The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 8 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
He is a suitor to the widow, And after the rate we cast the plot, my Rival. I'll rival him; he smothers a poor Gentlewoman At home with seacoal, and allows her no More light than serves to read in painted cloth The exposition of the harlot's story: Hartwell, I love her, and before her father Died we interchanged our hearts; 'tis here, To free her from that slavery she lives in Under the iron-hearted jailor, else I shall repent my aim, he broods upon Her portion still; but I have a trick may spoil His hatching of young bags, thou shalt know all Hereafter; to the Widow, Hartwell, I am For state affairs, be faithful and pray for me; We must be bold, farewell, if something hit we'll laugh in spite of Dives and the Devil. This is the thing, Sir, that must carry away The garland, they have given him a cup Or two of Sack, and has the prettiest humour, He does so whistle out his compliment: He wears his feather like the Captain of A Country team, and would become a horse-collar Rarely; I do not think, but were he put to 't, With little switching, he would draw the cart well. Sweet Lady, I'm your humble servant, 'tis Well known what I am, where I live, my father Died since I was of age; and left me, thank him, A younger brother's portion: A younger brother. I know, sweet Lady, what you'd say, My father Had no more children, but I must speak modestly Of my estate, I have land I know enough For two or three wives; I have a horse in town, Your daughter, if we please, shall ride behind me, Sweet Lady, did you ever see the Country? What Country, Sir? Why any Country living, Sweet Lady, I am your humble servant, if You affect hawking, hunting, or drinking, There be good fellows will bear you company; but you have better Sack, sweet Lady, is there good Tobacco in London? Virginia Tobacco grows here, Sir. Sweet Sir, I am your humble servant, you Seem to be a Gentleman, will you fetch me a pipe? There's half a piece, and I be not troublesome: Perhaps, sweet Lady, 'twill offend you, then Let it alone. A very precious widgeon: Gramercy Sack. Ta la la la lero, etc. You dance well, Sir. He has a strong back, I warrant him. Sweet Lady, is this your daughter? Ask that now? I was her mother, Sir. That may be too: what Gentleman is that? Sweet Sir, I am your humble servant likewise. You are too humble, Sir, to stoop so low, It would become my duty. Sweet Sir, 'tis all one, A leg or an arm is not cast away Among friends, I am a Country Gentleman All the world knows, sweet Sir, I ha' no business In town.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He is a Sutour to the widdow, And after the rate we cast the plot, my Rivall. I'll rivall him; he smothers a poore Gentlewoman At home with sea-cole, and allowes her no More light than serves to read in painted cloth The exposition of the harlots storie: Hartwell, I love her, and before her father Di'd we enterchang'd our hearts; 'tis here, To free her from that slaverie she lives in Vnder the iron-hearted aylor, else I shall repent my aime, he broods upon Her portion still; but I have a trick may spoile His hatching of young bags, thou sha't know all Hereafter; to the Widdow, Hartwell, I am For state affaires, be faithfull and pray for me; We must be bold, farewell, if something hit Wee'll laugh in spight of Dives and the Devill. This is the thing, Sir, that must carrie away The garland, they have given him a cup Or two of Sack, and has the prettiest humour, He does so whistle out his complement: He weares his feather like the Captaine of A Countrey Teame, and would become a horse-collar Rarely; I do not think, but were he put to 't, With little switching, he would draw the cart well. Sweet Lady, I'm your humble servant, 'tis Well knowne what I am, where I live, my father Died since I was of age; and left me, thank him, A younger brothers portion: A younger brother. I know, sweet Lady, what you'd say, My father Had no more children, but I must speake modestly Of my estate, I have land I know enough For two or three wives; I have a horse in towne, Your daughter, if we please, shall ride behind me, Sweet Lady, did you ever see the Countrey? What Countrey, Sir? Why any Countrey living, Sweet Lady, I am your humble servant, if You affect hawking, hunting, or drinking, There be good fellowes will beare you company; but you have better Sack, sweet Lady, is there good Tobacco in London? Virginia Tobacco growes here, Sir. Sweet Sir, I am your humble servant, you Seeme to be a Gentleman, will you fetch me a pipe? There's halfe a peece, and I be not troublesome: Perhaps, sweet Lady, 'twill offend you, then Let it alone. A verie precious Widgin: Gramercie Sack. Ta la la la lero, &c. You dance well, Sir. He has a strong back, I warrant him. Sweet Lady, is this your daughter? Ask that now? I was her mother, Sir. That may be too: what Gentleman is that? Sweet Sir, I am your humble servant likewise. You are too humble, Sir, to stoop so low, It would become my dutie. Sweet Sir, 'tis all one, A leg or an arme is not cast away Among friends, I am a Countrey Gentleman All the world knowes, sweet Sir, I ha no businesse In towne.