Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jan 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
My Guest, my Guest, be jovial, I beseech thee. I have fresh golden guests, guests o'the game: Three coachful! Lords! and Ladies! new come in. And I will cry them to thee, and thee, to them, So I can spring a smile, but this brow, That like the rugged Roman Alderman,— Old master Gross, surnamed {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Was never seen to laugh, but at an Ass. Sir here's the Lady Frampul. How! And her train. Lord Beaufort, & Lord Latimer, the colonel Tipto', with Mistress Cis, the Chambermaid: Trundle, the Coachman— Stop, discharge the house: And get my horses ready, bid the Groom Bring 'em to the back gate. What mean you Sir? To take fair leave, mine Host. I hope, my Guest, Though I have talked somewhat above my share, At large, and been i'the altitudes, th'extravagant, Neither myself, nor any of mine have gi'n you The cause, to quit my house, thus, on the sudden, No, I affirm it, on my faith. Excuse me, From such a rudeness; I was now beginning To taste, and love you: and am heartily sorry, Any occasion should be so compelling, To urge my abrupt departure, thus. But— Necessity's a Tyrant, and commands it. She shall command me first to fire my bush; Then break up house: Or, if that will not serve, To break with all the world. Turn country bankrupt. I' mine own town, upo' the market-day, And be protested, for my butter, and eggs, To the last bodge of oats, and bottle of hay; Ere you shall leave me, I will break my heart: Coach, and Coach-horses, Lords, and ladies' pack? All my fresh guests shall stink! I'll pull my sign, down Convert mine Inn, to an Almshouse! or a Spittle, For lazars, or switch-sellers! Turn it, to An Academy o'rogues! or gi'it away For a free-school, to breed up beggars in, And send 'em to the canting Universities Before you leave me. Troth, and I confess, I am loath, mine host, to leave you: your expressions Both take, and hold me. But, in case I stay, I must enjoin you and your whole family To privacy, and to conceal me. For, The secret is, I would not willingly, See, or be seen, to any of this ging, Especially, the Lady. Brain o'man, What monster is she? or Cockatrice in velvet, That kills thus? O good words, mine host. She is A noble Lady! great in blood! and fortune! Fair! and a wit! but of so bent a fantasy, As she thinks nought a happiness, but to have A multitude of servants! and, to get them, (Though she be very honest) yet she venters Upon these precipices, that would make her Not seem so, to some prying, narrow natures. We call her, Sir, the Lady Frances Frampul, Daughter and heir to the Lord Frampul. Who? He that did love in Oxford, first, a student, And, after, married with the daughter of— Silly. Right, of whom the tale went, to turn Puppet-mr. And travel with Young Goose, the Motion-man. And lie, and live with the Gipsies half a year Together, from his wife.
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My Ghest, my Ghest, be Iouiall, I beseech thee. I' haue fresh golden ghests, ghests o'the game: Three coach-full! Lords! and Ladies! new come in. And I will cry them to thee, 'and thee, to them, So I can spring a smile, but his brow, That like the rugged Roman Alderman,— Old master Grosse, surnam'd . Was neuer seene to laugh, but at an Asse. Sir here's the Lady Frampul. How! And her train. Lord Beaufort, & Lord Latimer, the Coronel Tipto', with Mistris Cis, the Chamber-mayd: Trundle, the Coachman— Stop, discharge the house: And get my horses ready, bid the Groome Bring 'hem to the back gate. What meane you Sir? To take faire leaue, mine Host. I hope, my Ghest, Though I haue talked somwhat aboue my share, At large, and bene i'the altitudes, th'extraugants, Neither my selfe, nor any of mine haue gi'n you The cause, to quit my house, thus, on the sodaine, No, I affirme it, on my faith. Excuse me, From such a rudenes; I was now beginning To tast, and loue you: and am heartily sory, Any occasion should be so compelling, To vrge my abrupt departure, thus. But— Necessity's a Tyran, and commands it. She shall command me first to fire my bush; Then breake vp house: Or, if that will not serue, To breake with all the world. Turne country bankrupt. I' mine owne towne, vpo' the Mercat-day, And be protested, for my butter, and egges, To the last bodge of oates, and bottle of hay; Ere you shall leaue me, I will breake my heart: Coach, and Coach-horses, Lords, and Ladies pack? All my fresh ghests shall stinke! I'le pul my signe, down Conuert mine Inne, to an Almes-house! or a Spittle, For lazers, or switch-sellers! Turne it, to An Academy o'rogues! or gi'it away For a free-schoole, to breed vp beggers in, And send 'hem to the canting Vniuersities Before you leaue me. Troth, and I confesse, I am loath, mine host, to leaue you: your expressions Both take, and hold me. But, in case I stay, I must enioyne you and your whole family To priuacy, and to conceale me. For, The secret is, I would not willingly, See, or be seene, to any of this ging, Especially, the Lad. Braine o'man, What monster is she? or Cocatrice in veluet, That kils thus? O good words, mine host. She is A noble Lady! great in blood! and fortune! Faire! and a wit! but of so bent a phant'sie, As she thinks nought a happinesse, but to haue A multitude of seruants! and, to get them, (Though she be very honest) yet she venters Vpon these precipices, that would make her Not seeme so, to some prying, narrow natures. We call her, Sir, the Lady Frances Frampul, Daughter and heire to the Lord Frampul. Who? He that did loue in Oxford, first, a student, And, after, married with the daughter of— Silly. Right, of whom the tale went, to turne Puppet-mr. And trauell with Yong Goose, the Motion-man. And lie, and liue with the Gipsies halfe a yeare Together, from his wife.