Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.89 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Without a Portion? take her what ere thou art So, So, that care is passed yet, this a little Help's out with th' other losses. Master Hook, You shall not frown, since all things here do smile; Tomorrow I will pay you halfe your money, So you will grant me a general acquittance; 'Tis in my power (you know) and I may choose Whether I'll pay a farthing, but no more, (There is a thing called conscience within me; And) you shall have it: therefore be frolic Sir. Thou art an honest man. Ye are all honest, ye are all honest. All this while have I Employed mine cares about this business. Now show thyself, and of what house thou com'st. All health to this fair company— much joy— Much happiness— and a young Son to you; Are you at leisure for to kill me yet? You see I'm come again. Let me embrace thee Thou instrument of all our good. Yes, yes, I was a fool, knew nothing, knew just nothing, Could not divine a whit, not tell, not tell, How this same gear would come to pass, not I; How do you like your Lively now? your Lively? we will discourse of that within. Terpander, Sir will it please you follow? you my Son, Gentl'men y'are all my guests to night. Mee Think's I am growne Pestilent kinde vpon the suddayne, The Music too, we will be merry, come, Nay come, come, take me while the humours hot. Love-all, a word: nay troop on, let them troop. The news? 'Faith nothing but to take my leave, Bid you far well. Why so? I pray thee stay, You'll in I hope. What among such a kennel Of women? Noah, adieu. Nay prithee go. Not for the Fairy Kingdom. Mr. Loveall, Sweet Mr. Loveall. Anteros. How now? As I am a gentleman, and an elder brother, I am almost choked. Sweet Mr. Loveall, O Mr. Loveall. 'Tis utterly against my complexion, To lie here any longer. Death! our fools, Our dish of buffles: as I hope to prosper My thoughts had lost them quite. I thought not of them. Good Mr. Loveall are the officers gone? Anteros, Anteros, is the coast clear yet? But how shall we dispose of them? we'd best Barrel them up and send them for new England. A pox there's fools enough already there. Let's pickle them for winter Salads. No; They are not capable of Salt, man; rather Let's get some broken trumpet, or old drum, And show them to the people from some strange Beasts out of Afrique Father, my gown is not silk yet. A bots on you. Hark, there's another egg sprung, my shepherd and his fair daughter. Loveall, Mr. Loveall, I am of a sanguine complexion. Anteros.
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Without a Portion? take her what er'e thou art So, So, that care is paſt yet, this a little Help's out with th' other loſſes. Maſter Hooke, You ſhall not frowne, ſince all things here doe ſmile; To morrow I will pay you halfe your mony, So you will grant me a generall acquittance; 'Tis in my power (you know) and I may chuſe Whether I'le pay a farthing, but no more, (There is a thing call'd conſcience within me; And) you ſhall have it: therefore be frolike Sir. Thou art an honeſt man. Yee are all honeſt, yee are all honeſt. All this while have I Employ'd mine cares about this buſineſſe. Now ſhow thy ſelfe, and of what houſe thou com'ſt. All health to this faire company—much ioy— Much happineſſe — and a young Sonne to you; Are you at leaſure for to kill me yet? You ſee I'me come againe. Let me embrace thee Thou inſtrument of all our good. Yes, yes, I was a foole, knewe nothing, knewe iuſt nothing, Could not divine a whit, not tell, not tell, How this ſame geare would come to paſſe, not I; How doe you like your Liuely now? your Liuely? Wee will diſcourſe of that within. Terpander, Sir will it pleaſe you follow? you my Sonne, Gentl'men y'are all my gueſts to night. Mee Think's I am growne Peſtilent kinde vpon the ſuddayne, The Muſicke too, wee will be merry, come, Nay come, come, take me while the homours hot. Loueall, a word: nay troupe on, let them troupe. The newes? 'Faith nothing but to take my leaue, Bid you far well. Why ſo? I pray thee ſtay, You'le in I hope. What among ſuch a kennell Of women? noe, adiew. Nay preethee goe. Not for the Fay'ry Kingdome. Mr. Loveall, Sweet Mr. Loveall. Anteros. How now? As I am a gentleman, and an elder brother, I am almoſt choak'd. Sweet Mr. Loveall, O Mr. Loveall. 'Tis vtterly againſt my complexion, To lye here any longer. Death! our fooles, Our diſh of buffles: as I hope to proſper My thoughts had loſt them quite. I thought not of them. Good Mr. Loveall are the officers gone? Anteros, Anteros, is the coaſt cleare yet? But how ſhall wee diſpoſe of them? Wee'd beſt Barrell them vp and ſend them for new England. A pox there's fooles enow already there. Let's pickle them for winter Sallads. No; They are not capable of Salt, man; rather Let's get ſome broaken trumpet, or old drumme, And ſhew them to the people from ſome ſtrange Beaſts out of Affrick Father, my gowne is not ſilke yet. A bots on you. Harke, there's another egge ſprung, my ſheepheard and his faire daughter. Loveall, Mr. Loveall, I am of a ſanguine complexion. Anteros.