Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Humh— and how? and how a little? was he a good Bedfellow? 'tis folly to speak worse of him than he is. I trust me is't. Give the Devil his due. He pleased me well Sir, like a proper man. There was sweet coupling. Only his flesh felt cold. He wanted his great fires about him that he has at home. Peace, and did he wear good clothes? Gentleman like, but black black points and all. ay, very like his points were black enough. But come we'll trifle wi'ye no longer. Now shall you all to the justices, and let them take order with you till the Sizes, and then let Law take his course, and Uivat Rex. Mr. Generous I am sorry for your cause of sorrow, we shall not have your company? No sir, my Prayers for her soul's recovery. Shall not be wanting to her, but mine eyes Must never see her more. Mal, adieu sweet Mal, ride your next journey with the company you have there. Well Rogue I may live to ride in a Coach before I come to the Gallows yet. And Mrs. the horse that stays for you rides better with a Halter than your gingling bridle. Mr. Seely I rejoice for your Family's atonement. And I praise heaven for you that were the means to it. On afore Drovers with your untoward Cattle. Why do not you follow Mr. byblow. I thank your Aunt for the trick she would have fathered us withal. Well Sir, mine Aunt's mine Aunt, and for that trick I will not leave her till I see her do a worse. Y'are a kind Kinsman. Come Mawsy, come Puckling, And come my sweet Suckling, My pretty Mamillion, my joy, Fall each to his Duggy, While kindly we buggy, As tender as Nurse over Boy. Then suck our bloods freely, and with it be jolly, While merrily we sing, heigh Trolly-lolly. We'll dandle and clip ye, We'll stroke ye, and leap ye, And all that we have is your due; The feats you do for us, And those which you store us Withal, ties us only to you. Then suck our bloods freely, and with it be jolly, While merrily we sing, heigh Trolly-lolly. NOw while the Witches must expect their due By lawful justice, we appeal to you For favourable censure; what their crime May bring upon'em, ripeness yet of time Has not revealed. Perhaps great Mercy may After just condemnation give them day Of longer life. We represent as much As they have done, before law's hand did touch Upon their guilt; But dare not hold it fit, That we for justices and Judges sit. And personate their grave wisdoms on the Stage Whom we are bound to honour; No, the Age Allows it not. Therefore unto the Laws We can but bring the Witches and their cause, And there we leave'em, as their Devils did, Should we go further with'em? Wit forbid; What of their story, further shall ensue, We must refer to time, ourselves to you.
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Humh—and how? and how a little? was he a good Bedfellow? Tis folly to speake worse of him than he is. I trust me is't. Give the Divell his due. He pleas'd me well Sir, like a proper man. There was sweet coupling. Onely his flesh felt cold. He wanted his great fires about him that he has at home. Peace, and did he weare good clothes? Gentleman like, but blacke blacke points and all. I, very like his points were blacke enough. But come we'l trifle w'yee no longer. Now shall you all to the Iustices, and let them take order with you till the Sizes, and then let Law take his course, and Uivat Rex. Mr. Generous I am sorry for your cause of sorrow, we shall not have your company? No sir, my Prayers for her soules recovery. Shall not be wanting to her, but mine eyes Must never see her more. Mal, adiew sweet Mal, ride your next journey with the company you have there. Well Rogue I may live to ride in a Coach before I come to the Gallowes yet. And Mrs. the horse that stayes for you rides better with a Halter than your gingling bridle. Mr. Seely I rejoyce for your families attonement. And I praise heaven for you that were the means to it. On afore Drovers with your untoward Cattell. Why doe not you follow Mr. By-blow. I thanke your Aunt for the tricke she would have father'd us withall. Well Sir, mine Aunt's mine Aunt, and for that trick I will not leave her till I see her doe a worse. Y'are a kinde Kinsman. Come Mawsy, come Puckling, And come my sweet Suckling, My pretty Mamillion, my Ioy, Fall each to his Duggy, VVhile kindly we buggie, As tender as Nurse over Boy. Then suck our blouds freely, and with it be jolly, While merrily we sing, hey Trolly Lolly. We'l dandle and clip yee, We'l stroke yee, and lepe yee, And all that we have is your due; The feates you doe for us, And those which you store us Withall, tyes us onely to you. Then suck our blods freely, and with it be jolly, While merrily we sing, hey Trolly Lolly. NOw while the Witches must expect their due By lawfull Iustice, we appeale to you For favourable censure; what their crime May bring upon'em, ripenes yet of time Ha not reveal'd. Perhaps great Mercy may After just conmnation give them day Of longr life. We represent as much As they have done, before Lawes hand did touch Upon their guilt; But dare not hold it fit, That we for Iustices and Idges sit. And personate their grave wisedomes on the Stage VVhom we are bound to honour; No, the Age Allowes it not. Therefore unto the Lawes VVe can but bring the Witches and their cause, And there w leave'em, as their Divels did, Should we goe further with'em? Wit forbid; What of their storie, further shall ensue, We must referre to time, our selves to you.