Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I cannot tell. Tou art a vishe vatchman, i'te mean teeme. Why? should the watch go by the clock, or the clock by the watch, I pray? One should go by another, if they did well. Tou art right now! phen didst tou ever know, or hear of a shuffishient vatchman, but he did tell the clock, phat bushinesse soever he had? Nay, that's most true, a sufficient watchman knows what a clock it is. Shleeping, or vaking! ash well as te clock himself, or te lack dat shtrikes him! Let's inquire of Master Leatherhead, or Ione Trash here. Master Leatherhead, do you hear, Master Leatherhead? If it be a Leatherhead, 'tish a very tick Leatherhead, tat sho mush noish vill not perish him. I have a little business now, good friends do not trouble me. Phat? because o'ty wrought neat cap, and tie velvet jerkin, Man? fie? I have sheen tee in ty Leather jerkin, ere now, Mashter o'de hobby-Horses, as bushy and as stately as tou sheem'st to be. Why, what an you have, Captain Whit? he has his choice of jerkins, you may see by that, and his caps too, I assure you, when he pleases to be either sick, or employed. God a mercy Ione, answer for me. Away, be not sheen i'my company, here be shentlemen, and men of vorship. We had wonderful ill luck, to miss this prologue o'the purse, but the best is, we shall have five Acts of him ere night: he'll be spectacle enough! I'll answer for't. O Christ! Duke Quarlous, how dost tou? tou dost not know me, I fear? I am te vishesht man, but justish Overdoo, in all Bartholomew Fair, now. Give me twelvepences from tee, I vill help tee to a vife vorth forty marks for't, and't be. Away, Rogue, Pimp away. And she shall show tee as fine cut work forted in her smock too, as tou cansht vish i'faith; vilt tou have her, vorshipfull Vin vife? I vill help tee to her, here, be an't be, in te pig-quarter, gi'me tie twelvepence from tee, Why, there's twelvepence, pray thee wilt thou be gone. Tou art a vorthy man, and a vorshipfull man still. Get you gone, Rascal. I do mean it, man. Prinsh Quarlous if tou hasht need on me, tou shalt find me here, at Ursula's, I vill see phat ale, and punk ish i'te pig shty, for tee, bless ty good vorship. Look! who comes here! Iohn Little-wit! And his wife, and my widow, her mother: the whole family. 'Slight, you must gi'hem all fairings, now! Not I, I'll not see 'em, They are going a feasting. What schoolmaster's that is with 'hem? That's my Rival, I believe, the Baker! So, walk on in the middle way, foreright, turn neither to the right hand, nor to the left: let not your eyes be drawn aside with vanity, nor your ear with noises. O, I know him by that start!
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I cannot tell. Tou art a viſhe vatchman, i'te meane teeme. Why? ſhould the watch goe by the clocke, or the clock by the watch, I pray? One ſhould goe by another, if they did well. Tou art right now! phen didſt tou euer know, or heare of a ſhuffiſhient vatchman, but he did tell the clocke, phat buſhineſſe ſoeuer he had? Nay, that's moſt true, a ſufficient watchman knowes what a clocke it is. Shleeping, or vaking! aſh well as te clocke himſhelfe, or te lack dat ſhtrikes him! Let's enquire of Maſter Leatherhead, or Ione Traſh heere. Maſter Leatherhead, doe you heare, Maſter Leatherhead? If it be a Ledderhead, tiſh a very tick Ledderhead, tat ſho muſh noiſh vill not peirſh him. I haue a little buſineſſe now, good friends doe not trouble me. Phat? becauſe o'ty wrought neet cap, and ty pheluet ſherkin, Man? phy? I haue ſheene tee in ty Ledder ſherkin, ere now, Maſhter o'de hobby-Horſes, as buſhy and as ſtately as tou ſheem'ſt to be. Why, what an' you haue, Captaine Whit? hee has his choyce of Ierkins, you may ſee by that, and his caps too, I aſſure you, when hee pleaſes to be either ſicke, or imploy'd. God a mercy Ione, anſwer for me. Away, be not ſheen i'my company, here be ſhentlemen, and men of vorſhip. VVEe had wonderfull ill lucke, to miſſe this prologue o'the purſe, but the beſt is, we ſhall haue fiue Acts of him ere night: hee'le be ſpectacle enough! I'le anſwer for't. O Creeſh! Duke Quarlous, how doſht tou? tou doſht not know me, I feare? I am te viſheſht man, but Iuſtiſh Ouerdoo, in all Bartholmew Fayre, now. Gi' me tweluepence from tee, I vill help tee to a vife vorth forty marks for't, and't be. Away, Rogue, Pimpe away. And ſhee ſhall ſhew tee as fine cut o'rke fort't in her ſhmock too, as tou canſht viſhe i'faith; vilt tou haue her, vorſhipfull Vin vife? I vill helpe tee to her, heere, be an't be, in te pig-quarter, gi'me ty twelpence from tee, Why, there's twelpence, pray thee wilt thou be gone. Tou art a vorthy man, and a vorſhipfull man ſtill. Get you gone, Raſcall. I doe meane it, man. Prinſh Quarlous if tou haſht need on me, tou ſhalt finde me heere, at Vrſla's, I vill ſee phat ale, and punque iſh i'te pig ſhty, for tee, bleſſe ty good vorſhip. Looke! who comes heere! Iohn Little-wit! And his wife, and my widdow, her mother: the whole family. 'Slight, you muſt gi'hem all fairings, now! Not I, I'le not ſee 'hem, They are going a feaſting. What Schole-maſter's that is with 'hem? That's my Riuall, I beleeue, the Baker! So, walke on in the middle way, fore-right, turne neyther to the right hand, nor to the left: let not your eyes be drawne aſide with vanity, nor your eare with noyſes. O, I know him by that ſtart!