Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.84 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Look you, here are the hangers. Let's see them. Fie, fie, you have mistook me quite, They are not for my turn (b'y mistress Seldom) here's my Lord Proudly. My Horse Lackey, is my sister Honour above? I think her Ladyship, my Lord, is not well, and keeps her Chamber. all's one, I must see her, have the other La. dined? I think not my Lord. Then i'll take a pipe of Tobacco here in your shop if it be not offensive, I would be loath to be thought to come just at dinner time. Garsoon; fill, sirrah, What said the goldsmith for the money? He said my Lord he would lend no man money that he durst not arrest. How got that wit into Cheapside 'tro, he is a Cuckold. Saw you my Lady today, what says she? Marry my Lord, she said her old husband had a great payment to make this morning, and had not left her so much as a jewel. A pox of her old cat's chops, the teeth she had, have made a transmigration into hair, she hath a bigger beard than I by this light. This custom in us Citizens is good, Thus walking off when men talk with our wives, It shows us courteous, and mannerly, Some count it baseness, he's a fool that does so, It is the highest point of policy Especially when we have virtuous wives. Fie, fie, you talk uncivilly my Lord. Uncivilly, mew, can a Lord talk uncivilly? I think you a finical taffatae pipkin may be proud i'll sit so near it, uncivilly mew. Your mother's Cat has kittened in your mouth sure: Prithee but note yon Fellow, does he not walk & look as if he did desire to be a Cuckold? But you do not look as if you could make him one, now they have dined my Lord. God save your Lordship. How dost thou coz, hast thou got any more wit yet? No by my troth I have but little money with that little wit I have, and the more wit ever the less money, yet as little as I have of either: I would give some thing that I durst but quarrel, I would not be abused thus daily as I am. Save you my Lord. Good Master Well-tried, you can inform me, pray how ended the quarrel betwixt young Bold, and the other Gentleman. Why very fairly my Lord, on honourable terms, Young Bold was injured and did challenge him, Fought in the field, and the other gave him satisfaction Under his hand, I was Bould's second, and can show it here. 'tis strange there was no hurt done, yet I hold the other Gentleman, far the better Man. So do not I. Besides they say the satisfaction that walks in the Ordinaries, is counterfeit.
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Looke you, heere are the hangers. Let's see them. Fie, fie, you haue mistooke me quite, They are not for my turne (b'y mistris Seldome) Heere's my Lord Proudlie. My Horse Laquey, is my sister Honor aboue? I thinke her Ladiship, my Lord, is not well, and keeps her Chamber. Al's one, I must see her, haue the other La. din'd? I thinke not my Lord. Then i'le take a pipe of Tobacco heere in your shop if it be not offensiue, I would be loath to be thought to come iust at dinner time. Garsoon; fill, sirrah, What said the Gold-Smith for the money? He said my Lord he would lend no man money that he durst not arrest. How got that wit into Cheape-side 'tro, hee is a Cuckold. Saw you my Ladie to day, what saies shee? Marry my Lord, shee said her old husband had a great payment to make this morning, and had not left her so much as a jewell. A poxe of her old Cats chops, the teeth shee had, haue made a transmigration into haire, shee hath a bigger beard than I by this light. This custome in vs Cittizens is good, Thus walking off when men talk with our wiues, It shew's vs curteous, and mannerly, Some count it basenesse, hee's a foole that does so, It is the highest point of pollicie Especiallie when we haue vertuous wiues. Fie, fie, you talke vnciuillie my Lord. Vnciuillie, mew, can a Lord talke vnciuilly? I thinke you a finicall taffatae pipkin may be proud ile sit so neare it, vnciuillie mew. Your mothers Cat ha's kitten'd in your mouth sure: Prithee but note yo Felow, do's he not walke & look as if hee did desire to be a Cuckold? But you doe not looke as if you could make him one, now they haue dind my Lord. God saue your Lordship. How dost thou Coze, hast thou got any more wit yet? No by my troth I haue but litle money with that little wit I haue, and the more wit euer the lesse money, yet as litle as I haue of either: I would giue some thing that I durst but quarrell, I would not be abused thus daily as I am. Saue you my Lord. Good Maister Wel-tri'd, you can informe mee, pray how ended the quarrell betwixt yong Bould, and the other Gentleman. Why very fairelie my Lord, on honorable tearmes, Young Bould was iniur'd and did challenge him, Fought in the field, and the other gaue him satisfaction Vnder his hand, I was Boulds second, and can shew it heere. T'is strange there was no hurt done, yet I hold the other Gentleman, farr the better Man. So doe not I. Besides they say the satisfaction that walks in the Ordinaries, is counter-feit.