Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 35 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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Yes sir, now you may choose, whether you'll stay till I let him down, or whether I shall cut him down? Cut him down master Mouse, cut him down And let's see, how he'll tumble. Why sauce, who asked your counsel? Let him down. What, with a Cushion too? why you provided To lead your life as did Diogenes; And for a Tub, to creep into a Basket. Ick sall seg v Vader, Ick quame here to your Huise and spreake tol de Dochterken. M. Mendall, you are welcome out of the Basket: I smell a Rat it was not for nothing, that you lost me. Oh skellum, you run away from me. I thought so sirrah, you gave him the slip. Faw, no forsooth; I'll tell you how it was: when we come from Bucklers-Burie into Cornwall, and I had taken the Cloak, than you should have turned down on your left hand and so have gone right forward, and so turned up again, and so have crossed the street; and you like an Ass. Why how now Rascal; is your manners such? You ass, you Dolt, why led you him through Cornhill, Your way had been to come through Canning street. Why so I did sir. Why thou seest ye were in Corn-Hill. Indeed sir there was three faults, the Night was dark, Master Mendall drunk, and I sleepy, that we could not tell very well, which way we went. Sirrah I owe for this a cudgeling: But Gentlemen, sith things have fallen out so, And for I see Vandal quakes for cold, This night accept your Lodgings in my house, And in the morning forward with your marriage, Come on my sons, sirrah fetch up more wood. Nay never weep Marina for the matter, Tears are but signs of sorrow, helping not. Would it not mad one to be crossed as I, Being in the very height of my desire? The strangers frustrate all: our true love's come, Nay more, even at the door, and Harvy's arms Spread as a Rainbow ready to receive me, And then my Father meet us: Oh God, oh God. Weep who that list for me, y faith not I, Though I am youngest yet my stomach's great: Nor 'tis not father, friends, nor any one, Shall make me wed the man I cannot love: I'll have my will ynfayth, i'faith I will. Let us determine Sisters what to do, My father means to wed us in the morning, And therefore something must be thought upon. we'll to our father and so know his mind, I and his reason too, we are no fools, Or Babes neither, to be fed with words. Agreed, agreed: but who shall speak for all? I will. No I. Thou wilt not speak for crying. Yes, yes I warrant you, that humours left, Be I but moved a little, I shall speak, And anger him I fear, ere I have done.
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Yes ſir, now you may chuſe, whether youle ſtay till I let him downe, or whether I ſhall cut him downe? Cut him downe maiſter Mowſe, cut him downe And let's ſee, how hele tumble. Why ſauce, who ask'd your counſaile? Let him downe. What, with a Cusſhion too? why you prouided To lead your life as did Diogines; And for a Tubb, to creepe into a Basket. Ick ſall ſeg v Vader, Ick quame here to your Huiſe and ſpreake tol de Dochterken. M. Mendall, you are welcome out of the Basket: I ſmell a Ratt it was not for nothing, that you loſt me. Oh skellum, you run away from me. I thought ſo ſirra, you gaue him the flip. Faw, no for-ſooth; Ile tell you how it was: when we come from Bucklers-Burie into Corn-Wale, and I had taken the Cloake, then you ſhould haue turnd downe on your left hand and ſo haue gone right forward, and ſo turnd vp againe, and ſo haue croſt the ſtreate; and you like an Aſſe. Why how now Raſcall; is your manners ſuch? You aſſe, you Dolt, why led you him through Corn-hill, Your way had been to come through Canning ſtreete. Why ſo I did ſir. Why thou ſeeſt yee were in Corn-Hill. Indeed ſir there was three faults, the Night was darke, Maiſter Mendall drunke, and I ſleepy, that we could not tell very well, which way we went. Sirra I owe for this a Cudgelling: But Gentlemen, ſith things haue faulne out ſo, And for I ſee Vandalle quakes for cold, This night accept your Lodginges in my houſe, And in the morning forward with your marriage, Come on my ſonnes, ſirra fetch vp more wood. Nay neuer weepe Marina for the matter, Teares are but ſignes of ſorrow, helping not. Would it not madde one to be croſt as I, Being in the very hight of my deſire? The ſtrangers fruſtrate all: our true loue's come, Nay more, euen at the doore, and Haruies armes Spred as a Rayne-bow ready to receiue me, And then my Father meete vs: Oh God, oh God. Weepe who that liſt for me, y fayth not I, Though I am youngeſt yet my ſtomack's great: Nor tis not father, friends, nor any one, Shall make me wed the man I cannot loue: Ile haue my will ynfayth, y'fayth I will. Let vs determine Siſters what to doe, My father meanes to wed vs in the morning, And therefore ſomething muſt be thought vpon. Weele to our father and ſo know his minde, I and his reaſon too, we are no fooles, Or Babes neither, to be fedde with words. Agreede, agreede: but who ſhall ſpeake for all? I will. No I. Thou wilt not ſpeake for crying. Yes▪ yes I warrant you, that humors left, Bee I but mou'de a little, I ſhall ſpeake, And anger him I feare, ere I haue done.