Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O that your Lordship were but now Confessor, To one or two of these. I would I were, They should find easy penance. Faith how easy? As easy as a down bed would afford it. Sweet Ladies will it please you sit; Sir Harry Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this: His Grace is entering. Nay, you must not freeze, Two women placed together, makes cold weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking: Pray sit between these Ladies. By my faith, And thank your Lordship: by your leave sweet Ladies, If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me: I had it from my Father. Was he mad Sir? O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too; But he would bite none, just as I do now, He would Kiss you Twenty with a breath. Well said my Lord: So now ye are fairly seated: Gntlemen, The penance lies on you; if these fair Ladies Pass away frowning. For my little Cure, Let me alone. YE are welcome my fair Guests; that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend. This to confirm my welcome, And to you all good health. Your Grace is Noble, Let me have such a Bowl may hold my thankes. And save me so much talking. My Lord Sands, I am beholding to you: cheer your neighbours: Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen, Whose fault is this? The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks my Lord, than we shall have 'em, Talk us to silence. You are a merry Gamester My Lord Sands. Yes, if I make my play: here's to your Ladyship, and pledge it Madam: For 'tis to such a thing. You cannot show me. I told your Grace, they would talk anon. What's that? Look out there, some of ye. What warlike voice, And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, fear not; By all the laws of War ye are privileged. How now, what is't? A noble troop of Strangers, For so they seem; th' have left their Barge and landed, And hither make, as great Ambassadors From foreign Princes. Good Lord Chamberlain, Go, give 'em welcome; you can speak the French tongue And pray receive 'em Nobly, and conduct 'em Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty Shall shine at full upon them. Some attend him. You have now a broken Banquet, but we'll mend it. A good digestion to you all; and once more I shower a welcome on ye: welcome all. A noble Company: what are their pleasures? Because they speak no English, thus they prayed To tell your Grace: That having heard by fame Of this so Noble and so fair assembly, This night to meet here they could do no less, (Out of the great respect they bear to beauty) But leave their Flocks, and under your fair Conduct Crave leave to view these Ladies, and entreat An hour of Revels with 'em.
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O that your Lordſhip were but now Confeſſor, To one or two of theſe. I would I were, They ſhould finde eaſie pennance. Faith how eaſie? As eaſie as a downe bed would affoord it. Sweet Ladies will it pleaſe you ſit; Sir Harry Place you that ſide, Ile take the charge of this: His Grace is entring. Nay, you muſt not freeze, Two women plac'd together, makes cold weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keepe 'em waking: Pray ſit betweene theſe Ladies. By my faith, And thanke your Lordſhip: by your leaue ſweet Ladies, If I chance to talke a little wilde, forgiue me: I had it from my Father. Was he mad Sir? O, very mad, exceeding mad, in loue too; But he would bite none, iuſt as I doe now, He would Kiſſe you Twenty with a breath. Well ſaid my Lord: So now y' are fairely ſeated: Gntlemen, The pennance lyes on you; if theſe faire Ladies Paſſe away frowning. For my little Cure, Let me alone. Y' are welcome my faire Gueſts; that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend. This to confirme my welcome, And to you all good health. Your Grace is Noble, Let me haue ſuch a Bowle may hold my thankes. And ſaue me ſo much talking. My Lord Sands, I am beholding to you: cheere your neighbours: Ladies you are not merry; Gentlemen, Whoſe fault is this? The red wine firſt muſt riſe In their faire cheekes my Lord, then wee ſhall haue 'em, Talke vs to ſilence. You are a merry Gamſter My Lord Sands. Yes, if I make my play: Heer's to your Ladiſhip, and pledge it Madam: For tis to ſuch a thing. You cannot ſhew me. I told your Grace, they would talke anon. What's that? Looke out there, ſome of ye. What warlike voyce, And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not; By all the lawes of Warre y' are priuiledg'd. How now, what is't? A noble troupe of Strangers, For ſo they ſeeme; th' haue left their Barge and landed, And hither make, as great Embaſſadors From forraigne Princes. Good Lord Chamberlaine, Go, giue 'em welcome; you can ſpeake the French tongue And pray receiue 'em Nobly, and conduct 'em Into our preſence, where this heauen of beauty Shall ſhine at full vpon them. Some attend him. You haue now a broken Banket, but wee'l mend it. A good digeſtion to you all; and once more I ſhowre a welcome on yee: welcome all. A noble Company: what are their pleaſures? Becauſe they ſpeak no Engliſh, thus they praid To tell your Grace: That hauing heard by fame Of this ſo Noble and ſo faire aſſembly, This night to meet heere they could doe no leſſe, (Out of the great reſpect they beare to beauty) But leaue their Flockes, and vnder your faire Conduct Craue leaue to view theſe Ladies, and entreat An houre of Reuels with 'em.