The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 8 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I'll hang her then. I'll bless her then, she does Justice, Is this old stinking dogs flesh for her diet? Prithee honest Nurse do not fret too much For fear I dream you'll hang yourself too. The Cloister? Such was my fancy, I do not say 'tis true, Nor do I bid you be too confident. Where are the keys, the keys I say. I dreamed she had 'em to lock herself in. What a devil do you mean? No harm good Nurse be patient They are not in the window, where they use to be. What foolish dreams are these? I am mad. I hope so. If you be not mad, I'll do my best to make ye. This is some trick. I smell the wild-goose. Come gentlemen, come quickly I beseech you, Quick as you can, this may be your case Gentlemen. And bring some lights, some lights. Move faster, faster, you'll come too late else. I'll stay behind and pray for ye, I had rather she were dishonest, Than thou shouldst have her. You're most unmanly, yet I have some breath lest; And this steel to defend me, come not near me, For if you offer but another violence, As I have life I'll kill you, if I miss that, Upon my own heart will I execute, And let that fair belief out, I had of you. Most virtuous Maid, I have done, forgive my follies: Pardon, O pardon, I now see my wickedness, And what a monstrous shape it puts upon me, On your fair hand I seal. Down with the door. We are betrayed, oh Frank, Frank. I'll die for ye Rather than you shall suffer, I'll—— Now Enter. Enter sweet Gentlemen, mine eyes, mine eyes, Oh how my head aches. Is it possible? Hold her, she sinks. A plot upon my honour To poison my fair name, a studied villainy, Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest, My brains, my brains, my monstrous brains, they bud sure. She is gone, she is gone. A handsome riddance of her. Would I could as easily lose her memory. Is this the sweet of Marriage, have I bred thee For this reward? Hold, hold, he's desperate too. Be sure ye hold him fast, we'll bind him over To the next Sessions, and if I can I'll hang him. Nay then I'll live to be a terror to thee, Sweet Virgin Rise farewell: heaven has thy beauty, That's only fit for heaven. I'll live a little To find the villain out that wrought this injury, And then most blessed soul, I'll climb up to thee. Farewell, I feel myself another creature. Oh misery of miseries. I told ye Madam. Carry her in, you will pay back her portion. No not a penny, pay me back my credit And I'll condition weigh. A sad wedding Her grave must be her Bridal bed, oh Mall, Would I had wed thee to thy own content Than I had had thee still.
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Ile hang her then. Ile blesse her then, she does Justice, Is this old stinking doggs flesh for her dyet? Prethee honest Nurse doe not fret too much For feare I dreame youle hang your selfe too. The Cloister? Such was my fancie, I doe not say tis true, Nor doe Ibid you be too confident. Where are the keyes, the keyes I say. I dream'd she had 'em to locke her selfe in. What a devill doe you meane? No harme good Nurse be patient They are not in the window, where they use to be. What foolish dreames are these? I am mad. I hope so. If you be not mad, Ile doe my best to make yee. This is some tricke. I smell the Wildgoose. Come gentlemen, come quickely I beseech you, Quicke as you can, this may be your case Gentlemen. And bring some lights, some lights. Move faster, faster, youle come too late else. Ile stay behind and pray for ye, I had rather she were dishonest, Than thou shouldst have her. Y'are most unmanly, yet I have some breath lest; And this steele to defend me, come not neere me, For if you offer but another violence, As I have life Ile kill you, if I misse that, Upon my owne heart will I execute, And let that faire beleefe out, I had of you. Most vertuous Maide, I have done, forgive my follies: Pardon, O pardon, I now see my wickednesse, And what a monstrous shape it puts upon me, On your faire hand I seale. Downe with the doore. We are betraide, oh Franke, Franke. Ile dye for ye Rather than you shall suffer, Ile — — Now Enter. Enter sweete Gentlemen, mine eyes, mine eyes, Oh how my head akes. Is it possible? Hold her, she sinkes. A plot upon my honour To poyson my faire name, a studied villanie, Farewell, as I have hope of peace, I am honest, My brains, my brains, my monstrous brains, they bud sure. She is gone, she is gone. A handsome riddance of her. Would I could as easily lose her memory. Is this the sweete of Marriage, have I bred thee For this reward? Hold, hold, he's desperate too. Be sure ye hold him fast, weele bind him over To the next Sessions, and if I can Ile hang him. Nay then Ile live to be a terrour to thee, Sweete Virgin Rose farewell: heaven has thy beauty, Thats onely fit for heaven. Ile live a little To finde the villaine out that wrought this injury, And then most blessed soule, Ile climbe up to thee. Farewell, I feele my selfe another creature. Oh misery of miseries. I told ye Madam. Carry her in, you will pay backe her portion. No not a penny, pay me backe my credit And Ile condition weye. A sad wedding Her grave must be her Bridall bed, oh Mall, Would I had wed thee to thy owne content Then I had had thee still.