Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I'll go to a conjurer but i'll find this polecat, This pilfering whore, a plague of veils I cry, And covers for the impudence of women, Their sanctity in show will deceive Devils, It is my evil Angel let me bless me. 'tis he, I am caught, I must stand to it stoutly, And show no shake of fear, I see he is angry, Vexed at the uttermost. My worthy wife, I have been looking of your modesty, All the town over. My most noble husband, I am glad I have found ye, for in truth I am weary, Weary and lame with looking out your Lordship. I have been in bawdy houses. I believe ye, and very lately too. Pray ye pardon me, To seek your Ladyship, I have been in cellars, In private cellars, where the thirsty bawds Hear your confessions; I have been at plays, To look you out amongst the youthful actors, At Puppet shows, you are Mistress of the motions; At gosshippings I hearkened after ye, But amongst those confusions of lewd tongues There's no distinguishing beyond a Babel. I was amongst the Nuns because you sing well, But they say yours are bawdy songs, they mourn for ye, And last I went to Church to seek you out, 'tis so long since you were there, they have forgot ye. You have had a pretty progress, i'll tell mine now To look you out, I went to twenty Taverns. And are you sober? Yes, I reel not yet sir, Where I saw twenty drunk most of 'em soldiers, There I had great hope to find you disguised too. From hence toth' dicing house, there I found Quarrels needless, and senseless, swords, and pots, and candlesticks, Tables, and stools, and all in one confusion, And no man knew his friend, I left this Chaos, And to the Chirurgeons went, he willed me stay, For says he learnedly, if he be tippled, Twenty to one he whores, and then I bear of him. If he be mad, he quarrels, then he comes too, I sought ye where no safe thing would have ventured Amongst diseases, base, and vild, vild women, For I remembered your old Roman axiom, The more the danger, still the more the honour. Last to your Confessor I came, who told me You were too proud to pray, and here I have found ye. She bears up bravely and the rogue is witty, But I shall dash it instantly to nothing, Here leave we off our wanton languages, And now conclude we in a sharper tongue. Why am I cozened, Why am I abused. Thou most vild, base, abominable. Captain. Thou stinking overstewd, poor, pocky Captain. Do you Echo me? Yes Sir, and go before ye, And round about ye, why do you rail at me For that, that was your own sin, your own knavery. And brave me too. You had best now draw your sword Captain, Draw it upon a woman, do brave Captain, Upon your wife, oh most renowned Captain.
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Ile goe to a conjurer but ile find this pol-cat, This pilfring whore, a plague of vayles I cry, And covers for the impudence of women, Their sanctity in show will deceive Divells, It is my evill Angell let me blesse mee. Tis he, I am caught, I must stand to it stoutly, And show no shake of feare, I see he is angry, Vext at the uttermost. My worthy wife, I have been looking of your modesty, All the towne over. My most noble husband, I am glad I have found ye, for in truth I am weary, Weary and lame with looking out your Lordship. I have been in bawdy howses. I beleeve ye, and very lately too. Pray ye pardon mee, To seek your Ladiship, I have been in cellrs, In private cellers, where the thirsty bawds Heare your confessions; I have been at plaies, To look you out amongst the youthfull actors, At Puppet shewes, you are Mistris of the motions; At gosshippings I hearkned after ye, But amongst those confusions of lewd tongues There's no distinguishing beyond a Babell. I was amongst the Nuns because you sing well, But they say yours are bawdy songs, they mourn for ye, And last I went to Church to seek you out, Tis so loug since you were there, they have forgot ye. You have had a pretty progresse, ile tell mine now To look you out, I went to twenty Taverns. And are you sober? Yes, I reele not yet sir, Where I saw twenty drunk most of em souldiers, There I had great hope to finde you disguisd too. From hence to'th dicing house, there I found Quarrels needlesse, and senselesse, swords, and pots, and candlesticks, Tables, and stooles, and all in one confusion, And no man knew his friend, I left this Chaos, And to the Chyrurgions went, he wild me stay, For saies he learnedly, if he be tipled, Twenty to one he whores, and then I beare of him. If he be mad, he quarrels, then he comes oo, I sought ye where no safe thing would have ventred Amongst diseases, base, and vild, vild women, For I remembred your old Roman axiom, The more the danger, still the more the honour. Last to your Confessor I came, who told me Yo were too proud to pray, and here I have found ye. She beares up bravely and the rogue is witty, But I shall dash it instantly to nothing, Here leave we off our wanton languages, And now conclude we in a sharper tongue. Why am I cozend, Why am I abused. Thou most vild, base, abominable. Captaine. Thou stinking overstewd, poore, poky Captaine. Doe you Eccho me? Yes Sir, and goe before ye, And round about ye, why doe you rayle at me For that, that was your own sin, your own knavery. And brave me too. You had best now draw your sword Captaine, Draw it upon a woman, doe brave Captaine, Vpon your wife, oh most renowned Captaine.