Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men 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.
But we may think how to recover all: If you will act. I will not think; nor act; Nor yet recover; do not talk to me? I'll run out o' my wits, rather than hear; I will be what I am, Fabian Fitz-Dottrel, Though all the world say nay to't. Let's follow him. But has my Lady missed me? Beyond telling! Here has been that infinity of strangers! And than she would ha' had you, to ha' sampled you With one within, that they are now a teaching; And does pretend to your rank. Good fellow Pitfall, Tell Mr. Mere-craft, I entreat a word with him. This most unlucky accident will go near To be the loss o' my place; I am in doubt! With me? what say you Mr Ambler? Sir, I would beseech your worship stand between Me, and my Lady's displeasure, for my absence. O, is that all? I warrant you. I would tell you Sir But how it happened. Brief, good Master Ambler, Put yourself to your rack: for I have task Of more importance. Sir you'll laugh at me! But (so is Truth) a very friend of mine, Finding by conference with me, that I lived Too chaste for my complexion (and indeed Too honest for my place, Sir) did advise me If I did love myself (as that I do, I must confess) Spare your Parenthesis. To give my body a little evacuation— Well, and you went to a whore? Not, Sr. I durst not (For fear it might arrive at some body's ear, It should not) trust myself to a common house; But got the Gentlewoman to go with me, And carry her bedding to a Conduit-head, Hard by the place toward Tyburn, which they call My L. Major's Banqueting-house. Now Sir, This morning Was Execution; and I never dreamt on't, Till I heard the noise o' the people, and the horses; And neither I, nor the poor Gentlewoman Durst stir, till all was done and passed: so that I' the Interim, we fell a sleep again. Nay, if you fall, from your gallop, I am gone Sr. But, when I waked, to put on my cloathes, a suit, I made new for the action, it was gone, And all my money, with my purse, my seals, My hard-wax, and my table-books, my studies, And a fine new device, I had to carry My pen, and ink, my civet, and my toothpicks, All under one. But, that which grieved me, was The Gentlewoman's shoes (with a pair of roses, And garters, I had given her for the business) So as that made us stay, till it was dark. For I was feign to lend her mine, and walk In a rug, by her, barefoot, to Saint Giles'. A kind of Irish penance! Is this all, Sir? To satisfy my Lady. I will promise' you, Sr. I ha' told the true Disaster. I cannot stay wi' you Sir, to condole; but gratulate your return.
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But we may thinke how to recouer all: If you will act. I will not think; nor act; Nor yet recouer; do not talke to me? I'll runne out o' my witts, rather then heare; I will be what I am, Fabian Fitz-Dottrel, Though all the world ſay nay to't. Let's follow him. BVt ha's my Lady miſt me? Beyond telling! Here ha's been that infinity of ſtrangers! And then ſhe would ha' had you, to ha' ſampled you VVith one within, that they are now a teaching; And do's pretend to your ranck. Good fellow Pit-fall, Tel Mr. Mere-craft, I intreat a word with him. This moſt vnlucky accident will goe neare To be the loſſe o' my place; I am in doubt! VVith me? what ſay you Mr Ambler? Sir, I would beſeech your worſhip ſtand betweene Me, and my Ladies diſpleaſure, for my abſence. O, is that all? I warrant you. I would tell you Sir But how it happened. Briefe, good Maſter Ambler, Put your ſelfe to your rack: for I haue taſque Of more importance. Sir you'll laugh at me! But (ſo is Truth) a very friend of mine, Finding by conference with me, that I liu'd Too chaſt for my complexion (and indeed Too honeſt for my place, Sir) did aduiſe me If I did loue my ſelfe (as that I do, I muſt confeſſe) Spare your Parentheſis. To gi' my body a little euacuation— Well, and you went to a whore? No, Sr. I durſt not (For feare it might arriue at ſome body's eare, It ſhould not) truſt my ſelfe to a common houſe; But got the Gentlewoman to goe with me, And carry her bedding to a Conduit-head, Hard by the place toward Tyborne, which they call My L. Majors Banqueting-houſe. Now Sir, This morning Was Execution; and I ner'e dream't on't, Till I heard the noiſe o' the people, and the horſes; And neither I, nor the poore Gentlewoman Durſt ſtirre, till all was done and paſt: ſo that I' the Interim, we fell a ſleepe againe. Nay, if you fall, from your gallop, I am gone Sr. But, when I wak'd, to put on my cloathes, a ſute, I made new for the action, it was gone, And all my money, with my purſe, my ſeales, My hard-wax, and my table-bookes, my ſtudies, And a fine new deuiſe, I had to carry My pen, and inke, my ciuet, and my tooth-picks, All vnder one. But, that which greiu'd me, was The Gentlewomans ſhoes (with a paire of roſes, And garters, I had giuen her for the buſineſſe) So as that made vs ſtay, till it was darke. For I was faine to lend her mine, and walke In a rug, by her, barefoote, to Saint Giles'es. A kind of Iriſh penance! Is this all, Sir? To ſatisfie my Lady. I will promiſe you, Sr. I ha' told the true Diſaſter. I cannot ſtay wi' you Sir, to condole; but gratulate your returne.