Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Ratest thou this Moore but at 200 plots? No more, my Lord. Why should this Turk be dearer than that Moore? Because he is young and has more qualities. What, hast the philosopher's stone? and thou hast, Break my head with it, I'll forgive thee. No Sir, I can cut and shave. Let me see, sirrah, are you not an old shaver? Alas, Sir, I am a very youth. A youth? I'll buy you, and marry you to Lady vanity If you do well. I will serve you, Sir. Some wicked trick or other. It may be under colour Of shaving, thou'lt cut my throat for my goods. Tell me, hast thou thy health well? ay, passing well. So much the worse; I must have one that's sickly, And be but for sparing victuals: 'tis not a stone of beef a day Will maintain you in these chops; let me see one That's some what leaner. Here's a leaner, how like you him? Where was thou borne? In Trace; brought up in Arabia. So much the better, thou art for my turn, An hundred Crowns; I'll have him; there's the coin. Then mark him, Sir, and take him hence. ay, mark him, you were best, for this is he That by my help shall do much villainy. My Lord farewell: Come Sirrah you are mine. As for the Diamond it shall be yours; I pray, Sir, be no stranger at my house, All that I have shall be at your command. What makes the Iew and Lodowick so private? I fear me 'tis about fair Abigal. Yonder comes Don Mathias, let us stay; He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear: But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes, And be revenged upon the— Governor. This Moore is comeliest, is he not? speak son. No, this is the better, mother, view this well. Seem not to know me here before your mother Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand: When you have brought her home, come to my house; Think of me as thy father; Son farewell. But wherefore talked Don Lodowick with you? Tush man, we talked of Diamonds, not of Abigal. Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Iew? As for the Comment on the Machabees I have it, Sir, and 'tis at your command. Yes, Madam, and my talk with him was About the borrowing of a book or two. Converse not with him, he is cast off from heaven. Thou hast thy Crowns, fellow, come let's away. Sirrah, Iew, remember the book. Marry will I, Sir. Come, I have made a reasonable market, let's away. Now let me know thy name, and there withal Thy birth, condition, and profession. Faith, Sir, my birth is but mean, my name's Ithimore, My profession what you please.
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Ratest thou this Moore but at 200 plats? No more, my Lord. Why should this Turke be dearer then that Moore? Because he is young and has more qualities. What, hast the Philosophers stone? and thou hast, Breake my head with it, I'le forgiue thee. No Sir, I can cut and shaue. Let me see, sirra, are you not an old shauer? Alas, Sir, I am a very youth. A youth? I'le buy you, and marry you to Lady vanity If you doe well. I will serue you, Sir. Some wicked trick or other. It may be vnder colour Of shauing, thou'lt cut my throat for my goods. Tell me, hast thou thy health well? I passing well. So much the worse; I must haue one that's ickly, And be but for sparing vittles: 'tis not a stone of beef a day Will maintaine you in these chops; let me see one That's some what leaner. Here's a leaner, how like you him? Where was thou borne? In Trace; brought vp in Arabia. So much the better, thou art for my turne, An hundred Crownes; I'le haue him; there's the coyne. Then marke him, Sir, and take him hence. I, marke him, you were best, for this is he That by my helpe shall doe much villanie. My Lord farewell: Come Sirra you are mine. As for the Diamond it shall be yours; I pray, Sir, be no stranger at my house, All that I haue shall be at your command. What makes the Iew and Lodewicke so priuate? I feare me 'tis about faire Abigall. Yonder comes Don Mathias, let vs stay; He loues my daughter, and she holds him deare: But I haue sworne to frustrate both their hopes, And be reveng'd upon the —Gouernor. This Moore is comeliest, is he not? speake son. No, this is the better, mother, view this well. Seeme not to know me here before your mother Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand: When you haue brought her home, come to my house; Thinke of me as thy father; Sonne farewell. But wherefore talk'd Don Lodowick with you? Tush man, we talk'd of Diamonds, not of Abigal. Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Iew? As for the Comment on the Machabees I haue it, Sir, and 'tis at your command. Yes, Madam, and my talke with him was About the borrowing of a booke or two. Conuerse not with him, he is cast off from heauen. Thou hast thy Crownes, fellow, come let's away. Sirra, Iew, remember the booke. Marry will I, Sir. Come, I haue made a reasonable market, let's away. Now let me know thy name, and there withall Thy birth, condition, and profession. Faith, Sir, my birth is but meane, my name's Ithimer, My profession what you please.