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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I have seen a miracle, hold thine own soldier, Sure they dare fight in fire that conquer women. Has beaten all my loose thoughts out of me, As if he had threshtum out o'th' husk. Save ye, which is the Lady of the house. That's she sir, that pretty Lady, If you would speak with her. Don Michael Leon, another darer come? Pray do not know me, I am full of business, When I have more time i'll be merry with ye, It is the woman, good madam tell me truly, Had you a maid called Estifania? Yes truly had I. Was she a maid do you think? I dare not swear for her, For she had but a scant fame. Was she your kinswoman? Not that I ever knew, now I look better I think you married her, give you much joy sir, You may reclaim her 'twas a wild young girl. Give me a halter, is not this house mine Madam. Was not she owner of it, pray speak truly. No, certainly, I am sure my money paid for it, And I ne'er remember yet I gave it you sir. The hangings and the plate too? All are mine sir, And every thing you see about the building, She only kept my house when I was absent, And so ill kept it, I was weary of her. What a Devil ails he? Is possessed i'll assure you. Where is your maid? Do not you know that have her? She is yours now, why should I look after her, Since that first hour I came I never saw her. I saw her later would the Devil had had her, It is all true I finde, a wild-fire take her Is thy wife with child Don Michael? thy excellent wife. Art thou a man yet. When shall we come and visit thee? And eat some rare fruit, thou hast admirable Orchards, You are so jealous now, pox a your jealousy, How scurvily you look. Pre thee leave fooling, I am in no humour now to fool and prattle, Did she ne'er play the wag with you. Yes many times, so often that I was ashamed to keep her, But I forgave her sir, in hope she would mend still, And had not you o'th' instant married her, I had put her off. I thank ye I am blessed still, Which way soe'er I turn I am a made man, Miserably gulled beyond recovery. You'll stay and dine. Certain I cannot Captain, Hark in thine ear, I am the arrant'st puppy, The miserablest Ass, but I must leave ye, I am in haste, in haste, bless ye good madam, And you prove as good as my wife. Will you come neer sir, will your grace but honour me, And taste our dinner, you are nobly welcome, All anger's past I hope, and I shall serve ye. Thou art the stock of men, and I admire thee.
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I have seen a miracle, hold thine own souldier, Sure they dare fight in fire that conquer women. Has beaten all my loose thoughts out of mee, As if he had threshum out o'th huske. Save ye, which is the Lady of the house. That's she sir, that pretty Lady, If you would speak with her. Don Michael Leon, another darer come? Pray doe not know mee, I am full of businesse, When I have more time ile be merry with ye, It is the woman, good Madame tell me truly, Had you a maid call'd Estifania? Yes truly had I. Was she a maid doe you think? I dare not sweare for her, For she had but a scant fame. Was she your kinse-woman? Not that I ever knew, now I look better I think you married her, give you much joy sir, You may reclaime her 'twas a wild young girle. Give me a halter, is not this house mine Madame Was not she owner of it, pray speak truly. No, certainly, I am sure my mony paid for it, And I nere remember yet I gave it you sir. The hangings and the plate too? All are mine sir, And every thing you see about the building, She only kept my house when I was absent, And so ill kept it, I was weary of her. What a Divell ailes hee? Is possest ile assure you. Where is your maide? Doe not you know that have her? She is yours now, why should I look after hir, Since that first hower I came I never saw her. I saw her later would the Divell had had her, It is all true I finde, a wild-fire take her Is thy wife with child Don Michaell? thy excellent wife. Art thou a man yet. When shall we come and visit thee? And eate some rare fruit, thou ast admirable Orchards, You are so jealous now, pox a your jealousy, How scurvily you look. Pre thee leave fooling, I am in no humor now to foole and prattle, Did she nere play the wagge with you. Yes many times, so often that I was asham'd to keep her, But I forgave her sir, in hope she would mend still, And had not you o'th instant married her, I had put her off. I thank ye I am blest still, Which way so ere I turne I am a made man, Miserably gull'd beyond recovery. Youl stay and dine. Certaine I cannot Captaine, Hark in thine eare, I am the arant'st puppy, The miserablest Asse, but I must leave ye, I am in hast, in hast, blesse ye good madame, And you prove as good as my wife. Will you come neer sir, will your grace but honour me, And tast our dinner, you are nobly welcome, All angers past I hope, and I shall serve yee. Thou art the stock of men, and I admire thee.