The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 7 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Go you afore, and let the Ladies follow, And leave her to her thoughts a while, there must be A time of taking leave of the same fooleries Bewailing others maidenheads. Come then, we'll wait in the next room. Do not tarry For if thou dost, by my troth I shall fall asleep Mall. Do, do, and dream of dotterels, get you to bed quickly And let us ha' no more stir, come no crying 'tis too late now, carry yourself discreetly, The old thief loves thee dearly, that's the benefit. For the rest you must make your own play, Nay not that way, they'll pull ye all to pieces, for your whim-whams, Your garters and your gloves, go modestly And privately steal to bed, 'tis very late Mall, For if you go by them such a new 'larum. I know not which way to avoid 'em. This way This through the Cloisters: and so steal to bed, When you are there once, all will separate And give ye rest, I came out of my pity To show you this. I thank you. Here's the keys Go presently and lock the doors fast after ye, That none shall follow. Good night. Goodnight sweet Cosen, A good, and sweet night, or I'll curse thee Frank. She stays long, sure young wild-goose has abused me, He has made sport wi'me, I may yet get out again, And I may see his face once more, I ha' soul intentions, But they are drawn on by a fouler dealing. Hark, hark, it was the door, Something comes this way, wondrous still, and stealing May be some walking spirit to affright me. Oh heaven my fortune. 'tis her voice, stay. Save me Bless me you better powers. I am no Devil. youare little better to disturb me now. My name is Hartlove Fie, fie, worthy friend, Fie noble sir. I must talk farther with ye You know my fair affection. So preserve it, You know I am married now, for shame be civiller, Not all the earth shall make me. Pray walk this way, And if you ever loved me. Take heed Frank How you divert that love to hate, go home prithee. Shall he enjoy that sweet? Nay pray unhand me. He that ne'er felt what love was. Then I charge you Stand further off. I am tame, but let me walk wi'ye, Talk but a minute. So your talk be honest And my untainted honour suffer not I'll walk a turn or two. Give me your hand then. she's not in her Chamber. She is not here. And I'll tell you what I dreamed Give me a Torch. Be not too hasty sir. Nay let him go, For if my dream be true, he must be speedy, He will be tricked, and blazed else. As I am a woman I cannot blame her if she take her liberty, Would she would make thee cuckold thou old bully, A notorious cuckold for tormenting her.
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Goe you afore, and let the Ladies follow, And leave her to her thoughts a while, there must be A time of taking leave of the same fooleries Bewailing others maiden-heads. Come then, Weele waite in the next roome. Doe not tarry For if thou dost, by my troth I shall fall asleepe Mall. Doe, doe, and dreame of Dotrells, get you to bed quickly And let us ha no more stirre, come no crying Tis too late now, carry your selfe discreetely, The old theefe loves thee deerely, thats the benefit. For the rest you must make your owne play, Nay not that way, Theile pull yee all to peeces, for your whim whams, Your garters and your gloves, goe modestly And privately steale to bed, tis very late Mall, For if you goe by them such a new larum. I know not which way to avoyde em. This way This through the Cloisters: and so steale to bed, When you are there once, all will separate And give yee rest, I came out of my pitty To shew you this. I thanke you. Here's the keyes Goe presently and locke the doores fast after yee, That none shall follow. Good night. Good-night sweete Cosen, A good, and sweete night, or Ile curse thee Franke. She staies long, sure young Wildgoose has abus'd me, He has made sport wi'me, I may yet get out againe, And I may see his face once more, I ha soule intentions, But they are drawne on by a fouler dealing. Harke, harke, it was the doore, Something comes this way, wondrous still, and stealing May be some walking spirit to affright me. Oh heaven my fortune. Tis her voyce, stay. Save me Blesse me you better powers. I am no Devill. Yare little better to disturb me now. My name is Hartlove Fye, fie, worthy friend, Fye noble sir. I must talke farther with yee You know my faire affection. So preserve it, You know I am married now, for shame be civiller, Not all the earth shall make me. Pray walke this way, And if you ever lov'd me. Take heede Franke How you divert that love to hate, goe home prethee. Shall he enjoy that sweete? Nay pray unhand me. He that nere felt what love was. Then I charge you Stand further off. I am tame, but let me walke we'yee, Talke but a minute. So your talke be honest And my untainted honour suffer not Ile walke a turne or two. Give me your hand then. Shee's not in her Chamber. She is not here. And Ile tell you what I dream'd Give me a Torch. Be not too hastie sir. Nay let him goe, For if my dreame be true, he must be speedy, He will be trickt, and blaz'd else. As I am a woman I cannot blame her if she take her liberty, Would she would make thee cuckold thou old bully, A notorious cuckold for tormenting her.