Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I'm the more beholding to your pains Sir. No ideo sa. True, he was an Idiot indeed, When he went out of London, but now he's well mended. Did you receive the two Goose-pies I sent you? And eat them heartily, thanks to your Worship. 'Tis my Son Tim, I pray bid him welcome Gentlewomen. Tim, hark you Timotheus' Mother, Timothius. How, shall I deny your Name? Timothius quoth he? Faith there's a name, 'tis my Son Tim forsooth. You're welcome Mr Tim. O this is horrible, she wets as she kisses, Your Handkercher sweet Tutor, to wipe them off, as fast as they come on. Welcome from Cambridge. This is intolerable, This woman has a villainous sweet breath, did she not stink of Comfits, Help me sweet Tutor, or I shall rub my Lips off. I'll go kiss the lower end the whilst. Perhaps that's the sweeter, and we shall dispatch the sooner. Let me come next, Welcome from the Wellspring of discipline, that waters all the Brethren. hoist I beseech thee. O bless the Woman, Mr Vnderman. 'Tis but the common affliction of the faithful, We must embrace our falls. I'm glad I 'scaped it, it was some rotten kiss sure, It dropped down before it came at me. Here's a noise, not parted yet? Hyda, a looking-glass, they have drunk so hard in Plate, That some of them had need of other Vessels, Yonder's the bravest Show. Where? Where Sir? Come along presently by the Pissing-conduit, With two brave Drums and a standard-bearer. O Brave. Come Tutor. Farewell sweet Gossip. I thank you all for your pains. Feed and grow strong. You had more need to sleep then eat, Go take a nap with some of the Brethren, go, And rise up a well edified, boldified Sister, O here's a day of toil well passed o'er, Able to make a Citizen Hare mad, How hot they have made the Room with their thick Bums, Dost not feel it Davy? Monstrous strong Sir. What's here under the Stools? Nothing but wet Sir, some Wine spilled here belike. Is't no worse think'st thou? Fair Needle work Stools, cost nothing with them Davy Nor you neither i'faith. Look how they have laid them, e'en as they lie themselves, with their Heels up, How they have shuffled up the Rushes too Davy With their short figging little shittle-cork-heels, These Women can let nothing stand as they find it, But what's the secret thou'st about to tell me My honest Davy? If you should disclose it Sir. Life rip my Belly up to the Throat than Davy. My Master's upon Marriage. Marriage Davy, send me to hanging rather. I have stung him. When, where, what is she Davy? e'en the same was Gossip, and gave the Spoon. I have no time to stay, nor scarce can speak, I'll stop those wheels, or all the work will break.
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I'me the more beholding to your paynes Sir. No ideo ſa. True, he was an Ideot indeed, When he went out of London, but now he's well mended▪ Did you receiue the two Gooſe-pies I ſent you? And eat them hartely, thankes to your Worſhip. 'Tis my Sonne Tim, I pray bid him welcome Gentlewomen. Tim, harke you Timothius Mother, Timothius. How, ſhall I deny your Name? Timothius quoth he? Faith there's a name, 'tis my Sonne Tim forſooth. You're welcome Mr Tim. O this is horrible, ſhe wets as ſhe kiſſes, Your Handkercher ſweet Tutor, to wipe them off, as faſt as they come on. Welcome from Cambridge. This is intollerable, This woman has a villanous ſweet breath, did ſhe not ſtinke of Comfits, Helpe me ſweet Tutor, or I ſhall rub my Lips off. I'le goe kiſſe the lower end the whil'ſt. Perhaps that's the ſweeter, and we ſhall diſpatch the ſooner. Let me come next, Welcome from the Welſpring of diſcipline, that waters all the Brethren. Hoyſt I beſeech thee. O bleſſe the Woman, Mr Vnderman. 'Tis but the common affliction of the faithfull, We muſt embrace our falles. I'me glad I ſcap't it, it was ſome rotten kiſſe ſure, It dropt downe before it came at me. Here's a noyſe, not parted yet? Hyda, a Looking-glaſſe, they haue drunke ſo hard in Plate, That ſome of them had need of other Veſſels, Yonder's the braueſt Shew. Where? Where Sir? Come along preſently by the Piſſing-conduit, With two braue Drums and a Standert-bearer. O Braue. Come Tutor. Farwell ſweet Goſſip. I thanke you all for your paynes. Feed and grow ſtrong. You had more need to ſleepe then eat, Goe take a nap with ſome of the Brethren, goe, And riſe vp a well edified, boldified Siſter, O here's a day of toyle well paſt o're, Able to make a Citizen Hare mad, How hot they haue made the Roome with their thicke Bums, Do'ſt not feele it Dauy? Monſtrous ſtrong Sir. What's here vnder the Stooles? Nothing but wet Sir, ſome Wine ſpilt here belike. Iſt no worſe think'ſt thou? Faire Needle worke Stooles, coſt nothing with them Dauy Nor you neither I faith. Looke how they haue layd them, Ee'ne as they lye themſelues, with their Heeles vp, How they haue ſhufflled vp the Ruſhes too Dauy With their ſhort figging little ſhittle-corke-heels, Theſe Women can let nothing ſtand as they find it, But what's the ſecret thou'ſt about to tell me My honeſt Dauy? If you ſhould diſcloſe it Sir. Life rip my Belly vp to the Throat then Dauy. My Maſter's vpon Marriage. Marriage Dauy, ſend me to hanging rather. I haue ſtong him. When, where, what is ſhe Dauy? E'ne the ſame was Goſſip, and gaue the Spoone. I haue no time to ſtay, nor ſcarce can ſpeake, I'le ſtop thoſe wheeles, or all the worke will breake.