The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 9 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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I am mad, farewell, Another wanton wife will prove a hell. What hast thou done? I have walked through all the lodgings. A silence as if death dwelled there inhabits. What hast thou seen? Nought but a sad confusion thing Every left in such a loose disorder That were there twenty thieves, they would be laden. 'tis very well, I like thy care, but 'tis strange A wedding night should be so solitary. Certainly there is some cause, some death or sickness Is fall'n suddenly upon some friend, Or some strange news is come. Are they all a-bed? I think so, and sound asleep, unless it be Some women that keep watch in a low parlour, And drink, and weep, I know not to what end. Where's all the plate? Why locked up in that room. I saw the old Lady, ere she went to bed Put up her plate, and some of the rich hangings In a small long chest, her chain and rings are there too, It stands close by the Table on a form. 'twas a good notice, didst thou see the men. I saw them sad too, and all take their leaves, But what they said I was too far to hear sir. 'tis daintily discovered, we shall certainly Have a most prosperous night, which way. A close one, A back door, that the women have left open, To go in and out to fetch necessaries, Close on the Garden side. I love thy diligence, Wert thou not fearful. Fearful? I'll be hanged first. Say they had spied thee. I was then determined To have cried down right too, and have kept 'em company, As one that had an interest in their sadness, Or made an errand to I know not whom sir. My dainty Boy, let us discharge, that plate Makes a perpetual motion in my fingers Till I have fast hold of it. Pray be wise sir, do't handsomely, be not greedy, Let's handle it with such an excellence As if we would bring thieving into honour: We must disguise, to fright these reverend watches. Still my blessed Boy. And clear the Room of drunken Jealousies, The chest is of some weight, and we may make Such noise i'th' carriage we may be snapped. Come open, here's a devil's face. No, no, sir, we'll have no shape so terrible, We will not do the devil so much pleasure, To have him face our plot. A winding sheet then. That's too cold a shift, I would not wear the reward of my wickedness, I wonder you are an old thief, and no cunninger, Where's the long cloak? Here, here. Give me the turban And the false beard, I hear some coming this way, Stoop, stoop, and let me sit upon your shoulders And now as I direct: stay let 'em enter, And when I touch move forward, make no noise.
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I am mad, farewell, Another wanton wife will prove a hell. What hast thou done? I have walked through all the lodgings. A silence as if death dwelt there inhabits. What hast thou seene? Nought but a sad confusion thing Every left in such a loose disorder That were there twenty theeves, they would be laden. Tis very well, I like thy care, but tis strange A wedding night should be so solitary. Certainely there is some cause, some death or sicknesse Is falne suddenly upon some friend, Or some strange newes is come. Are they all a bed? I thinke so, and sound a sleepe, unlesse it be Some women that keepe watch in a low parlour, And drinke, and weepe, I know not to what end. Where's all the plate? Why lockt up in that roome. I saw the old Lady, ere she went to bed Put up her plate, and some of the rich hangings In a small long chest, her chaine and rings are there too, It stands close by the Table on a forme. T was a good notice, didst thou see the men. I saw them sad too, and all take their leaves, But what they sayd I was too farre to heare sir. Tis daintily discover'd, we shall certainely Have a most prosperous night, which way. A close one, A backe doore, that the women have left open, To goe in and out to fetch necessaries, Close on the Garden side. I love thy diligence, Wert thou not fearefull. Fearefull? Ile be hang'd first. Say they had spied thee. I was then determain'd To have cry'd downe right too, and have kept 'em company, As one that had an interest in their sadnesse, Or made an errand to I know not whom sir. My dainty Boy, let us discharge, that plate Makes a perpetuall motion in my fingers Till I have fast hold of it. Pray be wise sir, doe't hansomely, be not greedie, Lets handle it with such an excellence As if we would bring theeving into honour: We must disguise, to fright these reverend watches. Still my blest Boy. And cleere the Roome of drunken Jealousies, The chest is of some weight, and we may make Such noise ith carriage we may be snap'd. Come open, heres a devills face. No, no, sir, weele have no shape so terrible, We will not doe the divell so much pleasure, To have him face our plot. A winding sheete then. Thats too cold a shift, I would not weare the reward of my wickednesse, I wonder you are an old theefe, and no cunninger, Where's the long cloake? Here, here. Give me the Turbant And the false beard, I heare some comming this way, Stoope, stoope, and let me sit upon your shoulders And now as I direct: stay let 'em enter, And when I touch move forward, make no noise.