Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
So it seems, for I saw him weep like a Cut Vine. Weep; I warrant that was because he could not find in's heart to have my Master by th'cares. My Mistress. Chase chase. Where's your master. Newly gone forth forsooth. Whether, with whom? With my old Master your Father. Ha! my Father! when came her who was with him? What said he, how did my Husband use him? As Officers at Court use Citizens that come without their Wives; scarce made him drink, but they are gone very lovingly together. That's well, my heart has so ached since I went forth, I am glad I was out of the peals of Thunder, asked he not for me, was Gazetto with him, Luke was not he with him ha! Not only the old man. That's well, reach my work basket, is the embroidered Muff perfumed for the Lady? Yes forsooth, she never put her hand into a sweeter thing. Are you sure Gazetto was not with my Father? Unless he wore the invisible cloak. Bless me from that disease and I care not, one fit of him would soon send me to my grave; my heart so throbs? What is't you lack. Fine Garters, Gloves, Glasses, Girdles what is't you buy, I have a warrant you see from the King to search all Seville for the woman that did this murder, the act of which has made me mad, miss no shop, let me have that, which I can buy in some Country for seven groats justice! Your searching house by house this is so spread abroad that 'tis as bad as a scarecrow to fright away the bird you seek to Catch, methinks if you walk soberly alone, from shop to shop your bat fowling would catch more wagtails Well shot Sagitarius, I'll nock as thou bidst me, What think you of yonder parrot i'th' Cage. A rope— ha— puff— is the wind with me. What stares the man at so. His wits are reeled a little out of the road way nothing else; Alas mistress, this world is able to make any man mad. Ha ha ha ha. What do you laugh at, is this she. No, but I saw a dove fly by that had eaten Carrion it showed like a corrupted Churchman farewell. Do you discharge us then. As hail shot at a dunghill where Crows are. thouart mine; thanks vengeance; thou at last art come, (Though with wolly feet) be quick now and strike home. What is't you lack. What is't you buy. That's she. Peace; Madam let's try here: What is't you lack sir! A glove with an excellent perfume. For yourself sir! I would fit myself sir, but I am now for a woman: a pretty little hand, the richest you have. About the bigness of this gentlewoman's will serve:
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So it seemes, for I saw him weepe like a Cut Vine. Weepe; I warrant that was because hee could not find in's heart to haue my Master by th'cares. My Mistris. Chase chase. Where's your master. Newly gone forth forsooth. Whether, with whom? With my old Master your Father. Ha! my Father! when came her who was with him? What said he, how did my Husband vse him? As Officers at Court vse Citizens that come without their Wiues; scarce made him drinke, but they are gone very louingly together. That's well, my heart has so since I went forth, I am glad I was out of the peales of Thunder, askt hee not for mee, was Gazetto with him, Luke was not hee with him ha! Not onely the old man. That's well, reach my worke basket, is the imbrodered Muffe perfum'd for the Lady? Yes forsooth, she neuer put her hand into a sweeter thing. Are you sure Gazetto was not with my Father? Vnlesse he wore the invisible cloake. Blesse me from that disease and I care not, one fit of him would soone send me to my graue; my hart so throbs? What is't you lacke. Fine Garters, Gloues, Glasses, Girdles what is't you buy, I haue a warrant you see from the King to search all Siuell for the woman that did this murther, the act of which has made me mad, misse no shop, let me haue that, which I can buy in some Country for seuen groates Iustice! Your searching house by house this is so spread abroad that 'tis as bad as a scarcrow to fright away the bird you seeke to Catch, me thinks if you walke soberly alone, from shop to shop your bat fowling would catch more wagtailes Well shot Sagitarius, Ile nock as thou bidst mee, What thinke you of yonder parrot i'th Cage. A rope—ha—puffe—is the wind with mee. What stares the man at so. His wits are reeld a little out of the road way nothing else; Alas mistris, this world is able to make any man mad. Ha ha ha ha. What doe you laugh at, is this shee. No, but I saw a doue fly by that had eaten Carrion it shewd like a corrupted Churchman farewell. Doe you discharge vs then. As haile shot at a dunghill where Crowes are. Th'art mine; thankes vengeance; thou at last art come, (Tho with wolly feet) be quick now and strike home. What is't you lacke. What is't you buy. That's shee. Peace; Madam lets try here: What is't you lack sir! A gloue with an excellent perfume. For your selfe sir! I would fit my selfe sir, but I am now for a woman: a pritty little hand, the richest you haue. About the bignesse of this gentlewomans will serue: