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 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Nay pray ye come out, and let me understand ye, And tune your pipe a little higher Lady, I'll hold ye fast: rub, how came my trunks open, And my goods gone, what picklock spirit. Ha what would ye have? My goods again, how came my trunks all open. Are your trunks open? Yes and clothes gone, And chains, and jewels, how she smells like hung beef, The palsy and picklocks, fie how she belches, The spirit of garlic. Where's your gentlewoman? The young fair woman. What's that to my question, She is my wife: and gone about my business. Is she your wife sir. Yes sir, is that wonder; Is the name of wife unknown here. Is she truly, truly your wife. I think so for I married her, It was no vision sure. She has the keys sir, I know she has, but who has all my goods spirit. If you be married to that Gentlewoman, You are a wretched man, she has twenty husbands. She tells you true. And she has cozened all sir. The Devil she has, I had a fair house with her, That stands hard by, and furnished royally. You are cozened too, 'tis none of hers good gentleman, It is a lady's, what's the Lady's name wench. The Lady Margarita, she was her servant And kept the house, but going from her sir, For some lewd tricks she played. Plague a the Devil, Am I i'th' full Meridian of my wisdom Cheated by a stale quean, what kind of Lady Is that that owes the house? A young sweet Lady. Of a low stature? She is indeed but little, but she is wondrous fair. I feel I am cozened. Now I am sensible I am undone, This is the very woman sure, that cozen She told me would entreat but for four days, To make the house hers, I am entreated sweetly. When she went out this morning, that I saw Sir, She had two women at the door attending, And there she gave 'em things, and loaded 'em, But what they were, I heard your trunks to open, If they be yours. They were mine while they are laden, But now they have cast their calves, they are not worth Owning, was she her Mistress say you? Her own Mistress, her very Mistress, Sir, and all you saw About, and in that house was hers. No plate, no jewels, nor no hangings? Not a farthing, she is poor, sir, a poor shifting thing, No money? Abominable poor, as poor as we are, Money as rare to her unless she steal it. But for one civil gown her Lady gave her, She may go bare good Gentlewoman. I am mad now, I think I am as poor as she, I am wide else, One civil suit I have left too, and that's all, And if she steal that she must flay me for it, Where does she use? You may find truth as soon, Alas a thousand concealed corners sir, she lurks in, And here she gets a fleece, and there another, And lives in mists and smokes where none can find her.
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Nay pray ye come out, and let me understand ye, And tune your pipe a litle higher Lady, Ile hold ye fast: rub, how came my trunks open, And my goods gone, what picklock spirit. Ha what would ye have? My goods agen, how came my trunks all open. Are your trunks open? Yes and cloths gone, And chaines, and Iewels, how she smels like hung beee, The palsy and picklocks, fy how she belches, The spirit of garlick. Where's your gentlewoman? The young faire woman. What's that to my question, She is my wife: and gone about my businesse. Is she your wife sir. Yes sir, is that wonder; Is the name of wife unknown here. Is she truely, truely your wife. I think so for I married her, It was no vision sure. She has the keyes sir, I know she has, but who has all my goods spirit. If you be married to that Gentlewoman, You are a wretched man, she has twenty husbands. She tells you true. And she has cozend all sir. The Divell she has, I had a faire house with her, That stands hard by, and furnisht roially. You are cozend too, tis none of hirs good gentleman, It is a Ladies, what's the Ladies name wench. The Lady Margarita, she was her servant And kept the house, but going from her sir, For some lewd tricks she plaid. Plague a the Divell, Am I i'th full Meridian of my wisdome Cheated by a stale queane, what kinde of Lady Is that that owes the house? A young sweet Lady. Of a low stature? She is indeed but litle, but she is wondrous faire I feele I am cozend. Now I am sensible I am undone, This is the very woman sure, that cozen She told me would entreat but for foure daies, To make the house hirs, I am intreated sweetly. When she went out this morning, that I saw Sir, Shee had two women at the doore attending, And there she gave um things, and loaded um, But what they were, I heard your trunks to open, If they be yours. They were mine while they are laden, But now they have cast their calves, they are not worth Owning, was she hir Mistris say you? Her own Mistris, her very Mistris, Sir, and all you saw About, and in that house was hirs. No plate, no jewels, nor no hangings? Not a farthing, shee is poore, sir, a poore shifting thing, No money? Abominable poore, as poore as we are, Money as rare to her unlesse she steale it. But for one civill gowne hir Lady gave hir, Shee may goe bare good Gentlewoman. I am mad now, I think I am as poore as she, I am wide else, One civill sute I have left too, and that's all, And if she steale that she must flea me for it, Where does she use? You may finde truth as soone, Alas a thousand conceal'd corners sir, shee lurks in, And here she gets a fleece, and there another, And lives in mists and smoakes where none can finde her.