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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
No, no, they shall have all, And take their pleasure too, 'tis for our advantage, Why, what's four days, had you a sister sir, A Niece or Mistress that required this courtesy, And should I make a scruple to do you good? If easily it would come back. I swear Sir, As easily as it came on, is't not pity To let such a Gentlewoman for a little help, You give away no house. Clear but that question. I'll put the writings into your hand. Well then. And you shall keep them safe. I am satisfied; wood I had the wench so too. When she has married him, So infinite his love is linked unto her, You, ay, or any one that helps at this pinch May have heaven knows what. I'll remove the goods straight, And take some poor house by, 'tis but for four days. I have a poor old friend; there we'll be. 'tis well then. Go handsome off, and leave the house clear. Well. That little stuff we'll use shall follow after; And a boy to guide ye, peace and we are made both. Come, let's go in, are all the rooms kept sweet wench. They are sweet and neat. Why where's your husband? Gone Madam. When you come to your own he must give place Lady. Well, send you joy, you would not let me know't, Yet I shall not forget ye. Thank your Ladyship. Are you at ease now, is your heart at rest, Now you have got a shadow, an umbrella To keep the scorching world's opinion From your fair credit. I am at peace Altea. If he continue but the same he shows, And be a master of that ignorance He outwardly professes, I am happy, The pleasure I shall live in and the freedom Without the squint-eye of the law upon me, Or prating liberty of tongues, that envy. You are a made woman. But if he should prove now A crafty and dissembling kind of husband, One read in knavery, and brought up in the art Of villainy concealed. My life, an Innocent. That's it I aim at, That's it I hope too, then I am sure I rule him, For Innocents are like obedient children Brought up under a hard mother in law, a cruel, Who being not used to breakfasts & collations, When they have course bread offered 'em, are thankful, And take it for a favour too, are the rooms Made ready to entertain my friends, I long to dance now And to be wanton; let me have a song, is the great couch up, The Duke of Medina sent? 'tis up and ready. And day beds in all chambers? In all Lady, Your house is nothing now but various pleasures The Gallants begin to gaze too. Let 'em gaze on, I was brought up a Courtier, high and happy, And company is my delight, and courtship, And handsome servants at my will, where's my good husband, Where does he wait?
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No, no, they shall have all, And take their pleasure too, tis or our 'vantage, Why, whats foure daies, had you a sister sir, A Neece or Mistris that required this curtesie, And should I make a cruple to doe you good? If easily it would come back. I sweare Sir, As easily as it came on, ist not pitty To let such a Gentlewoman for a little help, You give away no house. Cleere but that question. Ile put the writings into your hand. Well then. And you shall keep them safe. I am satisfied; wood I had the wench so too When she has marred him, So infinite his love is linckt unto hir, You, I, or any one that helps at this pinch May have heaven knowes what. Ile remove the goods streight, And take some poore house by, tis but for foure daies. I have a poore old friend; there weele be. Tis well then. Goe handsome off, and leave the house cleere. Well. That litle stuffe weele use shall follow after; And a boy to guide ye, peace and we are made both. Come, let's goe in, are all the roomes kept sweet wench. They are sweet and neat. Why where's your husband? Gone Madam. When you come to your own he must give place Lady. Well, send you joy, you would not let me knowt, Yet I shall not forget ye. Thank your Ladyship. Are you at ease now, is your heart at rest, Now you have got a shadow, an umbrella To keep the scorching worlds opinion From your faire credit. I am at peace Altea. If he continue but the same he shewes, And be a master of that ignorance He outwardly professes, I am happy, The pleasure I shall live in and the freedome Without the squint-eye of the law upon me, Or prating liberty of tongues, that envy. You are a made woman. But if he should prove now A crafty and dissembling kind of husband, One read in knavery, and brought up in the art Of villany conceal'd. My life, an Innocent. That's it I ayme at, That's it I hope too, then I am sure I rule him, For Innocents are like obedient children Brought up under a hard mother in law, a cruel, Who being not us'd to break-fasts & collations, When they have course bread offerd um, are thankfull, And take it for a favour too, are the roomes Made ready to entertaine my friends, I long to dance now And to be wanton; let me have a song, is the great couch up, The Duke of Medina sent? Tis up and ready. And day beds in all chambers? In all Lady, Your house is nothing now but various pleasures The Gallants begin to gaze too. Let um gaze on, I was brought up a Courtier, high and happy, And company is my delight, and courtship, And hansome servants at my wil, where's my good husband Where does he wait?