Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I shall leave ye Till then, and pray all may go sweetly with ye. Why where's this girl, whose's at the door. Who knocks there? Is't for the king ye come, you knock so boisterously? Look to the door. My Lady, as I live Mistress, my lady's come, she's at the door, I peeped through, & I saw her, And a stately company of Ladies with her. This was a week too soon, but I must meet with her, And set a new wheel going, and a subtle one, Must blind this mighty Mars, or I am ruined. What are they at door? Such my Michael As you may bless the day they entered here, Such for our good. 'tis well. Nay, 'twill be better If you will let me but dispose the business, And be a stranger to it, and not disturb me, What have I now to do but to advance your fortune. Do, I dare trust thee, I am ashamed I am angry, I find thee a wise young wife. I'll wise your worship Before I leave ye, pray ye walk by and say nothing, Only salute him, and leave the rest to me Sir, I was borne to make ye a man. The rogue speaks heartily, Her good will colours in her cheeks, I am borne to love her. I must be gentler to these tender natures, A soldiers rude harsh words befit not Ladies, Nor must we talk to them as we talk to Our Officers, i'll give her way, for 'tis for me she Works now, I am husband, heir, and all she has. Who are these, what flaunting things, a woman Of rare presence, excellent fair, this is too big For a bawdy house, too open seated too. My husband Lady. You have gained a proper man. whate'er I am, I am your servant Lady. Sir, be ruled now, And I shall make ye rich, this is my cousin, That Gentleman dotes on her, even to death, see how he observes her. She is a goodly woman. She is a mirror, But she is poor, she were for a PRINCE's side else, This house she has brought him too as to her own, And presuming upon me, and upon my courtesy, Conceive me short, he knows not but she is wealthy, Or if she did know otherwise, 'twere all one, He is so far gone. Forward, she has a rare face. This we must carry with discretion husband, And yield unto her for four days. Yield our house up, our goods and wealth. All this is but in seeming To milk the lover on, do you see this writing, 200 a year when they are married, Has she sealed too for our good; the time's unfit now, I'll show it you tomorrow. All the house. All, all, and we'll remove too, to confirm him. They'll into th' country suddenly again After they are matched, and then she'll open to him. The whole possession wife, look what you do, A part o'th' house.
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I shall leave ye Till then, and pray all may goe sweetly with ye. Why where's this girle, whose at the doore. Who knocks there? Is't for the king ye come, you knock so boisterously? Look to the doore. My Lady, as I live Mistris, my Ladie's come, Shee's at the doore, I peept through, & I saw her, And a stately company of Ladies with her. This was a week too soon, but I must meet with her, And set a new wheele going, and a subtile one, Must blind this mighty Mars, or I am ruin'd. What are they at doore? Such my Michael As you may blese the day they enter'd here, Such for our good. Tis well. Nay, 'twill be better If you will let me but dispose the businesse, And be a stranger to it, and not disturb me, What have I now to doe but to advance your fortune. Doe, I dare trust thee, I am asham'd I am angry, I finde thee a wise young wife. Ile wise your worship Before I leave ye, pray ye walk by and say nothing, Only salute him, and leave the rest to me Sir, I was borne to make ye a man. The rogue speaks heartily, Her good will colours in her cheeks, I am borne to love her. I must be gentler to these tender natures, A souldiers rude harsh words befit not Ladies, Nor must we talke to them as we talk to Our Officers, ile give her way, for tis for me she Works now, I am husband, heire, and all she has. Who are these, what lanting things, a woman Of rare presence, excellent faire, this is too big For a bawdy house, too open seated too. My husband Lady. You have gain'd a proper man. What ere I am, I am your servant Lady. Sir, be rul'd now, And I shall make ye rich, this is my cozen, That Gentleman dotes on her, even to death, see how he observes her. She is a goodly woman. She is a mirrour, But she is poore, she were for a Princes side else, This house she has brought him too as to hir own, And presuming upon me, and upon my curtesie, Conceive me short, he knowes not but she is wealthy, Or if she did know otherwise, 'twere all one, He is so far gone. Forward, she has a rare face. This we must carry with discretion husband, And yeeld unto her for foure daies. Yeeld our house up, our goods and wealth. All this is but in seeming To milke the lover on, doe you see this writing, 200 a yeare when they are married, Has she sealed too for our good; the time's unfit now, Ile shew it you to morrow. All the house. All, all, and weele remove too, to confirme him. They'le into 'th country suddenly agen After they are matcht, and then sheele open to him. The whole possession wife, look what you doe, A part o'th house.