Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 38 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 · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Tut, near fear me, We two a-bed shall never disagree. I have stood still all this while, and could not speak for laughing: Lord what a Dialogue hath there been between Age and Youth. You do good on her? even as much as my Dutchman will do on my young Mistress: Master, follow my counsel; then send for M. Heigham to help him, for I'll lay my Cap to two Pence, that he will be asleep tomorrow at night, when he should go to bed to her: Marry for the Italian, he is of another humour, for therele be no dealings with him, till midnight; for he must slaver all the Wenches in the house at parting, or he is nobody: he hath been but a little while at our House, yet in that small time, he hath licked more Grease from our Mawdlins lips, then would have served London Kitchen-stuff this twelvemonth. Yet for my money, well fare the Frenchman, Oh he is a forward Lad, for he'll no sooner come from the Church, but he'll fly to the Chamber; why he'll read his Lesson so often in the day time, that at night like an apt Scholar, he'll be ready to sell his old Book to buy him a new. Oh the generation of Languages that our House will bring forth: why every Bed will have a proper speech to himself, and have the founder's name written upon it in fair Capital letters, Here lay, and so forth. You'll be a villain still: Look who's at door? Nay by the Mass, you are M. Porter, for I'll be hanged if you lose that office, having so pretty a morsel under your keeping: I go (old huddle) for the best Nose at smelling out a Pinfold, that I know: well, take heed, you may haps pick up Worms so long, that at length some of them get into your Nose, and never out after: But what an Ass am I to think so, considering all the Lodgings are taken up already, and there's not a dog-kennel empty for a strange Worm to breed in. The day is broke; Mathea and young Ned, By this time, are so surely linked together, That none in London can forbid the Banes. Laurentia she is near provided for: So that if Harvey's policy but hold, elsewhere the Strangers may go seek them Wives: But here they come. Six o'clock say you; trust me, forward days: Hark you Mowche, hic you to Church, Bid M Bewford be in readiness: Where go you, that way? For my Cloak, sir. Oh 'tis well: and M. brown, Trust me, your early stirring makes me muse, Is it to me your business? even to yourself: I come (I think) to bring you welcome news, And welcome news, More welcome makes the bringer: Speak, speak, good M. brown, I long to hear them.
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PlayEnglishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will
AuthorHaughton, William
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment]
First performance (BritDrama)1598 [spring]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 762 · TCP A02800 · DEEP 642
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1807–1831 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 43 in this edition
Length484 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.808
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tut, nere feare mee, We two abed ſhall neuer diſagree. I haue ſtood ſtill all this while, and could not ſpeake for laughing: Lord what a Dialogue hath there bin betweene Age and Youth. You do good on her? euen as much as my Dutchman will doe on my young Miſtris: Maiſter, follow my counſaile; then ſend for M. Heigham to helpe him, for Ile lay my Cappe to two Pence, that hee will be aſleepe to morrow at night, when he ſhould goe to bed to her: Marry for the Italian, he is of an other humor, for there le be no dealings with him, till midnight; for hee muſt ſlauer all the Wenches in the houſe at parting, or he is no body: hee hath been but a litle while at our Houſe, yet in that ſmall time, hee hath lickt more Greaſe from our Mawdlins lippes, then would haue ſeru'd London Kitchin-ſtuffe this tweluemonth. Yet for my money, well fare the Frenchman, Oh hee is a forward Lad, for heele no ſooner come from the Church, but heele fly to the Chamber; why heele read his Leſſon ſo often in the day time, that at night like an apt Scholler, heele be ready to ſell his old Booke to buye him a new. Oh the generation of Languages that our Houſe will bring foorth: why euery Bedd will haue a propper ſpeach to himſelfe, and haue the Founders name written vpon it in faire Cappitall letters, Heere lay, and ſo foorth. Youle be a villaine ſtill: Looke who's at dore? Nay by the Maſſe, you are M. Porter, for Ile be hang'd if you looſe that office, hauing ſo pretty a morſell vnder your keeping: I goe (old huddle) for the beſt Noſe at ſmelling out a Pin-fold, that I know: well, take heede, you may happes picke vp Wormes ſo long, that at length ſome of them get into your Noſe, and neuer out after: But what an Aſſe am I to thinke ſo, conſidering all the Lodginges are taken vp already, and there's not a Dog-kennell empty for a ſtrange Worme to breed in. The day is broke; Mathea and young Ned, By this time, are ſo ſurely linckt togeather, That none in London can forbid the Banes. Laurentia ſhe is neere prouided for: So that if Haruies pollicie but hold, Elce-wheare the Strangers may goe ſeeke them Wiues: But heere they come. Six a clocke ſay you; truſt mee, forward dayes: Harke you Mowche, hic you to Church, Bid M Bewford be in readineſſe: Where goe you, that way? For my Cloake, ſir. Oh tis well: and M. Browne, Truſt mee, your earely ſtirring makes me muſe, Is it to mee your buſineſſe? Euen to your ſelfe: I come (I thinke) to bring you welcome newes, And welcome newes, More welcome makes the bringer: Speake, ſpeake, good M. Browne, I long to heare them.