Whetstone, George · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [1576-1579] (Annals) comedy · Unacted T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.76 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
As jump as Apes, in view of Nuts to dance, kit will to kind, of custom, or by chance: Well, how so you stand upon this holy point, For the thing you know, you will jeopard a joint. Admit I would, my hazard were in vain. Perhaps I know, to turn the same to gain. Thou comforts me, good Rosko, tell me how? You will be honest, 'tis syn to hinder you. I did but jest, good sweet servant tell me. Sweet servant now, and late, pack sir, Good bye ye. Tush, to try thy unwillingness. I did but jest. And I do but try, how long you would be honest. I thought thy talk was too sweet to be true. Yea, but meant yond, to bid honesty adieu? Not, I did so long since, but enforced by need, To bid him welcome home again, I was decreed. Very good, Mistress, I know your mind, And for your ease, this remedy I find: Prying abroad, for play fellows and such, For you Mistress, I heard of one Phallax, A man esteemed, of Promos very much: Of whose Nature, I was so bold to axe. And I smealt, he loved lace mutton well. And what of this? Mary of this, if you the way can tell To toll him home, he of you will be fain: Whose countenance, will so excuse your faults. As none for life, dare of your life complain. A good device, God grant us good success: But I pray thee, what trade doth he profess? He is a paltry pettifogger. All the better, suspicion will be the less. Well, go thy ways, and if thou him espy, Tell him from me, that I a cause or two. Would put to him, at leisure willingly. Her case is so common, that small pleading will serve, I go (nay run) your commandment to observe. Ay me alas, less Phallax help, poor wench undone I am: My foes now in the wind, will lie to work my open shame: Now envious eyes will pry abroad, offenders to entrap, Of force now Lamia, must be chaste, to shun a more mishap. And wanton girl, how wilt thou shifted, for garments fine and gay? For dainty fare, can crusts content? who shall thy houserent pay? And that delights thee most of all, thou must thy dalliance leave? And can then the force of law, or death, thy mind of love bereave? In good faith, no: the wight that once, hath taste the fruits of love, Until her dying day will long, Sir Chaucer's jests to prove. Forsooth Mistress your thrall stays for you at home, Were you borne in a mill, curtole? you prate so high: The gentleman, that came the last day with Captain Prie: What young Hippolito? Even he. Lest he be gone, home high: And will Dalia pop him in the neither room, And keep the falling door close till I come And tell my thrall his fortune will not stay?
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As iumpe as Apes, in vewe of Nuttes to daunce, Kytte wyll to kinde, of cuſtome, or by chaunce: Well, howe ſo you ſtande vpon this holy poynt, For the thing you knowe, you wyll ieobarde a ioynt. Admitte I woulde, my hazarde were in vaine. Perhappes I know, to turne the ſame to gaine. Thou comforts mée, good Rosko, tell mée howe? You wyl be honeſt, 'twere fyn to hinder you. I dyd but ieaſt, good ſwéete ſeruaunt tell mée. Swéete ſeruaunt now, and late, pack ſyr, god bwy ye. Tuſh, to trye thy vnwillingneſſe. I dyd but ieaſt. And I doo but trye, how long you woulde be honeſt. I thought thy talke was too ſweete to be true. Yea, but meant yon, to byd honeſtie adue? No, I dyd ſo long ſince, but inforſte by neede, To byd him welcome home againe, I was decréede. Verie good, Miſtreſſe, I know your minde, And for your eaſe, this remedie I finde: Prying abroade, for playe fellowes and ſuch, For you Miſtreſſe, I hearde of one Phallax, A man eſtéemde, of Promos verie much: Of whoſe Nature, I was ſo bolde to axe. And I ſmealt, he lou'd laſe mutton well. And what of this? Marry of this, if you the waye can tell To towle him home, he of you wyll be fayne: Whoſe countenaunce, wyll ſo excuſe your faultes. As none for life, dare of your lyfe complaine. A good deuice, God graunt vs good ſucceſſe: But I praye thee, what trade doth he profeſſe? He is a paltrie petyfogger. All the better, ſuſpition wyll be the leſſe. Well, go thy wayes, and if thou him eſpye, Tell him from mee, that I a cauſe or two. Woulde put to him, at leyſure wyllinglie. Hir caſe is ſo common, that ſmal pleading wyl ſerue, I go (nay ronne) your commaundement to obſerue. Aye me alas, leſſe Phallax helpe, poore wench vndone I am: My foes nowe in the winde, wyll lye to worke my open ſhame: Now enuious eyes will prie abroade, offenders to intrap, Of force now Lamia, muſt be chaſte, to ſhun a more miſhap. And wanton girle, how wilt thou ſhift, for garments fine and gay? For dainty fare, can cruſts cōtent? who ſhal thy houſerent pay? And that delights thee moſt of all, thou muſt thy daliaunce leaue? And can then the force of lawe, or death, thy minde of loue bereaue? In good faith, no: the wight that once, hath taſt the fruits of loue, Vntill hir dying daye will long, Sir Chaucers ieſts to proue. Forſooth Miſtris your thraule ſtayes for you at home, Were you borne in a myll, curtole? you prate ſo hye: The gentelman, that came the laſt day with Captain Prie: What young Hipolito? Euen he. Leaſt he be gone, home hye: And will Dalia pop him in the neather roome, And kéepe the falling doore cloſe tyll I come And tell my thraule his fortune wyll not ſtaye?