Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Will you ought else? A kind embrace from you, exchange a tear, two, And so farewell. Oh this doth clog me more, waies downe my sp Should bear our fortunes to a soft repose, Not daring here to peep out of our thoughts, Without the danger of the Vulture's gripe, Whose watching eyes of inquisition Steals covertly upon our purposes, And yet you lag me with your load of griefs. I could toss woe for woe until tomorrow, But then weed wake the wolf with bleating sorrow. With what unwillingness I part from you Let that and these received. Adieu, adieu. Madam. Now Cranwell, what would'st thou? thy M. go I am glad he stayed not, to piece out our money What heavy thoght straines moisture frō thy he see your greatnesse strucke with enuies da Her highness' servants have attached your goods, Discharging all your household officers. What remedy? this was my expectation: I was a With complete resolution, to abide The rigorous wrestle of this stream-born tide. Faintest thou at this? than thou wouldst swoon to see My honoured state changed to ragged misery. I will not line to see that. Then thy love is tried: I thought it would have lackeyed by my side. How mean you Madam? When it tires in service of your Grace, May I ne'er more have being on the earth, Were you to pass th'extremest of all woe, Might I be worthy, I would share with you. Upon thy trust, than I repose my life, Provide me 'gainst this even a citizen's Gown, Ath meanest fashion, like my present fortunes: This night I'll hazard to escape from hence, Putting my fears into the hand of fate, To trample on or readvance my state, Wilt thou about it? With a winged speed: To cure your sorrows this manly heart shall bleed. Madam this world is changed. Change thou with it. Change, and I did it were no heresy: These humours grapple with my honesty, But they are frantic fits, I let them pass. Sir what are you? My name is Clunie, and now your grace's keeper. I hear you have discharged my household Servants. It is her highness' pleasure. Or Bonner's hate, but I accept it with a thankfulness. All are not yet discharged, but your choice May call two men, a woman, and a Nurse. Nay, Cranwell is all I will beseech of you. Why Cranwell, more than Fox? Because more stayed, with him, Because of most continuance, And longest wearing in my services. What mean you by this wearing? I am sure, My wits are worn as thin as a Paper-leaf: But 'tis the fairest end of Serving-men, When we have spent the pleasure of our youth, e'en sweat it out with painful industry, To have such itching slaves to eat us out, Do you so light respect me? I as light Will make of you, and it come within my power.
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Will you ought else? A kind embrace from you, exchange a teare, And so farewell. Oh this doth clog me more, waies downe my sp Should beare our fortunes to a soft repose, Not daring heere to peepe out of ou thoughts, Without the danger of the Vulters gripe, Whose watching eyes of inquisition Steales covertly vpon our purposes, And yet you lag me with your loade of greefes. I could tosse woe for woe vntill to morrow, But then weede wake the wolfe with bleating sorrow. With what vnwillingnesse I part from you Let that and these receiu'd. Adew, adew. Madam. Now Cranwell, what would'st thou? thy M. go I am glad he stayed no, to peece out our mon What heavy thoght straines moisture frō thy he see your greatnesse strucke with enuies da Her highnsse servants haue attacht your goods, Discharging all your household officers. What remedy? this was my expectation: I was a With compleat resolution, to abide The rigorous wrastle of this streame-borne tyde. Faintst thou at this? then thou wouldst swoune to see My honourd state changed to ragg'd misery. I will not line to see that. Then thy loue is tried: I thought it woud haue lacked by my side. How meane you Madam? When it tires in service of your Grace, May I ne're more haue being on the earth, Were you to passe th'extreamest of all woe, Might I be worthy, I would share with you. Vpon thy trust, then I repose my life, Provide me 'gainst this even a Citizens Gowne, Ath meanest fashion, like my present fortunes: This night Ile hazzard to escape from hence, Putting my feares into the hand of fate, To trample on or readvance my state, Wilt thou about it? With a winged speed: To cure your sorrowes this manly heart shall bleed. Madam this world is changed. Change thou with it. Change, and I did it were no heresie: These humors graple with my honesty, But they are franticke fits, I let them passe. Sir what are you? My name is Clunie, and now your graces keeper. I heare you haue discharged my houshould Servants. It is her highnesse pleasure. Or Bonners hate, but I accept it with a thankfulnes. All are not yet discharged, but your choice May call two men, a vvoman, and a Nurse. Nay, Cranwell is all I vvill beseech of you. Why Cranwell, more then Fox? Because more staid, with him, Because of most continuance, And longest vvearing in my services. What meane you by this vvearing? I am sur My vvits are vvorne as thinne as a Paper-leafe: But tis the fairest end of Servingmen, When vve haue spent the pleasure of our youth, Ene sweate it out vvith painefull industry, To haue such itching slaues to eate vs out, Doe you so light respect me? I as light Will make of you, and it come vvithin my power▪