Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
O! she's half turned already: forsooth and a curtsy at every word; Mrs. Ursely? thou shalt put Mrs. Ursly into a pint pot. O the Lord! pray you forsooth Sir whosoe'er you are do me quickly forsooth. But here 's not rope enough. Take off your garter quickly you Maukin you. Here forsooth. And father, must I take place of my mother when I'm a Gentlewoman? Good. Marry shalt thou goldy locks, and be a Lady, and contemn her. Call her the good old country woman too. Stipes, but one word more and then I'll leave you Unto your new creation— have you nothing Within your house to cover you? the crows Perhaps may be too impudent and saucy With you, and now you can not help yourself you know. ay, I by'r Lady? 'twas well thought upon, Good Mr. Ieoffry step into my house, You there shall find my cloak, use that. 'Tis of a swooping cut, but new be sure You do not speak a word what noise soe'er You chance to hear, perhaps the fairy King Will take some pause, study a while, consult With his Queen Mab about you how to polish And frame you of a purer shape then ordinary. Do you mark that? St, not a word good Stipes. Ah sweet Mr. Ieoffry. Peace and catch a mouse cry I. Come on brave Tom, come on brave Tom, Remember your instructions Tom. Let brave Tom alone. Let brave Tom alone. A most authentic rogue, how he does stretch it? paratragoediate? Newly from a poached Trade, and A broil a Viper, King of Fairy land I Ob'ron do arise, to see What mortal Fortune here hath tied unto my sacred Tree. O Mr. Ieoffry, is that Ob'rum? Pray you let me see him. Is this Obrum? 'sduds, he is but poorly apparelled himself methinks. St. Stip. Peace and catch a mouse cry I, but once more good Mr. Ieoffry. Let me have but one sight more of him. Mr. Ieoffry does he use to give away his clothes when he makes gentlefolks? 'sduds I doubt he has none left for me. What do you mean? Peace and catch a mouse cry I. Good father let me see Obrum too: ah, he has a horn like a Tom of Bedlam. Peace, I would not for the best cow in my yard that he should hear thee. Be'st thou ruder than was e'er The half excrement of a Bear, Or rougher than the Northern wind Cam'st thou of a satyr's kind. Be whatsoever thou canst be So thou shalt remain for me. Did you hear that Stipes? ay, good Master Ieoffry, stand farther you great baggage and make room for your rathers' proaching greatness. But see my father, Pray thee convey away the Bedlam any whether, carry him into your house again and shoot him out at the back door.
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O! ſhe's halfe turn'd already: forſooth and a curtſey at euery word; Mrs. Vrſely? thou ſhalt put Mrs. Ʋrſly into a pint pot. O the Lord! pray you forſooth Sir who ſoe're you are doe mee quickly forſooth. But here 's not rope enough. Take off your garter quickly you Maukin you. Here forſooth. And father, muſt I take place of my mother when I'm a Gentlewoman? Good. Marry ſhalt thou goldy locks, and be a Lady, and contemne her. Call her the good old country woman too. Stipes, but one word more and then I'le leaue you Vnto your new creation—haue you nothing Within your houſe to couer you? the crowes Perhaps may bee too impudent and ſaucy With you, and now you can not helpe your ſelfe you know. I, I by'r Lady? 'twas well thought vpon, Good Mr. Ieoffry ſtep into my houſe, You there ſhall finde my cloake, vſe that. 'Tis of a ſwooping cut, but new be ſure You doe not ſpeake a word what noiſe ſo ere You chance to heare, perhaps the fairy King Will take ſome pawſe, ſtudy a while, conſult With his Queene Mab about you how to poliſh And frame you of a purer ſhape then ordinary. Doe you marke that? St, not a word good Stipes. Ah ſweet Mr. Ieoffry. Peace and catch a mouſe cry I. Come on braue Tom, come on braue Tom, Remember your inſtructions Tom. Let braue Tom alone. Let braue Tome alone. A moſt authentick rogue, how he does ſtretch it? paratragoediate? Newly from a poach'd Trade, and A broyl a Viper, King of Fayry land I Ob'ron doe ariſe, to ſee What mortall Fortune here hath tyed vnto my ſacred Tree. O Mr. Ieoffry, is that Ob'rum? Pray you let me ſee him. Is this Obrum? 'sduds, hee is but poorely parrelled himſelfe me thinkes. St. Stip. Peace and catch a mouſe cry I, but once more good Mr. Ieoffry. Let me haue but one ſight more of him. Mr. Ieoffry does hee vſe to giue away his cloathes when hee makes gentlefolkes? 'sduds I doubt he has none left for me. What doe you meane? Peace and catch a mouſe cry I. Good father let mee ſee Obrum too ah, hee has a horne like a Tom of Bedlam. Peace, I wu'd not for the beſt cow in my yard that he ſhould heare thee. Beeſt thou ruder then was e're The halfe excrement of a Beare, Or rougher then the Northerne winde Cam'ſt thou of a Satyres kind. Be whatſoeuer thou can'ſt be So thou ſhalt remaine for mee. Did you heare that Stipes? I, good Maſter Ieoffry, ſtand farther you great baggage and make roome for your rathers' proaching greatneſſe. But ſee my father, 'Pray thee conuey away the Bedlam any whether, carry him into your houſe againe and ſhoote him out at the back dore.