Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Rees is better preak Rees his pate: here Rees carry her home. Would I were at gallows, so I were not here: Do and her tore, do and her tore, see you now, what shall her do with wands? peat Gwenthyan? podie and mag Gwenthyan put her finger in me hole: ha, by God by God, is scratch her eyes out that judge her, that tawg to her, that loog on her, mark you that Sir Owen? Yes, her mark her, Rees pray mark her Lady? Not I sir she'll set her marks on me then. Is prade? is prade? go too Rees, I'll Rees her, you tawg you. Pray Gwenthyan be patient, as her cousin Grissel is. Grissel owe? owe? Grissel? no, no, no, no. her shall not mag Gwenthian such ninny pobbie fool as Grissel, I say preage her wands. cod's plude is pought her to peat dust out of her cloag and parrels. Peate her cloag and parrels? fie, fie, fie, 'tis lie Sir Owen 'tis lie. Your worship may stab her, she gives you the lie. Peace Rees, go to, I pought them indeed to mag her horse run and go a mighty teale of pace, pray let Rees tag her in good Gwenthian? Rees bear in her wands because Sir Owen beg so gently. Go Rees, go lock them up in a pox or shest, go. You shall not need to bid me go, for I'll run. I pought them for her horse indeed, for here was her cousin marquis and prought her ponds and scribblings here for her money: Gwenthyan pray keep her ponds and keep her wisely: Sirrah Gwenthyan is tell her praue news, Grissel is prought to bed of liddle shentleman and gentlewoman: (is glad out a cry speag her fair) yes truly Grissel is prought a-bed. Grissel's no podie but Grissel's? what care I for Grissel: I say if Sir Owen love Gwenthyan, shall not love Grissel nor marquess so, see you now? God udge me, not love her cozen? is shealous? owe is fine trig, not love her cozen? God udge me her will, and hang herself, see you now? Hang herself, owe, owe, owe, Gwenthyan's other husband is scawrne to say hang herself: hang herself? owe owe, owe owe. God's plude, what cannot get by prawles, is get by owe, owe owe, is terrible Lady, pray be peace, and cry no more owe, owe, owe, Tawsone Gwenthyan's, God udge me is very fury. O mon lago, mon due, hang Gwenthyan's? Adologo whee Gwenthyan bethogh, en Thonigh, en moyen due. Ne vetho en Thonigh, cna wathe gethla Tee, hang Gwenthyan's? Sir Owen shall say no more hang herself, be out a cry still and her shall pie her new card to ride in, & two new fine horses, and more plew coats and padges ta follow her heels, see you now?
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Rees is petter preake Rees his pate: heere Rees carry her home. Would I were at gallowes, so I were not heere: Doe and her tare, doe and her tare, see you now, what shall her doe with wands? peate Gwenthyan? podie and mag Gwenthyan put her finger in me hole: ha, by God by God, is scradge her eies out that judge her, that tawg to her, that loog on her, marg you that Sir Owen? Yes, her marg her, Rees pray marg her Ladie? Not I sir shee'll set her markes on me then. Is prade? is prade? goe too Rees, Ile Rees her, you tawg you. Pray Gwenthien bee patient, as her cozen Grissill is. Grissill owe? owe? Grissill? no, no, no, no. her shall not mag Gwenthian such ninny pobbie foole as Grissill, I say preage her wandes. Cods plude is pought her to peate dust out of her cloag and parrels. Peate her cloag and parrels? fie, fie, fie, tis lye Sir Owen tis lye. Your worship may stab her, she giues you the lye. Peace Rees, goe to, I pought them indeede to mag her horse run and goe a mightie teale of pace, pray let Rees tag her in good Gwenthian? Rees beare in her wandes because Sir Owen beg so gently. Goe Rees, goe locke them vp in a pox or shest, goe. You shal not need to bid me goe, for Ile run. I pought them for her horse indeede, for heere was her cozen Marquesse and prought her pondes and scriblings heere for her money: Gwenthyan pray keepe her pondes and keep her wisely: Sirra Gwenthyan is tell her praue newes, Grissill is prought to bed of liddle shentleman and shentlewoman: (is glad out a cry speag her faire) yes truely Grissill is prought a bed. Grissils no podie but Grissils? what care I for Grissill: I say if Sir Owen loue Gwenthyan, shal not loue Grissill nor Marquesse so, see you now? God vdge me, not loue her cozen? is shealous? owe is fine trig, not loue her cozen? God vdge me her wil, and hang her selfe, see you now? Hang her selfe, owe, owe, owe, Gwenthyans tother husband is scawrne to say hang her selfe: hang her selfe? owe owe, owe owe. Gods plude, what cannot get by prawles, is get by owe, owe owe, is terrible Ladie, pray be peace, and cry no more owe, owe, owe, Tawsone Gwenthyans, God vdge me is very furie. O mon lago, mon due, hang Gwenthyans? Adologo whee Gwenthyan bethogh, en Thonigh, en moyen due. Ne vetho en Thonigh, cna wathe gethla Tee, hang Gwenthyans? Sir Owen shall say no more hang her selfe, be out a cry still and her shall pye her new card to ride in, & two new fine horses, and more plew coates and padges ta follow her heeles, see you now?