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 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
How's this? but yesterday he was in's sack, Told me he hoped to live to eat a Goose Which grazed upon my grave: so suddenly? Have I no friends about me? must I go Out of the world in private thus? from home? Without one friend to take his leave of me? Kind justice Hook, O that good man Mr. Hooke. Peace, not a word: what does he name me for? Would thou wast here, but to participate Of my last dying breath, I would pronounce thee Mine heir in total. Bear witness Gentlemen— Good Mr. Lively, 'las how fares it with you? who's that names me? He whom you asked for, Sacrilege Hook. Sacrilege Hooke's mine heir, And so farewell thou false and flattering world. Alas he 's dead. Peace, not so loud for fear you call him back. Ye all can bear me record I'm his heir. we can. Why Robert, Oliver, Run to the Church immediately, and cause The bell be told with speed: old Mr. Lively Is newly dead— Alas, I can but weep To view this spectacle of mortality, And I have cause to spend some tears for him— ha ha he. I doubt he is not fully dead yet Patron, Shall I make sure work with him? give him a knock? Offer no violence unto the dead I charge you, 'tis as bad as sacrilege, Which I have always hated. So has the Devil. Sweet Mistress Ursely. Fairest Lady. Stay, No haste good sir. But by your leave sweet sir. 'tis I have right unto her, she's a creature, And you are one o'th' wicked. Out thou rascal that liv'st upon thy railing; Good Mistress Ursely,— I have a share therein. Why father, father, O me, me, me, they'll pull me into pieces; O my hand, O my arm, my arm, O my back. Ha, ha, he. Forbear this rudeness gentlemen, my daughter Shall have her choice; these are not ways to gain her, They must be gentle, soft behaviours That win a woman, not such boisterous rhetoric.— But hark, the bell doth toll: I'll presently Go seize upon his goods and chattel, Ha? And will you so? but I do know a trick Worth twenty of that.— I pray good M. Hook, Whom tolls this bell for? Oh! for my hopes, What does he live again? And lives to laugh at thee, and at thy baseness, Covetous wretch. Ha, ha, he. Sir, as I take it I may change my will. Ha, ha, he. Oh what a knave is this? a rank old knave? A stinking knave? a knave in grain? fie, fie, That I should thus be gulled? follow me daughter, And you Gentlemen. Ha, ha, ha, Away you Ravens, I'll make ye all go barefoot ye young villains.
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How's this? but yeſterday he was in's ſacke, Told me he hop'd to liue to eate a Gooſe Which graz'd upon my graue: ſo ſuddenly? Haue I no friends about me? muſt I goe Out of the world in private thus? from home? Without one friend to take his leaue of me? Kind Iuſtice Hooke, O that good man Mr. Hooke. Peace, not a word: what does he name me for? Would thou waſt here, but to participate Of my laſt dying breath, I would pronounce thee Mine heyre in totall. Beare witneſſe Gentlemen — Good Mr. Liuely, 'laſſe how fares it with you? Whoe's that names me? He whom you ask'd for, Sacriledge Hooke. Sacriledge Hooke's mine heyre, And ſo farewell thou falſe and flattering world. Alaſſe hee 's dead. Peace, not ſo lowd for feare you call him back. Yee all can beare me record I'me his heyre. Wee can. Why Robert, Oliver, Runne to the Church immediately, and cauſe The bell bee tould with ſpeed: old Mr. Liuely Is newly dead—Alas, I can but weepe To view this ſpectacle of mortalitie, And I haue cauſe to ſpend ſome teares for him— ha ha he. I doubt he is not fully dead yet Patron, Shall I make ſure work with him? giue him a knock? Offer no violence vnto the dead I charge you, 'tis as bad as ſacriledge, Which I haue alwayes hated. So has the Devill. Sweet Miſtris Vrſely. Faireſt Lady. Stay, No haſte good ſir. But by your leaue ſweet ſir. Tis I haue right unto her, ſhee's a creature, And you are one o'th wicked. Out thou raſcall that liv'ſt upon thy rayling; Good Miſtris Vrſely,— I haue a ſhare therein. VVhy father, father, O me, me, me, they'le pull mee into pieces; O my hand, O my arme, my arme, O my backe. Ha, ha, he. Forbeare this rudeneſſe gentlemen, my daughter Shall haue her choyce; theſe are not wayes to gaine her, They muſt bee gentle, ſoft behaviours That winne a woman, not ſuch boyſterous Rhethoricke.— But harke, the bell doth toll: I'le preſently Goe ſeize upon his goods and chattell, Ha? And will you ſo? but I doe know a tricke VVorth twenty of that.— I pray good M. Hooke, VVhom toll's this bell for? Oh! for my hopes, VVhat does hee liue againe? And liues to laugh at thee, and at thy baſeneſſe, Covetous wretch. Ha, ha, he. Sir, as I take it I may change my will. Ha, ha, he. Oh what a knaue is this? a ranke old knaue? A ſtinking knaue? a knaue in graine? fie, fie, That I ſhould thus bee gulld? follow me daughter, And you Gentlemen. Ha, ha, ha, Away you Ravens, I'le make yee all goe barefoot yee young villaines.