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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Like enough. 'Tis very likely Sir, but that this tree Does not afford any such fruit, I'd throw An old shoe after you,— such arguments As shall enforce him make his son, both love, And marry you— well how his pills may work Which the old man, I know not: for myself I will provide a quick deliverance. Why shepherd? Stipes? now I must, and will Go forward in this plot, of my disguise. What make you there? Why nothing Iacke. Come on, you are a fine fellow, to go and set them together by the ears thus, are you not? But have they done it finely? Finely do you call it? why your Scholar has so mauled Mr. Noddle with the key of his study door, made such a breach in his Pericranium, that without question all his French ends have taken their flight, through that passage; as for my cosen Mr. William, he's crept into an old hole, behind the hangings, that in the days of old, h'as been the Asylum, for decayed boots, and shoes out of date, and there lies he, all alone, very melancholy. Ha, ha, he, but how was my Gentleman, and my elder brother employed all this while? As Gentlemen use now adays, in swearing; when he saw that he could not draw his sword, he ran up and down the room, and measured out the time of the combat with oaths. Death! that I had but seen this. Would thou hadst: for I have e'en taken a surfer of them. I pray thee let's invent some way, or other For to be rid of them, canst thou not think? Think, think, man— think— which I'll effect, unless All that is called Fortune, doth forsake me. Seest thou that brace of Cabins, on each side My Uncle's house? They're Dog-kennels I take it. They are, no more, but see they come, I'll slip Aside lest I be seen. I wonder what His brain is now so hot in travail with. How now? Lend me your hankercher, if you have one about you Cosen, mine has not a dry place in it. What do you bleed Mr. Noddle? Yes Sir a little wild blood, hold that Cosen, un peu monsieur. Did not you tell me, all his French ends were gone? un peu will not forsake him. Not a word. A whoreson cowardly slave, to strike a man e'er one was aware of him, and to give one no time, to draw his rapier— 'Sme, 'tis somewhat deep I doubt. Nothing by Hercules' Sir, a scratch, a scratch, well I'll say nothing, but by this good blood, that runs— Faith if you had done as that good blood does, Mr. Noddle, it had been better for you. No Sir, I scorn it, I am not of that strain i'faith, and that he shall know, the sempiternal rascal. Come on Mr. Wiseacres, I believe you and your Kinsman are much of a complexion. I am very melancholy at this time.
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Like enough. 'Tis very likely Sir, but that this tree Does not afford any ſuch fruit, I'd throw An old ſhooe after you,—ſuch arguments As ſhall enforce him make his ſonne, both loue, And marry you—well how his pills may worke Which the old man, I know not: for my ſelfe I will prouide a quicke deliuerance. VVhy ſheepheard? Stipes? now I muſt, and will Goe forward in this plot, of my diſguiſe. VVhat make you there? VVhy nothing Iacke. Come on, you are a fine fellow, to go and ſet them together by the eares thus, are you not? But haue they done it finely? Finely doe you call it? why your Scholler ha's ſo mauld Mr. Noddle with the key of his ſtudy dore, made ſuch a breach in his Pericranium, that without queſtion all his French ends haue taken their flight, through that paſſage; as for my coſen Mr. William, hee's crept into an old hole, behind the hangings, that in the dayes of old, h'as beene the Aſylum, for decayed bootes, and ſhooes out of date, and there lyes hee, all alone, very melancholy. Ha, ha, he, but how was my Gentleman, and my elder brother imploy'd all this while? As Gentlemen vſe now adayes, in ſwearing; when he ſaw that hee could not draw his ſword, hee ran vp and downe the roome, and meaſured out the time of the combat with oathes. Death! that I had but ſeene this. VVould thou had'ſt: for I haue e'ene taken a ſurfer of them. I pray thee let's inuent ſome way, or other For to bee rid of them, canſt thou not thinke? Thinke, thinke, man — thinke— which I'le effect, vnleſſe All that is called Fortune, doth forſake mee. See'ſt thou that brace of Cabbins, on each ſide My Vncle's houſe? They'r Dog-kennels I take it. They are, no more, but ſee they come, I'le ſlip Aſide leſt I bee ſeene. I wonder what His brayne is now ſo hot in travaile with. How now? Lend mee your hankercher, if you haue one about you Coſen, mine ha's not a dry place in it. What doe you bleede Mr. Noddle? Yes Sir a little wild blood, hold that Coſen, vn peu Mounſieur. Did not you tell mee, all his French ends were gone? vn peu will not forſake him. Not a word. A whorſon cowardly ſlaue, to ſtrike a man e're one was aware of him, and to giue one no time, to draw his rapier— S'me, 'tis ſomewhat deepe I doubt. Nothing by Hercules Sir, a ſcratch, a ſcratch, well I'le ſay nothing, but by this good blood, that runns— Faith if you had done as that good blood does, Mr. Noddle, it had beene better for you. No Sir, I ſcorne it, I am not of that ſtraine i'faith, and that hee ſhall know, the ſempiternall raſcall. Come on Mr. Wiſeacres, I belieue you and your Kinſeman are much of a complexion. I am very melancholy at this time.