The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 16 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 T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
I know not, I am no Conjurer, you may look the body, I was like to be stolen away myself, the Spirit Had like to ha' surprised me in the shape of a woman, Of a young woman, and you know those are dangerous. So had I Madam, simply though I stand here, I had been ravished too: I had twenty Spirits In every corner of the house a Fiend met me. You lie like rascals, Was Mistress Newlove such a Spirit sir To fright your worship; Well, I discharge you sir, you're now at liberty, Live where you please, and do what pranks you fancy, You know your substance, though you are my Nephew, I am no way bound sir to protect your mischief; So fare you well. Farewell good Aunt, I thank you, Adieu honest Nick, the devil if he have power, Will persecute your old bones, for this marriage, Fare well Mistress Win. And shall we part with dry lips; Shall we that have been fellow devils together flinch for an old woman's fart? 'tis a fine time a night too, but we must part Nick. Shall we never ring again? ne'er toss the tenor, And roll the changes in a Cup of Claret? You shall not want whate'er I lay my hands on, As I am sure Automedon the Coachman, Shall be distributed; bear up, I say, hang sorrow, Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure, Same the Butlers true, the Cook a reverend Trojan, The falconer shall sell his Hawks, and swear they were rotten, There be some wandering spoons, that may be met with, I'll pawn a Coach horse, peace, utter no sentences. The harness shall be used in our wars also; Or shall I drive her (tell me but your will now, Say but the word) over some rotten bridge, Or by a Marl pit side, she may slip in daintily, Let me alone for myself. No, no, farewell Toby, Farewell spiny Nicholas, no such thing, There be ways i'the world, if you see me A day or two hence, may be we'll crack a quart yet, And pull a bell, commend to the household; Nay, cry not Toby 'twill make thy head giddy. Sweet Master Wildbrain. No more Toby go, the times may alter— But where's the corpse of my dead cosen, (If she be dead) I hoped 'thad but dissembled That sits heavy here: Toby, honest Toby, Lend me thy lantern, I forgot 'twas dark, I had need look to my ways now. Take a lodging with me tonight in the Stable, And ride away tomorrow with one of the horses Next your heart, pray do. No, good night good neighbour Toby, I will wander, I scorn to submit myself, ere I have rambled, But whether, or with what, that's more material; No matter, and the worst come it is but stealing, And my Aunt won't see me hanged for her own credit, And farewell in a halter costs me nothing.
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I know not, I am no Conjurer, you may looke the body, I was like to be stolne away my selfe, the Spirit Had like to ha surpris'd me in the shape of a woman, Of a young woman, and you know those are dangerous. So had I Madam, simply though I stand here, I had beene ravish'd too: I had twenty Spirits In every corner of the house a Fiend met me. You lie like raskalls, Was Mistresse Newlove such a Spirit sir To fright your worship; Well, I discharge you sir, ye'are now at libertie, Live where you please, and doe what prankes you fancy, You know your substance, though you are my Nephew, I am no way bound sir to protect your mischiefe; So fare you well. Farewell good Aunt, I thanke you, Adiew honest Nicke, the divell if he have power, Will persecute your old bones, for this marriage, Fare well Mistresse Win. And shall we part with dry lips; Shall we that have beene fellow devills together Flench for an old womans fart? Tis a fine time a night too, but we must part Nick. Shall we never ring againe? ne're tosse the tenor, And roule the changes in a Cup of Claret? You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on, As I am sure Automedon the Coachman, Shall be distributed; beare up, I say, hang sorrow, Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure, Sam the Butlers true, the Cooke a reverend Trojan, The Faulkner shall sell his Hawkes, and sweare they were rotten, There be some wandring spoones, that may be met with, Ile pawne a Coach horse, peace, utter no sentences. The harnesse shall be us'd in our warres also; Or shall I drive her (tell me but your will now, Say but the word) over some rotten bridge, Or by a Marle pit side, she may slip in daintily, Let me alone for my selfe. No, no, farewell Toby, Farewell spinie Nicholas, no such thing, There be wayes i'the world, if you see me A day or two hence, may be wee'le cracke a quart yet, And pull a bell, commend to the houshold; Nay, cry not Toby 'twill make thy head giddy. Sweet Master Wildbraine. No more Toby go, the times may alter — But where's the coarse of my dead cosen, (If she be dead) I hop'd 'thad but dissembled That sits heavy here: Toby, honest Toby, Lend me thy Lanthorne, I forgot 'twas darke, I had neede look to my wayes now. Take a lodging with me to night in the Stable, And ride away to morrow with one of the horses Next your heart, pray doe. No, good night good neighhour Toby, I will wander, I scorne to submit my selfe, ere I have rambled, But whether, or with what, thats more materiall; No matter, and the worst come it is but stealing, And my Aunt won'ot see me hang'd for her owne credit, And farewell in a halter costs me nothing.