Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Cause me no causes. I'll prove't, for such a dinner We may put off a commission: you shall find it Henrici decimo quarto. Fie Master Greedy. Will you lose me a thousand pounds for a dinner? No more for shame. We must forget the belly, When we think of profit. Well, you shall o'errule me I could e'en cry now. Do you hear master Cook. Send but a corner of that immortal pastry, And I, in thankfulness, will by your boy Send you a brace of three-pences. Will you be so prodigal? Remember me to your Lady. Who have we here? You know me: I did once, but now I will not, Thou art no blood of mine. avaunt thou beggar, If ever thou presume to own me more; I'll have thee caged, and whipped. I'll grant the warrant, Think of pie-corner, Furnace. Will you out Sir? I wonder how you durst creep in. This is rudeness, And saucy impudence. Cannot you stay To be served among your fellows from the basket, But you must press in to the hall? Prithee vanish Into some outhouse, thought it be the pigsty, My scullion shall come to thee. This is rare: Oh here's Tom. Alworth Tom. We must be strangers, Nor would I have you seen here for a million. Better, and better. He contemns me too? Foh what a smell's here! what thing's this? A creature Made out of the privy. Let us hence for love's sake, Or I shall swoon. I begin to faint already. Will know your way? Or shall we teach it you, By the head, and shoulders? No: I will not stir. Do you mark, I will not. Let me see the wretch That dares attempt to force me. Why you slaves, Created only to make legs, and cringe; To carry in a dish, and shift a trencher; That have not souls only to hope a blessing Beyond black jacks, or flagons; you that were borne Only to consume meat, and drink, and batten Upon reversions: who advances? who Shows me the way? My Lady. Here's the Monster. Sweet Madam, keep your glove to your nose. Or let me, Fetch some perfumes may be predominant, You wrong yourself else. Madam, my designs Bear me to you. To me? And though I have met with But ragged entertainment from your grooms here, I hope from you to receive that noble usage, As may become the true friend of your husband, And then I shall forget these. I am amazed, To see, and hear this rudeness. Dar'st thou think Though sworn, that it can ever find belief, That I, who to the best men of this Country, Denied my presence since my husband's death, Can fall so low, as to change words with thee? Thou Son of infamy, forbear my house, And know, and keep the distance that's between us, Or, though it be against my gentler temper, I shall take order you no more shall be An eyesore to me.
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Cause me no causes. I'le proue't, for such a dinner We may put off a commission: you shall find it Henrici decimo quarto. Fie Master Greedie. Will you loose me a thousand pounds for a dinner? No more for shame. We must forget the belly, When we thinke of profit. Well, you shall or'erule me I could eu'n crie now. Doe you heare master Cooke. Send but a corner of that immortall pastie, And I, in thankefulnesse, will by your boy Send you a brace of three-pences. Will you be so prodigall? Remember me to your Lady. Who haue wee here? You know me: I did once, but now I will not, Thou art no blood of mine. Auant thou begger, If euer thou presume to owne me more; Ile haue thee cag'd, and whipp'd. Ile grant the warrant, Thinke of Piecorner, Furnace. Will you out Sir? I wonder how you durst creepe in. This is rudenesse, And sawcie impudence. Cannot you stay To be seru'd among your fellowes from the basket, But you must presle in to the hall? Prethee vanish Into some outhouse, thought it be the piggestie, My skullion shall come to thee. This is rare: Oh here's Tom. Alworth Tom. We must be strangers, Nor would I haue you seene here for a million. Better, and better. He contemnes mee too? Foh what a smell's here! what thing's this? A creature Made out of the priuie. Let vs hence for loues sake, Or I shall sowne. I beginne to faint already. Will know your way? Or shall wee teach it you, By the head, and shoulders? No: I will not stirre. Doe you marke, I will not. Let me see the wretch That dares attempt to force me. Why you slaues, Created only to make legges, and cringe; To carrie in a dish, and shift a trencher; That haue not sou'es only to hope a blessing Beyond blacke iackes, or flagons; you that were borne Only to consume meate, and drinke, and batten Vpon reuersions: who aduances? who Shewes me the way? My Lady. Here's the Monster. Sweet Madam, keepe your gloue to your nose. Or let me, Fetch some perfumes may be predominant, You wrong your selfe else. Madam, my designes Beare me to you. To me? And though I haue met with But ragged entertainment from your groomes here, I hope from you to receiue that noble vsage, As may become the true friend of your husband, And then I shall forget these. I am amaz'd, To see, and heare this rudenesse. Dar'st thou thinke Though sworne, that it can euer find beleefe, That I, who to the best men of this Countrey, Deni'd my presence since my husbands death, Can fall so low, as to change words with thee? Thou Sonne of infamie, forbeare my house, And know, and keepe the distance that's betweene vs, Or, though it be against my gentler temper, I shall take order you no more shall be An eye-sore to me.