Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 489 words
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No nor I neither, le be at your elbow. And I but fist him once, and a come but within my view. I am undone by his going, I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score, good master Phang hold him sure, good master Snare let him not scape, a comes continually to Pie corner (saving your manhoods) to buy a saddle, and he is indicted to dinner to the Lubbers head in Lumbert street to master Smooths the silk man, I pray you since my exion is entered, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer, a hundred mark is a long one, for a poor lone woman to bear and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and have been fobbed off, and fobbed off, and fobbed off from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on, there is no honesty in such dealing, unless a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knaves wrong: yonder he comes, and that arrant malmsie-nose knave Bardolfe with him, do your offices do your offices master Phang, & master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices. How now, whose mare's dead? what's the matter? I arrest you at the suit of mistress, quickly. Away varlets, draw Bardolfe, cut me off the villains head, throw the quean in the channel. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee in the channel, wilt thou, wilt thou, thou bastardly rogue, murder murder, a thou honisuckle villain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the Kings? a thou honiseed rogue, thou art a honiseed, a man queller, and a woman queller. Keep them off Bardolfe. A rescue, a rescue. Good people bring a rescue or two, thou wots, wots thou, thou wots, wots ta, do do thou rogue, do thou hempseed. Away you scullion, you rampallian, you fustilarian, i'll tickle your catastrophe. What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho. Good my lord be good to me, I beseech you stand to me. How now sir Iohn, what are you brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and business? You should have been well on your way to York: Stand from him fellow wherefore hangest thou upon him. O my most worshipful Lord, and't please your grace I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit. For what sum? It is more than for some my Lord, it is for all I have, he hath eaten me out of house and home, he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his, but I will have some of it out again, or I will ride thee a nights like the mare. I think I am as like to ride the mare if I have any vantage of ground to get up.
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No nor I neither, le be at your elbow. And I but fist him once, and a come but within my view. I am vndone by his going, I warrant you, hees an infinitiue thing vppon my score, good maister Phang holde him sure, good master Snare let him not scape, a comes continually to Pie corner (sauing your manhoods) to buy a saddle, and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbers head in Lumbert streete to master Smooths the silk man, I pray you since my exion is entred, and my case so openly knowne to the worlde, let him be brought in to his answer, a hundred marke is a long one, for a poore lone woman to beare and I haue borne, and borne, and borne, and haue bin fubd off, and fubd off, and fubd off from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on, there is no honesty in such dealing, vnlesse a woman should be made an asse, and a beast, to beare euery knaues wrong: yonder he comes, and that arrant malmsie-nose knaue Bardolfe with him, do your offices do your offices master Phāg, & master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices. How now, whose mare's dead? whats the matter? I arrest you at the sute of mistris, quickly. Away varlets, draw Bardolfe, cut me off the villaines head, throw the queane in the channell. Throw me in the channell? Ile throw thee in the channel, wilt thou, wilt thou, thou bastardly rogue, murder murder, a thou honisuckle villaine, wilt thou kill Gods officers and the Kings? a thou honiseed rogue, thou art a honiseed, a man queller, and a woman queller. Keepe them off Bardolfe. A reskew, a reskew. Good people bring a reskew or two, thou wot, wot thou, thou wot, wot ta, do do thou rogue, do thou hempseed. Away you scullian, you rampallian, you fustilarian, ile tickle your catastrophe. What is the matter? keepe the peace here, ho. Good my lord be good to me, I beseech you stand to me. How now sir Iohn, what are you brawling here? Doth this become your place, your time, and businesse? You should haue bin well on your way to Yorke: Stand from him fellow wherefore hang'st thou vpon him. O my most worshipful Lord, and't please your grace I am a poore widdow of Eastheape, and he is arrested at my sute. For what summe? It is more then for some my Lord, it is for al I haue, he hath eaten me out of house and home, he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his, but I will haue some of it out againe, or I wil ride thee a nights like the mare. I think I am as like to ride the mare if I haue any vantage of ground to get vp.