Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
FOrtune as yet is kind, well done my boy, Hold up your head, a little higher, yet, And can you weep? I can, & have some cause, O Lucius! And sigh? I would I could not. Most wretched Isabella. Constantina. When shall mine eyes feed on that blessed sight? Or when wilt thou with one kind look dissolve This cloud which now obscures me? and makes me seem Another from myself? she stirs not yet Why Constantina. O my Lucius! Might I but once more see thee, I could go Unto the grave methinks with such a look As should make death enamoured on me. Ha? Not yet? O what a sleepy girl is this? But in this house I've learned Pandora lives, Who now does reap my harvest: here I hope I may enjoy at least a sight of him, And that is all that ever I must hope for. But I shall be observed. O now she comes. Placenta. Not so loud (take heed) for fear The Dragon should be waking; have you yet Got on your masculine habit? Long ago. Descend then, if your mind be still the same, Before the Sun rise to betray your flight. But have you dressed the Boy in my apparel? 'tis done, and not a creature but myself And the dumb night are guilty of it. Well, I come. Introth I do confess I wonder What should induce this peevish girl to take This strange disguised habit, and forsake Her uncle's house, but it is love forsooth: Well, be it what it will, I have procured, By her entreaty, and the gold she gave me, A boy as near her stature as I could, Whom I have clothed in her own apparel, And veiled in her scarf. Come on my boy. You have not yet forgot, I hope, th' instructions I read to you within. Come, let me see You vent a sigh now. Excellent: but be sure You speak not very often. Doubt not that: theyare shallow griefs that make a noise. Well said. But tell me you, sir boy, what was't that made You leave the London Players? Indeed forsooth I was abused there; beside, that trade Begins to fail of late, most of your Gallants Are grown so wise and frugal, that they choose Rather to spend their money on a whore (Which they call necessary) then on such toys. Go to, you are a wag. See now she comes. But o the Father! what pismire is this? Ah, I shall swoon to look upon her legs: Surely one blast of wind will break them quite. Now out upon her! mine are mill-posts to them. Placenta, you do see how much I trust you, That put mine honour thus into your hands. Lead you this picture of mine into my chamber, And there instruct him how he should behave Himself, that no suspicion of my flight Be nourished by my Uncle, till I be Past his recalling. So farewell good midwife.
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FOrtune as yet is kind, well done my boy, Hold vp your head, a little higher, yet, And can you weep? I can, & haue ſome cauſe, O Lucius! And ſigh? I would I could not. Moſt wretched Iſabella. Conſtantina. When ſhal mine eies feed on that bleſſed ſight? Or when wilt thou with one kinde looke diſſolue This cloud which now obſcures me? and makes me ſeeme Another from my ſelfe? Shee ſtirres not yet Why Conſtantina. O my Lucius! Might I but once more ſee thee, I could goe Vnto the graue me thinks with ſuch a looke As ſhould make death enamour'd on me. Ha? Not yet? O what a ſleepy girle is this? But in this houſe I'ue learn'd Pandora liues, Who now does reape my harveſt: here I hope I may enjoy at leaſt a ſight of him, And that is all that ever I muſt hope for. But I ſhall be obſerv'd. O now ſhe comes. Placenta. Not ſo lowd (take heed) for feare The Dragon ſhould be waking; haue you yet Got on your maſculine habit? Long agoe. Deſcend then, if your mind be ſtill the ſame, Before the Sun riſe to betray your flight. But haue you dreſt the Boy in my apparell? Tis done, and not a creature but my ſelfe And the dumbe night are guilty of it. Well, I come. Introth I doe confeſſe I wonder What ſhould induce this peeviſh girle to take This ſtrange diſguiſed habit, and forſake Her vncles houſe, but it is loue forſooth: Well, be it what it will, I haue procur'd, By her entreatie, and the gold ſhe gaue mee, A boy as neere her ſtature as I could, Whom I haue cloathed in her owne apparell, And vayled in her ſcarfe. Come on my boy. You haue not yet forgot, I hope, th' inſtructions I read to you within. Come, let me ſee You vent a ſigh now. Excellent: but be ſure You ſpeake not very often. Doubt not that: Th'are ſhallow griefs that make a noiſe. Well ſaid. But tell me you, ſir boy, what waſt that made You leaue the London Players? Indeed forſooth I was abuſed there; beſides, that trade Begins to fayle of late, moſt of your Gallants Are growne ſo wiſe and frugall, that they chuſe Rather to ſpend their money on a whore (Which they call neceſſarie) then on ſuch toyes. Goe to, you are a wagg. See now ſhe comes. But ô the Father! what piſmire is this? Ah, I ſhall ſwound to looke upon her leggs: Surely one blaſt of wind will breake them quite. Now out upon her! mine are mill-poſts to them. Placenta, you doe ſee how much I truſt you, That put mine honour thus into your hands. Leade you this picture of mine into my chamber, And there inſtruct him how he ſhould behaue Himſelfe, that no ſuſpition of my flight Be nouriſht by my Vncle, till I bee Paſt his recalling. So farewell good midwife.