Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 25 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
umh! drowned? Noah's flood? ducked over head & ears? O sconce! & o sconce! an old soaker, oh I sweat now till I drop, what villains; oh? Punks, punkateeroes, nags, hags, I will ban, I have catched my bane. Who's there? A Waterman. Who rings that scolding peal? (by th'ounce I am wringing wet, I am washed; foh, here's Rose-water sold This sconce shall batter down those windows. Bounce: What do you mean? why do you beat our doors? What do you take us for? You're all damned whores. signor Curvetto? signor coxcomb, no; What makes you be so hot? You lie, I am cool, I am an old Courtier, but stinking fool, foh! God's my life what have you done? you are in a sweet pickle if you pulled at this rope: Hang thyself in't, and I'll pull once again. Mary Muff, will you up and ride, you're mine elder: by my pure Maidenhead here's a jest: why this was a waterwork to drown a Rat that uses to creep in at this window. Fire on your waterworks, catch a drowned Rat: That's me, I have it godamercy head, Rat? me; I smell a rat, I strike it dead. You smell a sodden sheep shed; a Rat? I a Rat, and you will not believe me marie foh; I have been believed of your betters, marry snick up. Simp, nay sweet Simp, open again, why Simperina? Go from my window go, go from, etc. away, go by old Ieronimo; nay and you shrink i'th' wetting, walk, walk, walk. I cry thee mercy, if the bowl were set, To drown a Rat; I shrink not am not wet. A Rat by this hemp, and you could ha' smelled; hark you, here's the bell, ting, ting, ting; would the clapper were in my belly, if I am not mad at your foppery; I could scratch, fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, (as my Mistress says) but go, high you home; shift you, come back presently; here you shall find a ladder of cords, climb up, I'll receive you, my Mistress lies alone, she's yours, away. O Simp! Nay scud, you know what you promised me: I shall have simple yawling for this, be gone and Mum. Thanks, mum dear girl; I am gone, 'twas for a Rat, A Rat upon my life; thou shalt have gifts, I love thee though thou puts me to my shifts: I know I could be overreached by none, A Paulons head, lie close, lie close, I am gone. Saint Iaques and the seven deadly sins (that is, the seven wise Masters of the world) pardon me for this night, I will kill the devil. Ha ha ha. Thou Prince of Blackamoors, thou shalt have small cause to laugh, if I run thee through: this chamber is haunted, would I had not been brought a-bed in it, or else were well delivered: for my heart tells me 'tis no good luck, to have any thing to do with the devil, he's a paltry merchant.
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Vmh! drown'd? Noahs floud? duckt ouer head & eares? O sconce! & ô sconce! an olde soaker, oh I sweate now till I drop, what villaines; oh? Punckes, punkateeroes, nags, hags, I will ban, I haue catcht my bane. Who's there? A Water-man. Who rings that scoulding peale? (by th'ounce I am wringing wet, I am washt; foh, heer's Rose-water sold This sconce shall batter downe those windowes. Bounce: What doe you meane? why doe you beate our doores? What doe you take vs for? Y'are all damn'd whoores. Signior Curuetto? Signior coxcombe, no; What makes you be so hot? You lye, I am coole, I am an olde Courtier, but stincking foole, foh! Gods my life what haue you done? you are in a sweet pickle if you pul'd at this rope: Hang thy selfe in't, and Ile pull once agen. Mary Muff, will you vp and ride, y'are mine elder: by my pure Maiden-head heer's a iest: why this was a water-worke to drowne a Ratte that vses to creepe in at this window. Fire on your Water-workes, catch a drown'd Rat: That's me, I haue it god-amercie head, Rat? me; I smell a rat, I strike it dead. You smell a sodden sheep shead; a Rat? I a Rat, and you will not beleeue me marie foh; I haue beene beleeu'd of your betters, marie snicke vp. Simp, nay sweet Simp, open agen, why Simperina? Goe from my window goe, goe from, &c. away, goe by olde Ieronimo; nay and you shrinke i'th wetting, walke, walke, walke. I crie thee mercie, if the bowle were set, To drowne a Rat; I shrinke not am not wet. A Rat by this hempe, and you could ha smelt; harke you, heer's the bell, ting, ting, ting; would the clapper were in my bellie, if I am not mad at your fopperie; I could scratch, fie, fie, fie, fie, fie, (as my Mistris saies) but goe, hye you home; shift you, come backe presentlie; heere you shall finde a ladder of cordes, climbe vp, Ile receiue you, my Mistris lyes alone, shee's yours, away. O Simp! Nay scud, you know what you promis'd me: I shall haue simple yawling for this, be gone and Mum. Thankes, mum deere girle; I am gone, twas for a Rat, A Rat vpon my life; thou shalt haue gifts, I loue thee tho thou puts me to my shiftes: I know I could be ouer-reacht by none, A Paulons head, lye close, lye close, I am gone. Saint Iaques and the seuen deadlie sinnes (that is, the seuen wise Masters of the world) pardon me for this night, I will kill the deuill. Ha ha ha. Thou Prince of Black-amoores, thou shalt haue small cause to laugh, if I run thee through: this chamber is haunted, would I had not beene brought a bed in it, or else were well deliuered: for my heart tels mee tis no good lucke, to haue any thing to doe with the deuill, hee's a paultry marchant.