How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad · chunk 9 of 43
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 [c.1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Fathers farewell, spend not a tear for me: But for my husband's sake let these woes be. For when I weep, 'tis not for my own care, But fear least folly bring him to despair. Sweet Saint continue still this patience, For time will bring him to true penitence. Mirror of virtue, thanks for my good cheer, A thousand thanks. It is so much too dear, But you are welcome for my husband's sake, His guests shall have best welcome I can make. Then marriage, nothing in the world more common, Nothing more rare than such a virtuous woman. My husband in this humour, well I know Plays but the unthrift, therefore it behoves me To be the better housewife here at home, To save and get, whilst he doth laugh and spend: Though for himself he riots it anlarge, My needle shall defray my households charge. Now M. Anselm to her, step not back, busy yourself, see where she sits at work: Be not afraid man, she's but a woman, And women, the most Cowards seldom fear: Think but upon my former principles, And twenty pound to a dream you speed. ay, say you so? Beware of blushing sirrah, Of fear and too much eloquence: Rail on her husband his misusing her, And make that serve thee as an argument, That she may sooner yield to do him wrong: Were it my case, my Love and I to plead, I have't at singer's ends, who could miss the clout Having so fair a white, such steady aim, This is the upshot, now bid for the game. Fair Mistress God save you. What a circumstance doth he begin with, what an Ass is he To tell her at the first that she was fair? The only means to make her to be coy: He should have rather told her she was foul, And brought her out of love quite with herself: And being so, she would the less have cared Upon whose secrets she had laid her love: He hath almost marred all with that word fair. Mistress God save you. What a block is that To say God save you, is the fellow mad, Once to name God in his ungodly suit? You are welcome sir. Come you to speak with me, Or with my husband, pray you what's your will? She answers to the purpose, what's your will? O 'zounds that I were there to answer her. Mistress my will is not so soon expressed, Without your special favour, and the promise of love and pardon if I speak amiss. O Ass, o Duns, o blockhead that hath left The plain broad high way, and the readiest path To travel round about by circumstance: He might have told his meaning in a word, And now hath lost his opportunity: Never was such a truant in loves school, I am ashamed that ere I was his Tutor.
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Fathers farewell, spend not a teare for me: But for my husbands sake let these woes be. For when I weep, tis not for my owne care, But feare least folly bring him to dispaire. Sweet Saint continue still this patience, For time will bring him to true penitence. Mirror of vertue, thankes for my good cheere, A thousand thankes. It is so much too deere, But you are welcome for my husbands sake, His guests shall haue best welcome I can make. Then mariage, nothing in the world more common, Nothing more rare then such a vertuous woman. My husband in this humor, well I know Plaies but the vnthrift, therefore it behoues me To be the better huswife here at home, To saue and get, whilst he doth laugh and spend: Though for himselfe he rios it anlarge, My needle shall defray my housholds charge. Now M. Anselme to her, step not backe, Buslle your selfe, see where she sits at worke: Be not afraid man, shee's but a woman, And wemen, the most Cowards sildome feare: Thinke but vpon my former principles, And twentie pound to a dreame you speed. I, say you so? Beware of blushing sirra, Offeare and too much eloquence: Raile on her husband his misvsing her, And make that serue thee as an argument, That she may sooner yeeld to do him wrong: Were it my case, my Loue and I to plead, I hau't at singers ends, who could misse the clout Hauing so faire a white, such steddy aime, This is the vpshot, now bid for the game. Faire Mistris God saue you. What a circustance doth he begin with, what an Asse is he To tell her at the first that she was faire? The only meanes to make her to be coy: He should haue rather told her she was fowle, And brought her out of loue quite with her selfe: And being so, she would the lesse haue car'd Vpon whose secrets she had laid her loue: He hath almost mard all with that word faire. Mistris God saue you. What a block is that To say God saue you, is the fellow mad, Once to name God in his vngodly sute? You are welcome sir. Come you to speak with me, Or with my husband, pray you whats your will? She answeres to the purpose, whats your will? O zoanes that I were there to answere her. Mistris my will is not so soone exprest, Without your speciall fauour, and the promise Ofloue and pardon if I speake amisse. O Asse, ô Duns, ô blockhead that hath left The plaine broad hie way, and the readiest path To trauell round about by circumstance: He might haue told his meaning in a word, And now hath lost his opportunitie: Neuer was such a trewant in Loues schoole, I am asham'd that ere I was his Tutor.