Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Oh, let not that be any difference, When we do serve, let us be ready for't. And called at His great pleasure: the round year In her circumferent arms will fold us all, And give us all employment seasonable. I am for colder hours, when the bleak air Bites with an Icy tooth: when Summer has seared And Autumn all discoloured, laid all Fallow, Pleasure taken house, and dwells within doors, Then shall my tower's smoke, and comely show: But when again, the fresher morn appears, And the soft Spring renews her Velvet head, St Iames's take my blessed Inhabitants For she can better entertain them then, In larger bounds, in Park, sports, delights, and grounds. A third season yet (with the Western Oars) Calls up to Richmond, when the high-heated year, Is in her solstice: Then she affords More sweeter-breathing air, more bounds, more pleasures: The Hounds loud Music to the flying Stag, The feathered Talenter to the falling bird, The Bowman's twelvescore prick, even at the door, And to these I could add a hundred more. Then let not us strive which shall be his homes: But strive to give him welcome when he comes. By my troth he shall be welcome to Richmond When so ever he comes. And to Saint Iames's i'faith at midnight. Mean time, 'tis fit I give him welcome hither; But first, to you my Royal Royalest guest, And I could wish your Banquet were a Feast: howe'er your welcome is most bounteous, Which, I beseech you take as gracious: To you my Owner, Master, and my Lord, Let me the second unto you afford, And then, from you to all: for it is you That gives indeed, what I but seem to do. I was from ruin raised by a fair hand, A Royal hand: in that state let me stand For ever now: to bounty I was bred, My cups full brimmed, and my free tables spread To hundreds daily, even without my door, I had an open hand unto the poor. I know I shall so still, then shall their prayers Pass by the porter's Keys, climb up each stairs, And knit, and joint, my new re-edified frames, That I shall able be to keep your names Unto eternity: Denmark House shall keep Her high Name now, till Time doth fall asleep, And be no more: mean time, welcome, welcome, Heartily welcome; but chiefly you (great Sir,) whate'er lies in my power, command me all, As freely as you were at your White-Hall. SOldier, ta-ra-ra-ra-ra. How is't? thou look'st as if thou hadst lost a field today. No, but I have lost a day i'th' field: if you take me a maunding but where I am commanding, let 'em show me the house of correction. Why, thou wert not maunding, wert thou? there's martial danger in that, believe it. No sir, but I was bold to show myself to some of my old and familiar acquaintance; but being disguised with my wants, there's nobody knew me.
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Oh, let not that be any difference, When we doe serue, let vs be ready for't. And call'd at His great pleasure: the round yeere In her circumferent armes will fold vs all, And giue vs all employment seasonable. I am for colder houres, when the bleake ayre Bites with an Icy tooth: when Summer ha's sear'd And Autumne all discolour'd, layd all Fallow, Pleasure taken house, and dwels within doores, Then shall my Towers smoke, and comely shew: But when agen, the fresher morne appeares, And the soft Spring renues her Veluet head, St Iames's take my blest Inhabitants For she can better entertaine them then, In larger bounds, in Parke, sports, delights, and grounds. A third season yet (with the Westerne Oares) Calls vp to Richmond, when the high-heated yeere, Is in her Solsticie: Then she affords More sweeter-breathing ayre, more bounds, more pleasures: The Hounds lowd Musique to the flying Stagge, The feather'd Talenter to the falling bird, The Bow-mans twelue-score prick, euen at the doore, And to these I could adde a hundred more. Then let not vs striue which shall be his homes: But striue to giue him welcome when he comes. By my troth he shal be welcome to Richmond When so euer he comes. And to Saint Iames's yfaith at midnight. Meane time, 'tis fit I giue him welcome hither; But first, to you my Royall Royall'st ghest, And I could wish your Banquet were a Feast: How e're your welcome is most bounteous, Which, I beseech you take as gracious: To you my Owner, Master, and my Lord, Let me the second vnto you afford, And then, from you to all: for it is you That giues indeed, what I but seeme to doe. I was from ruine rais'd by a faire hand, A Royall hand: in that state let me stand For euer now: to bounty I was bred, My cups full brim'd, and my free tables spred To hundreds dayly, euen without my doore, I had an open hand vnto the poore. I know I shall so still, then shall their pray'rs Passe by the Porters Keyes, climbe vp each stayres, And knit, and ioynt, my new reedifyde frames, That I shall able bee to keepe your names Vnto eternitie: Denmarke House shall keepe Hir high Name now, till Time doth fall asleepe, And bee no more: meane time, welcome, welcome, Heartily welcome; but chiefely you (great Sir,) What e're lyes in my power, command me all, As freely as you were at your White-Hall. SOldier, ta-ra-ra-ra-ra. How ist? thou lookst as if thou hadst lost a field to day. No, but I haue lost a day ith field: if you take me a maunding but where I am commanding, let shew me the house of correction. Why, thou wert not maunding, wert thou? there's martiall danger in that, beleeue it. No sir, but I was bold to shew my selfe to some of my old and familiar acquaintance; but being disguis'd with my wants, there's no body knew me.