fanchurch-streete? ay sir, a good Fellow may sometimes be overseen among Friends; I was drinking with my Master and these Gentlemen, and therefore no marvel though I be none of the wisest at this present: But I pray thee Goodman Buttericke, bring me to my masters House. Why I will, I will, push that you are so strange now adays: but it is an old said saw, Honours change Manners. Goodman Buttericke will you walk afore: Come honest Friends, will ye go to our House? Ouy monsieur Frisco. Si signior Frisco. Oh de skellam Frisco, ic weit neit waer dat ic be, ic go and hit my nose op dit post, and ic go and hit my nose op danden post; Oh de villain: Well, waer ben ic now? Haw laet syen is dut neit croshe vrier, ya seker so ist and dit M. Pisaros huis: Oh de good shaunce, well ic sall now have de Wenshe Laurentia, mestris Laurentia. Who's there, Master Haruie? Master Walgrave? Master Heigham? Ya my Low, here be mester Heigham your groot friend. How, Master Heigham my grot urined? Out alas, here's one of the Strangers. Peace you Mammet, let's see which it is; we may chance teach him a strange trick for his learning: M. Heigham, what wind drives you to our house so late? Oh my leif Mesken, de love tol v be so groot, dat het bring me out my bed voor you. Ha, ha, we know the Ass by his ears; it is the Dutchman: what shall we do with him? Peace, let him not know, that you are here: M. Heigham, if you will stay awhile that I may see, if my Father be asleep, and I'll make means we may come together Dat sal ick my lova. Is dit no well counterfeit I speak so like mester Heigham as 'tis possible. Well, what shall we do with this Lubber? (Lover I should say.) What shall we do with him? Why crown him with a— Fie Slut: No, we'll use him cleanlier; you know we have never a Sign at the door, would not the jest prove currant, to make the Dutchman supply that want. Nay, the fool will cry out, & so wake my father. Why, then we'll cut the Rope & cast him down. And so jest out a hanging; let's rather draw him up in the Basket, and so starve him to death this frosty night. In sadness, well advised: Sister, do you hold him in talk, and we'll provide it whilst.
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The ſame, the ſame: Harke yee honeſty, mee thinkes you might doe well to haue an M. vnder your Girdle, conſidering how Signor Pifaro, and this other Monſieur doe hold of mee. Oh ſir, I cry you mercie; pardon this fault, and Ile doe as much for you the next time. Well, paſsing ouer ſuperfluicall talke, I pray what Street is this; for it is ſo darke, I know not where I am? Why art thou druncke, Doſt thou not know Fanchurch-ſtreete? I ſir, a good Fellow may ſometimes be ouerſeene among Friends; I was drinking with my Maiſter and theſe Gentlemen, and therefore no maruaile though I be none of the wiſeſt at this preſent: But I pray thee Goodman Buttericke, bring mee to my Maiſters Houſe. Why I will, I will, puſh that you are ſo ſtrange now adayes: but it is an old ſaid ſaw, Honors change Manners. Good-man Buttericke will you walke afore: Come honeſt Friends, will yee goe to our Houſe? Ouy monſieur Friſco. Si ſignor Friſco. Oh de skellam Friſco, ic weit neit waer dat ic be, ic goe and hit my noſe op dit poſt, and ic goe and hit my noſe op danden poſt; Oh de villaine: Well, waer ben ic now? Haw laet ſyen is dut neit croſhe vrier, ya ſeker ſo iſt and dit M. Piſaros huis: Oh de good ſhaunce, well ic ſall now haue de Wenſhe Laurentia, meſtris Laurentia. Who's there, Maiſter Haruie? Maiſter Walgraue? Maiſter Heigham? Ya my Louue, here be meſter Heigham your groot frinde. How, Maiſter Heigham my grot vrinde? Out alas, here's one of the Strangers. Peace you Mammet, let's ſee which it is; wee may chaunce teach him a ſtrange tricke for his learning: M. Heigham, what wind driues you to our houſe ſo late? Oh my leif Mesken, de loue tol v be ſo groot, dat het bring me out my bed voor you. Ha, ha, we know the Aſſe by his eares; it is the Dutchman: what ſhall we doe with him? Peace, let him not know, that you are heere: M. Heigham, if you will ſtay awhile that I may ſe, if my Father be a ſleepe, and Ile make meanes we may come togeather Dat ſal ick my Loua. Is dit no well counterfett I ſpeake ſo like meſter Heigham as tis poſsible. Well, what ſhall we doe with this Lubber? (Louer I ſhould ſay.) What ſhall wee doe with him? Why crowne him with a — Fie Slutt: No, wele vſe him clenlier; you know we haue neuer a Signe at the dore, would not the ieſt proue currant, to make the Dutchman ſupply that want. Nay, the foole wil cry out, & ſo wake my father. Why, then wele cut the Rope & caſt him downe. And ſo ieſt out a hanging; let's rather draw him vp in the Basket, and ſo ſtarue him to death this froſty night. In ſadneſſe, well aduiſde: Siſter, doe you holde him in talke, and weele prouide it whilſt.