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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Now all the world! what shall we do with them? But stay, a word,— perform it, I'll take order T' uncase 'em' to your hands.— Now quickly Nodle, all is quiet now,— Come Mr. William— Not a mouse is stirring— Safe, safe, all 's safe. Ha, he, he. I've spoiled my clothes quite, would I had a brush; How now? we're gulled. ay, as I am a living soul.— mark the end on't. Who have we here? does his ghost walk? we are all jeered I perceive it plain now. Who's that? Mr. Mongrel? is the Scholar alive again? I should have been very melancholy to have been hanged as I am a living soul. If I could get my rapier and a brush, I'd steal away. Would you have a brush? I'll brush ye ye villains, Nay, Mr. Love-all told me what dusty companions ye were, And that ye wanted brushing, and how ye bade Abused my husband, and my daughter, tied them To a tree, come one your ways, want ye brushing? Ye rascals, I'll brush you, would ye be brushed? Come on, let's see what covered dish w'have here now? high day! you lubberly knave; what madam Gillian too? What? is she come now to trouble us! My daughter, I do charge you on my blessing Look scurvily upon her. Yes forsooth Father. Call her not Mother darling, but disclaim her, She is no wife of mine, she does conspire Against our gentility daughter, and she lies; Call her the plain old woman, sweet-lips, do; I'll bear you cut in't, do as your father bids you. How now? But forsooth father, my neckercher is not turned into Gold yet. They are both mad of a certain. I am a gentleman, and I will be a gentleman, I will enclose, and I will raise rents— I will be a lower-house man, and I will be— An old coxcomb, and you shall be beaten. But does this stand good in law? Fear not that; I'll find an old statute for it, doubt it not. You are a gentleman? and you will be a gentleman? I'll make you gentle enough ere I have done with you. O, O, O. And you my sweet lips that will not call me mother, but look scurvily, Come on your ways I have the common law on my side too for this. Oh mother, I'll never be a gentlewoman more while I live, nor never talk of gold neckerchers, no that I won't truly. Yes, you shall be a Lower-house man, you shall; I'll take you down a Pin, you're too high now. O, O, good wife— O, O, honey wife. You'll in? Buz, peace and catch a mouse cry I. What is my Scholar returned? prithee go in Iack Loveall, I'll change but two words with him And follow. Well said, nay look not sourly on the matter.
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Now all the world! what ſhall wee do with them? But ſtay, a word,—performe it, I'le take order T' vncaſe vm' to your hands.— Now quickly Nodle, all is quiet now,— Come Mr. William — Not a mouſe is ſtirring— Safe, ſafe, all 's ſafe. Ha, he, he. I'ue ſpoyl'd my cloathes quite, would I had a bruſh; How now? wee're gull'd. I, as I am a liuing ſaule. — marke the end on't. Who haue wee here? does his ghoſt walke? Wee are all gee'd I perceiue it plaine now. Who's that? Mr. Mungrell? is the Scholler aliue againe? I ſhould haue beene very melancholy to haue beene hang'd as I am a liuing ſaule. If I could get my raepier and a bruſh, I'de ſteale away. Would you haue a bruſh? I'le bruſh yee yee villaines, Nay, Mr. Loueall told me what duſty companions yee were, And that yee wanted bruſhing, and how yee bad Abus'd my husband, and my daughter, ty'de them To a tree, come one your wayes, want yee bruſhing? Ye raſcalls, I'le bruſh you, would ye be bruſht▪ Come on, lets ſee what cover'd diſh 'haue here now? Hy day! you lubberly knaue; what Madame Gillian too? What? is ſhee come now to trouble vs! My daughter, I doe charge you on my bleſſing Looke ſcuruily vpon her. Yes forſooth Father. Call her not Mother darling, but diſclaime her, Shee is no wife of mine, ſhee does conſpire Againſt our gentility daughter, and ſhee lyes; Call her the plaine old woman, ſweet-lips, doe; Ile beare you cut in't, doe as your father bids you. How now? But forſooth father, my neckercher is not turn'd into Gold yet. They are both mad of a certaine. I am a gentleman, and I will be a gentleman, I will encloſe, and I will rayſe rents—I wil be a lower-houſe man, and I will be— An old cox-combe, and you ſhall be beaten. But does this ſtand good in law? Feare not that; I'le find an old ſtatute for it, doubt it not. You are a gentleman? and you will be a gentleman? I'le make you gentle enough e're I haue done with you. O, O, O. And you my ſweet lips that wil not call me mother, but looke ſcuruily, Come on your wayes I haue the common law on my ſide too for this. Oh mother, I'le neuer bee a gentlewoman more while I liue, nor neuer talke of gold neckerchers, no that I won't truely. Yes, you ſhall bee a Lower-houſe man, you ſhall; I'le take you downe a Pinne, you'r too high now. O, O, good wife—O, O, hony wife. You'l in? Buz, peace and catch a mouſe cry I. What is my Scholler return'd? pre'thee goe in Iack Loveall, I'le change but two words with him And follow. Well ſayd, nay looke not ſowerly on the matter.