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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
And a grazier's may. O they are pinching puckfists! And suspicious. Suffer before the master's face, sometimes. He shall think he sees his horse eat half a bushel, When the slight is, rubbing his gums with salt, Till all the skin come off, he shall but mumble, Like an old woman that were chewing brawn, And drop 'em out again. Well argued Cavalier, It may do well: and go for an example: But coz, have care of understanding horses, Horses with angry heels, Nobility horses. Horses that know the world; let them have meat Till their teeth ache; and rubbing till their ribs Shine like a wench's forehead: They are Devils else Will look into your dealings. For mine own part, The next I cousin o'the pampered breed, I wish he may be foundered. Foundered. Prolate it right. And of all four, I wish it, I love no crupper compliments. Whose horse was it? Why, Mr Bursts. Is Bat Burst come? An hour he has been here. What Burst? Mas, Bartolmew Burst. One that hath been a Citizen, since a Courtier, And now a Gamester. Hath had all his whirls, And bouts of fortune, as a man would say, Once a Bat, and ever a Bat! a Rearmouse, And Bird o' twilight, he has broken thrice Your better man, the Genoway Proverb say, Men are not made of steel. Nor are they bounded Always to hold. Thrice honourable Colonel! Hinges will crack- Though they be Spanish iron He is a merchant still, Adventurer, At in, and in: and is our thoroughfare's friend. Who? legs? The same: and a fine gentle Was with him! Mr Huffle. Who? Hodge H What's he? A cheater, & another fine gentle A friend o' the Chamberlaynes! Iordans! Mr Huf He is Bursts protection. Fights, and vapours for him He will be drunk so civilly- So discreetly- And punctually! just at his hour. And then Call for his Iordan, with that hum and state, As if he pissed the Politics! And sup With his tuft-taffata night-gear, here, so silently! Nothing but Music! A dozen of bawdy songs. And knows the General this? O no, Sr. Dormis, Dormit Patronus, still, the master sleeps. They'll steal to bed. In private Sir, and pay, The Fiddlers with that modesty, next morning. Take a disiune of muscadel, and eggs! And pack away i' their trundling cheats, like Gipsies Mysteries, mysteries, Ferret. I we see, Trundle, What the great Officers, in an Inn may do; I do not say the Officers of the Crown But the light heart. I'll see the Bat, and Huffle. I ha' some business Sir, I crave your pardon- What? To be sober. Pox, go get you gone then. Trundle shall stay. No I beseech you Colonel, Your Lordship has a mind to be drunk private, With these brave Gallants; I will step aside Into the stables, and salute my Mares.
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And a graziers may. O they are pinching puckfists! And suspicious. Suffer before the masters face, sometimes. He shall thinke he sees his horse eate halfe a bushell, When the slight is, rubbing his gummes with salt, Till all the skin come off, he shall but mumble, Like an old woman that were chewing brawne, And drop 'hem out againe. Well argued Caualier, It may doe well: and goe for an example: But Cosse, haue care of vnderstanding horses, Horses with angry heeles, Nobility horses. Horses that know the world; let them haue meat Till their teeth ake; and rubbing till their ribbes Shine like a wenches forehead: They are Diuels else Will looke into your dealings. For mine own part, The next I cossen o'the pampred breed, I wish he may be found'red. Foun-de-red. Prolate it right. And of all foure, I wish it, I loue no crouper complements. Whose horse w it? Why, Mr Bursts. Is Bat Burst come? An howre he has beene heere. What Burst? Mas, Bartolmew Burst. One that hath beene a Citizen, since a Courtier, And now a Gamester. Hath had all his whirles, And bouts of fortune, as a man would say, Once a Bat, and euer a Bat! a Rere-mouse, And Bird o' twilight, he has broken thrice Your better man, the Geno'way Prouerbe say, Men are not made of steele. Nor are they Alwayes to hold. Thrice honourable Colonel! Hinges will crack- Though they be Spanish iro He is a merchant still, Aduenturer, At in, and in: and is our thorough-fares friend. Who? lugs? The same: and a fine gentl Was with him! Mr Huffle. Who? Hodge H What's he? A cheater, & another fine gentl A friend o' the Chamberlaynes! Iordans! Mr Huf He is Bursts protection. Fights, and vapors for him He will be drunk so ciuilly- So discreetly- And punctually! iust at his houre. And then Call for his Iordan, with that hum and state, As if he pis'd the Politiques! And sup With his tuft-taffata night-geere, heere, so silently! Nothing but Musique! A dozen of bawdy songs. And knowes the Generall this? O no, Sr. Dormis, Dormit Patronus, still, the master sleepes. They'll steale to bed. In priuate Sir, and pay, The Fidlers with that modesty, next morning. Take a disiune of muscadell, and egges! And packe away i' their trundling cheats, like Gipsies Mysteries, mysteries, Ferret. I we see, Trundle, What the great Officers, in an Inne may doe; I doe not say the Officers of the Crowne But the light heart. I'le see the Bat, and Huffl. I ha' some busines Sir, I craue your pardon- What? To be sober. Pox, goe get you gone then. Trundle shall stay. No I besech you Colonel, Your Lordship ha's a minde to bee drunke priuate, With these braue Gallants; I will step side Into the stables, and salute my Mares.