Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Give me but a little space to wonder at thy strange demands and I will tell thee, good discretion. If I should purchase a broken coxcomb, or bruised ribs now, for mistaking another man's habit, the smart were only mine. The villain swore to me, his Master was sent for; and that his Master swore this was a Bawd to his choice Whore, newly entertained; and that she knew not him, and might well mistake me for him. On which presumption I have waded thus far: and if I stick in the Mud, or be driven back by a tempest, I am armed. 'tis not the first time I have been weather-beaten, or Dry-beaten, d'ee hear? Sir. You do not know me? or, at least, not remember me? If I err therein sir, I hope your pardon. For as you shall reveal yourself, I shall either repent me of my oblivion, or accuse you of unadvisedness. she speaks like the wife of an Orator, that could dictate her husband's speeches! Were not you this Morning at sir Philip Luckless lodging? spoke not you with him? sent you not for him afterwards to repair hither to the party? And know you not the man? O infinite abuse! Sir I cry you mercy. I hope you will pardon my weak sightedness. The world's ●ad and we love to deal securely. Could not your worship make yourself known sooner? Please you to entertain you self here a while, I will instantly provide for your better welcome. O horrible indignity! But if Porters and cudgels may be had for money, and I fit you not, let me lose my discretion. I am furnished with blankets already.— I will instantly provide for your better welcome! Will you so? 'twill pass: and by this light I think for my Master's jest: I will recover my charges, and gain over and above for three returns more with the bare repetition of it out of one man's purse, the widgeon. My jests are his nutriment; and my wit is his own, he pays so duly for it. If the Wench be but pleasing, now, ●o my expectation, my felicity is crowned. O child, we are undone. marry, God shield Mrs. Trainwell. Is he geane? Must I not see him? A lass it is not he: but some Villain sent by him to vex and spite you. One that persuades himself, we are of those common creatures▪ that sell their honesties. Heaven bliss us, and give us leave to dee first. Can he be so unkind, to scorn me so, Woe is me. He is so dishonourable. But I will fit his Undertaker, whate'er he be. Look you, is that he think you? O we'll a near Mistress Trainwell! Sir Philip is the likest man that ere you saw days o' your life. This Lozel dow not. Nor would he send him. So trim a Man cannot have like bad purpose. Mistress, there's a Gentleman, one Master Tridewell, that says he is sir Phillip's Kinsman, will by all means speak with him.
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Giue me but a little space to wonder at thy strange demands and I wil tell thee, good discretion. If I should purchase a broken Cockcombe, or bruz'd ribs now, for mistaking another mans habit, the smart were onely mine. The villaine swore to me, his Master was sent for; and that his Master swore this ws a Bawd to his choyce Whore, newly intertayn'd; and that shee knew not him, and might well mistake me for him. On which presumption I hae waded thus farre: and if I sticke in the Mud, or be driuen backe by a tempest, I am armd. Tis not the first time I haue beene Wether-beaten, or Dry-beaten, dee heare? Sir. You doe not know me? or, at least, not remember mee? If I erte therein sir, I hope your pardon. For as you shall reueale your selfe, I shall either repent me of my obliuion, or accuse you of vnaduisednesse. Shee speakes like the wife of an Orator, that could dictate her husbands speeches! Were not you this Morning at sir Phillip Lucklesse lodging? spoke not you with him? sent you not for him afterwards to repaire hither to the party? And know you not the man? O infinite abuse! Sir I cry you mercy. I hope you will pardon my weake sightednes. The worlds ad and we loue to deale securely. Could not your worship make your selfe knowen sooner? Please you to entertaine you selfe here a while, I will instantly prouide for your better welcome. O horrible indignity! But if Porters and cudgels may be had for money, and I fit you not, let me loose my discretion. I am furnisht with blankets already.— I will instantly prouide for your better welcome! Will you so? Twill passe: and by this light I thinke for my Masters iest: I will recouer my chardges, and gaine over and aboue for three returnes more with the bare repetition of it out of one mas puse, the Widgine. My iests are his nutriment; and my wit is his own, he payes so duely for it. If the Wench be but pleasing, now, o my expectation, my felicity is crown'd. O child, wee are vndone. Mary, God sheild Mrs. Trainewell. Is hee geane? Must I not see him? A lasse it is not he: but some Villaine snt by him to vexe and spite you. One that perswades himselfe, we are of those common creatures▪ that sell their honesties. Heauen blisse vs, and giue vs leaue to dee first. Can he be so vnkaind, to scorne me so, Woe i me. He is so dishonorable. But I wi fit his Vndertaker, what ere he bee. Looke you, is that he thinke you? O Weell a neare Mistris Trainewell! Sir Phillip is the likest man that ere you saw dayes o' your life. This Lozell dow not. Nor would he send him. So trim a Man cannot haue ike bad purpose. Mistris, theres a Gentleman, one Master Tridewell, that sayes he is sir Phillips Kinseman, will by all meanes speak with him.