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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Right Sir. Nay she's wise A subtle Ape, but loving as the Moon, is to the Sea: I hope she'll prove more constant: Then is the needle to the Adamant, The God of gold pour down on both your heads His comfortable showers. Thanks to your wishes. May never gall be filled into your Cup, Nor wormwood strew your Pillow; so live, so love, That none may say, a Raven does kiss a Dove, I am sorry that I cursed you, but the string Sounds as 'tis played on, as 'tis set we sing. Where's thy Mistress? Oh-pray Son, use Bilbo Caviar well. Where's thy Mistress? She's departed Sir. Departed! whether prithee! It may to a Lord, for a Lady had her away, I came back to fetch a Glove which dropped from the Lady, but before I could overtake them, they were all dropped from me; my Mistress is to me Sir, the needle in the bottle you wot where. Of hay thou mean'st, she'll not be lost I warrant. Here she comes now sir, Tormiella, call her. What shall I call her? Nothing by no means No let her flutter, now she's fast i'th' net, On disobedience, a graceful shame is set, A strange dead palsy, when a woman's tongue Has not the power to stir, dumb! call her I say! Strange news Sir! What is't? Yonder's a Coach full of good faces. That so strange? Yes to alight at our Gate; They are all coming up as boldly, as if they were Landlords and came for Rent, see else. The woman of the House sir pray? She's in her Chamber, sirrah show the way. Do you know these! Troth not I sir, I'm amazed At this their strange arrival. By their starched faces, Small shanks, and blistered shoo-knobs, they should be Courtiers. Our Spanish Mercers say, theyare the bravest fellows. For brave men, theyare no less i'th' tailor's books, Courtiers in citizens' Houses, are Summer fires, May well be spared, and being clean out are best They do the house no good, but help consume, They burn the wood up, and o'erheat the room, Sweetening only th'air a little, that's all, Play the right Citizen then, whilst you gain by them, Hug'em, if they pluck your feathers, come not nigh them. I'll close with them. Do. Welcome Gentlemen. Thanks. Pray sir what Ladies may these be with my Wife? Faith sir if they would cast themselves away upon Knights, they may be Knights Ladies, but they are only Gentlewomen of an exceeding sweet carriage and fashion, and 'tis so Sir, that your wives doings being bruited and spread abroad to be rare for her handling the Spanish needle, these beauties are come only to have your wife prick out a thing, which must be done out of hand, that's the whole business Sir. In good time Sir, Of Court I pray Sir are you? Yes Sir, we follow the Court now and then, as others follow us.
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Right Sir. Nay she's wise A subtill Ape, but louing as the Moone, is to the Sea: I hope she'l proue more constant: Then is the needle to the Adamant, The God of gold powre downe on both your heads His comfortable showers. Thankes to your wishes. May neuer gall be fill'd into your Cup, Nor wormewood strew your Pillow; so liue, so loue, That none may say, a Rauen does kisse a Doue, I am sorry that I curst you, but the string Sounds as 'tis play'd on, as 'tis set we sing. Where's thy Mistresse? Oh-pray Sonne, vse Bilbo Caueare well. Where's thy Mistresse? She's departed Sir. Departed! whether prithee! It may to a Lord, for a Lady had her away, I came backe to fetch a Gloue which dropt from the Lady, but before I could ouertake them, they were all dropt from me; my Mistris is to me Sir, the needle in the bottle you wot where. Of hay thou mean'st, she'l not be lost I warrant. Here she comes now sir, Tormiella, call her. What shall I call her? Nothing by no meanes No let her flutter, now she's fast i'th net, On disobedience, a gracefull shame is set, A strange dead palsie, when a womans tongue Has not the power to stirre, dumb! call her I say! Strange newes Sir! What is't? Yonders a Coach full of good faces. That so strange? Yes to alight at our Gate; They are all comming vp as boldly, as if they were Landlords and came for Rent, see else. The woman of the House sir pray? She's in her Chamber, sirrah shew the way. Doe you know these! Troth not I sir, I'me amaz'd At this their strange ariuall. By their starcht faces, Small shancks, and blisted shoo-knobs, they should be Courtiers. Our Spanish Mercers say, th'are the brauest fellowes. For braue men, th'are no lesse i'th Taylors bookes, Courtiers in Citizens Houses, are Summer fires, May well be spar'd, and being cleane out are best They doe the house no good, but helpe consume, They burne the wood vp, and o're-heat the roome, Sweetening onely th'ayre a little, that's all, Play the right Citizen then, whil'st you gaine by them, Hug'em, if they plucke your feathers, come not nigh them. Ile close with them. Doe. Welcome Gentlemen. Thanks. Pray sir what Ladies may these be with my Wife? Faith sir if they would cast themselues away vpon Knights, they may be Knights Ladies, but they are onely Gentlewomen of an exceeding sweet carriage and fashion, and 'tis so Sir, that your wiues doings being bruited and spread abroad to be rare for her handling the Spanish needle, these beauties are come onely to haue your wife pricke out a thing, which must be done out of hand, that's the whole businesse Sir. In good time Sir, Of Court I pray Sir are you? Yes Sir, we follow the Court now and then, as others follow vs.