The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 4 of 39
Fletcher, John / Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
I have enough, I'll honour ye. Here are my trinkets, and this lusty marriage I mean to visit, I have shift of all sorts, And here are thousand wheels to set 'em working, I am very merry, for I know this wedding Will yield me lusty pillage, if mad wild-goose That deboshed rogue keep but his ancient revels And breed a hubbub in the house I am happy. Now what are you? A poor distressed boy Sir, Friendless and comfortless, that would entreat Some charity and kindness from your worship, I would fain serve Sir, and as fain endeavour With duteous labour to deserve the love Of that good Gentleman shall entertain me. A pretty Boy, but of too mild a breeding, Too tender and too bashful a behaviour, What canst thou do? I can learn any thing That's good and honest, and shall please Master. He blushes as he speaks, and that I like not, I love a bold and secure confidence, An impudence that one may trust, this boy now Had I instructed him had been a Jewel, A treasure for my use, thou canst not lie. I would not willingly. Nor thou hast no wit To dissemble neatly. Do you love such boys, Sir? Oh mainly, mainly, I would have my boy impudent, Outface all truth, yet do it piously: Like Proteus, cast himself into all forms, As sudden and as nimble as his thoughts, Blench at no danger, though it be the Gallows, Nor make no conscience of a cozenage Though it be i'th' Church; your soft, demure, still children— Are good for nothing, but to get long graces— And sing songs to dull tunes; I would keep thee And cherish thee, hadst thou any active quality, And be a tender master to thy knavery, But thou art not for my use. Do you speak this seriously? Yes indeed do I. Would you have your Boy Sir Read in these moral mischiefs? Now thou movest me. And be a well trained youth in all activities? By any means. Or do you this to try me, Fearing a proneness. I speak this to make thee. Then take me Sir, and cherish me and love me; You have me what you would: believe me Sir I can do any thing for your advantage, I guess at what you mean; I can lie naturally, As easily, as I can sleep Sir, and securely: As naturally I can steal too. That I am glad on, Right heartily glad on, hold thee there, thou art excellent. Steal any thing from anybody living. Not from thy Master. That's mine own body. And must not be. The Boy mends mightily. A rich man, that like snow, heaps up his moneys I have a kind of pious zeal to meet still; A fool that not deserves 'em, I take pity on, For fear he should run mad, and so I ease him. Excellent boy, and able to instruct me, Of my own nature just.
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I have enough, Ile honour yee. Here are my trinkets, and this lustie marriage I meane to visit, I have shift of all sorts, And here are thousand wheeles to set 'em working, I am very merry, for I know this wedding Will yeeld me lustie pillage, if mad Wildgoose That deboshd rogue keepe but his ancient revells And breede a hubbub in the house I am happy. Now what are you? A poore distressed boy Sir, Friendlesse and comfortlesse, that would entreate Some charitie and kindnesse from your worship, I would faine serve Sir, and as faine indeavour With dutious labour to deserve the love Of that good Gentleman shall entertaine me. A pretty Boy, but of too milde a breeding, Too tender and too bashfull a behaviour, What canst thou doe? I can learne any thing That's good and honest, and shall please Master. He blushes as he speakes, and that I like not, I love a bold and secure confidence, An impudence that one may trust, this boy now Had I instructed him had beene a Jewell, A treasure for my use, thou canst not lye. I would not willingly. Nor thou hast no wit To dissemble neately. Doe you love such boyes, Sir? Oh mainely, mainely, I would have my boy impudent, Outface all truth, yet doe it piously: Like Proteus, cast himselfe into all formes, As sudden and as nimble as his thoughts, Blench at no danger, though it be the Gallowes, Nor make no conscience of a cosonage Though it be ith Church; your soft, demure, still children — Are good for nothing, but to get long graces — And sing songs to dull tunes; I would keepe thee And cherish thee, hadst thou any active qualitie, And be a tender master to thy knavery, But thou art not for my use. Doe you speake this seriously? Yes indeed doe I. Would you have your Boy Sir Read in these morall mischiefes? Now thou mov'st me. And be a well traind youth in all activities? By any meanes. Or doe you this to try me, Fearing a pronenesse. I speake this to make thee. Then take me Sir, and cherish me and love me; You have me what you would: beleeve me Sir I can doe any thing for your advantage, I guesse at what you meane; I can lie naturally, As easily, as I can sleepe Sir, and securely: As naturally I can steale too. That I am glad on, Right heartily glad on, hold thee there, thou art excellent. Steale any thing from any body living. Not from thy Master. That's mine owne body. And must not be. The Boy mends mightily. A rich man, that like snow, heapes up his moneys I have a kind of pious zeale to meet still; A foole that not deserves 'em, I take pittie on, For feare he should run mad, and so I ease him. Excellent boy, and able to instruct me, Of my owne nature just.