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 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Well Sirrah? Slave, Thou unpolished piece of clay, how dar'st thou thus Uncivilly use a young Gentleman Whose friends and kindred I have known to be Worthy of more respect than thou of scorn, Which both come near to infinite? Very good. And do you know his friends and kindred then? Would thou didst know thy betters half so well, untutored dunghill.— In what state you sit? Stand up, or else I'll make thee lie for ever. Are you in earnest or in jest? How think you? You great Rigs-norton you, do you stand still And see your only Father wronged thus? ha?— Well, if I do not fit your cap for this (If it be made of wool) when you tithe Lambs, I'll never go to Church more, if th'whole flock Has any worse than other 'tshall go hard But some of them shall fall unto your lot. Alas I doubt he knows me His eyes so dwell upon me. Come my boy, What will you go with me? Thanks to my stars; He knows me not. Boy will you dwell with me? Thou shalt have dumpling Boy, enough, and Bacon Shall be so deep in fat, that thou mayst wade Up to the chin in lard: Salute your Master. And kiss your master's daughter that's the next Thing you must practise. You his Master, Hempseed? Truly methinks I could e'en love this Boy 'Tis such a pretty thing; Father, I pray you Good Father, let him dwell with us. No more, Peace, so he shall. Hands off you lease of Sheepskins. No, I will dwell with this old Gentleman. Well said, sweet youth. But on this condition, That you will use me like a Gentleman Of quality and worth, for I must tell you With tears, howe'er my fortunes are dejected Now, I do come of no mean house nor blood. Fear not my boy, thou shalt have cause to thank me: Follow; my maids shall presently unpage him, And hang woman on his back. But I do hope That some kind God or other will find out Some means for my escape; if not (I've said it) This hand shall make a passage for my soul To leave this body. Boy, do you come? I come. What is he gone?— hi-day! what again? Let me be hanged, my dog and my whole Family, My Wife and all, I'll put her in, if I Do not so' your buttocks Minion; I'll break you of this trade of making children Before your time, if I can find a willow Within a mile of an Oak. What shall I do? oh what shall I do? what shall I do? My father's gone to get a rod, what shall I do? Oh, oh, here comes my mother.— Placenta, you have heard my cares, my griefs And which hath caused them all, you know my love, Now by those tender years, by that first ray Of blessed light these infant eyes received Upon those vigilant knees, I do conjure thee Forsake me not in these my miseries
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Well Sirrah? Slaue, Thou vnpolliſh'd piece of clay, how dar'ſt thou thus Vncivilly vſe a young Gentleman Whoſe friends and kindred I haue knowne to bee VVorthy of more reſpect then thou of ſcorne, VVhich both come neare to infinite? Very good. And doe you know his friends and kindred then? VVould thou didſt know thy betters halfe ſo well, Vntutourd dunghill.— In what ſtate you ſit? Stand vp, or elſe Ile make thee lye for euer. Are you in earneſt or in jeſt? How thinke you? You great Rigs-norton you, doe you ſtand ſtill And ſee your onely Father wrong'd thus? ha? — VVell, if I doe not fit your cap for this (If it be made of wooll) when you tithe Lambes, I'le neuer goe to Church more, if th'whole flocke Has any worſe then other t'ſhall goe hard But ſome of them ſhall fall vnto your lot. Alaſſe I doubt he knowes me His eyes ſo dwell vpon me. Come my boy, VVhat will you goe with me? Thankes to my ſtarres; He knowes me not. Boy will you dwell with mee? Thou ſhalt haue dumpling Boy, enough, and Bacon Shall be ſo deepe in fatt, that thou maiſt wade Vp to the chinne in lard: Salute your Maſter. And kiſſe your maſters daughter that's the next Thing you muſt practiſe. You his Maſter, Hempſeed? Truely me thinkes I could e'ne loue this Boy 'Tis ſuch a pretty thing; Father, I pray you Good Father, let him dwell with vs. No more, Peace, ſo he ſhall. Hands off you leaſe of Sheepe-skinnes. No, I will dwell with this old Gentleman. Well ſaid, ſweet youth. But on this condition, That you will uſe me like a Gentleman Of qualitie and worth, for I muſt tell you With teares, how e're my fortunes are dejected Now, I doe come of no meane houſe nor blood. Feare not my boy, thou ſhalt haue cauſe to thanke me: Follow; my maids ſhall preſently vnpage him, And hang woman on his backe. But I doe hope That ſome kind God or other will find out Some meanes for my eſcape; if not (I'ue ſayd it) This hand ſhall make a paſſage for my ſoule To leaue this body. Boy, doe you come? I come. VVhat is he gone? — hi-day! what againe? Let me be hang'd, my dogge and my whole Familie, My Wife and all, I'le put her in, if I Doe not ſo 'flict your buttockes Minion; Ile breake you of this trade of making children Before your time, if I can find a willow VVithin a mile of an Oake. VVhat ſhall I do? oh what ſhall I do? what ſhall I do? My father's gone to get a rod, what ſhall I doe? Oh, oh, here comes my mother.— Placenta, you haue heard my cares, my griefes And which hath cauſ'd them all, you know my loue, Now by thoſe tender yeeres, by that firſt raye Of bleſſed light theſe infant eyes receiu'd Vpon thoſe vigilant knees, I doe conjure thee Forſake me not in theſe my miſeries