Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 34 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 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I M. Mendall; why forsooth I was at his Chamber, and we were coming hitherward, and he was very hot, and bade me carry his Cloak; and I no sooner had it, but he (being very light) firks me down on the left hand, and I turned down on the left hand, and so lost him. Why then you turned together, Ass. No sir, we never saw one another since. Why, turned you not both on the left hand? No forsooth we turned both on the left hand. Hoyda, why yet you went both together. Ah no, we went clean contrary one from another. Why Dolt, why Patch, why Ass, On which hand turned ye? Alas, alas, I cannot tell forsooth, it was so dark I could not see, on which hand we turned: But I am sure we turned one way. Was ever creature plagued with such a Dolt? My Son Vandal now hath lost himself, And shall all night go straying 'bout the Town; Or meet with some strange Watch that knows him not; And all by such an arrant Ass as this. No, no, you may soon smell the Dutchmans lodging: Now for a Figure: Out alas, what's yonder? Where? Hoyda, hoyda, a Basket: it turns, hoe. Peace ye Villain, and let's see who's there? Go look about the House; where are our weapons? What might this mean? Look, look, look; there's one in it, he peeps out: Is there near a Stone here to hurl at his Nose. What, wouldst thou break my Windows with a Stone? How now, who's there, who are you sir? Look, he peeps out again: Oh it's M. Mendall, it's M. Mendall: how got he up thither? What, my Son Vandal, how comes this to pass? signior Vandal, what do you go to de wenshe in de Basket? Oh Vadere, Vadere, here be sush cruel Dochterkens, ick ben also weary, also weary, also cold; for be in dit little Basket: lo prey help dene. He looks like the sign of the Mouth without bishop's gate, gaping, and a great Face, and a great Head, and nobody. Why how now Son, what have your Adamants Drawn you up so far, and there left you hanging Twixt Heaven and Earth like Mahomet's Sepulchre? They did unkindly, whosoe'er they were, That plagued him here, like Tantalus in Hell, To touch his Lips like the desired Fruit, And then to snatch it from his gaping Chaps. A little farther signior Vandal, and dan you may put v head into de windo and cash de Wensh. Ick prey Vader dat you help de me, Ick prey Goody Vader. Help you, but how? Cut the Rope. Sir, I'll go in and see, And if I can, I'll let him down to you. Do gentle Mouche: Why but here's a jest; They say, high climbers have the greatest falls: If you should fall; as how you'll do I know not, by’r lady I should doubt me of my Son: Pray to the Rope to hold: Art thou there Mouche?
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I M. Mendall; why forſooth I was at his Chamber, and wee were comming hitherward, and he was very hot, and bade me carry his Cloake; and I no ſooner had it, but he (being very light) ſirkes me downe on the left hand, and I turnd downe on the left hand, and ſo loſt him. VVhy then you turnd togeather, Aſſe. No ſir, we neuer ſaw one another ſince. VVhy, turnd you not both on the left hand? No for-ſooth we turnd both on the left hand. Hoyda, why yet you went both togeather. Ah no, we went cleane contrary one from another. VVhy Dolt, why Patch, why Aſſe, On which hand turnd yee? Alas, alas, I cannot tell for-ſooth, it was ſo darke I could not ſee, on which hand we turnd: But I am ſure we turnd one way. VVas euer creature plagud with ſuch a Dolt? My Sonne Vandalle now hath loſt himſelfe, And ſhall all night goe ſtraying bout the Towne; Or meete with ſome ſtrange Watch that knowes him not; And all by ſuch an arrant Aſſe as this. No, no, you may ſoone ſmel the Dutchmans lodging: Now for a Figure: Out alas, what's yonder? VVhere? Hoyda, hoyda, a Basket: it turnes, hoe. Peace ye Villaine, and let's ſee who's there? Goe looke about the Houſe; where are our weapons? VVhat might this meane? Looke, looke, looke; there's one in it, he peeps out: Is there nere a Stone here to hurle at his Noſe. VVhat, wouldſt thou breake my VVindowes with a Stone? How now, who's there, who are you ſir? Looke, he peepes out againe: Oh it's M. Mendall, it's M. Mendall: how got he vp thither? What, my Sonne Vandalle, how comes this to paſſe? Signor Vandalle, wat do yo goe to de wenſhe in de Basket? Oh Vadere, Vadere, here be ſuſh cruell Dochterkens, ick ben alſo wery, alſo wery, alſo cold; for be in dit little Basket: lo prey helpe dene. He lookes like the ſigne of the Mouth without Biſhops gate, gaping, and a great Face, and a great Head, and no Body. Why how now Sonne, what haue your Adamants Drawne you vp ſo farre, and there left you hanging Twixt Heauen and Earth like Mahomets Sepulchre? They did vnkindly, who ſo ere they were, That plagu'd him here, like Tantalus in Hell, To touch his Lippes like the deſired Fruite, And then to ſnatch it from his gaping Chappes. A little farder ſignor Vandalle, and dan you may put v hed into de windo and caſh de Wenſh. Ick prey Vader dat you helpe de mee, Ick prey Goddie Vader. Helpe you, but how? Cut the Rope. Sir, Ile goe in and ſee, And if I can, Ile let him downe to you. Doe gentle Mouche: Why but here's a ieſt; They ſay, high climers haue the greateſt falles: If you ſhould fall; as how youle doe I know not, Birlady I ſhould doubt me of my Sonne: Pray to the Rope to hold: Art thou there Mouche?