Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
No but I'd gladly know if a man might not have a foolish plot out of master Oliver to work upon. Work thy plots upon me, stand aside, work thy foolish plots upon me, Chil so use them, thou wert never so used since thy dame bound thy head, work upon me? Let him come, let him come. Zyrrha, zyrrha, if it were not vor shame, chee would a given thee zutch a whister poop under the ear, chee would a made thee a vanged another at my feet: stand aside let me lose, cham all of a ulaming firebrand; Stand aside. Well I forbear you for your friend's sake. Avig for all my vreens, dost thou tell me of my vreens? No more good master Oliver, no more sir Arthur, And maiden, here in the sight of all your suitors, every man of worth, I'll tell you whom I feignest would prefer to the hard bargain of your marriage bed: shall I be plain among you gentlemen? I sir 'tis best. Then sir, first to you, I do confess you a most gallant knight, a worthy soldier, and an honest man: but honesty maintains a french-hood, goes very seldom in a chain of gold, keeps a small train of servants: hath few friends: and for this wild oats here, young Flowerdale, I will not judge, God can work miracles, but he were better make a hundred new, then thee a thrifty and an honest one. Believe me he hath bit you there, he hath touched you to the quick, that hath he. Woodcock a my side, why master Weathercock you know I am honest, howsoever trifles. Now by my troth, I know no otherwise, O your old mother was a dame indeed: Heaven hath her soul, and my wives too I trust: And your good father, honest gentleman, He is gone a journey as I hear, far hence. I God be praised, he is far enough, He is gone a pilgrimage to Paradise. And left me to cut a caper against care, Luce look on me that am as light as air. i'faith I like not shadows, bubbles, broth, I hate a light a love, as I hate death. Girl hold thee there: look on this Devonshire lad: Fat, fair, and lovely, both in purse and person. Well sir, cham as the Lord hath made me, You know me well yvine, cha have threescore pack a kersey, and blackem hall, and chief credit beside, and my fortunes may be so good as another's, zoe it may. 'tis you I love, whatsoever others say? Thanks fairest. What wouldst thou have me quarrel with him? Do but say he shall hear from you. Yet gentleman, howsoever I prefer this Devonshire shuter, I'll enforce no love, my daughter shall have liberty to choose whom she likes best, in your love shute proceed: Not all of you, but only one must speed.
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No bur I de gladly know if a man might not haue a foolish plot out of maister Oliuer to worke vpon. Worke thy plots vpon me, stand a side, worke thy foolish plots vpon me, chil so vse the, thou weart neuer so vsed since thy dame bound thy head, worke vpon me? Let him come, let him come. Zyrrha, zyrrha, if it were not vor shame, chee would a giuen thee zutch a whister poope vnder the eare, chee would a made thee a vanged an other at my feete: stand a side let me loose, cham all of a vlaming fire-brand; Stand aside. Well I forbeare you for your friends sake. Avig for all my vreens, doest thou tell me of my vreens? No more good maister Oliuer, no more syr Arthur, And maiden, here in the sight of all your shuters, euery man of worth, Ile tell you whom I fainest would preferre to the hard bargine of your marriage bed: shall I be plaine among you gentlemen? I syr tis best. Then sy, first to you, I doe confesse you a most gallant knight, a worthy souldier, and an honest man: but honestie maintaines a french-hood, goes very seldome in a chain of gold, keepes a small traine of seruants: hath fewe friendes: and for this wilde oates here, young Flowerdale, I will not iudge, God can worke myracles, but hee were better make a hundred new, then thee a thrifty and an honest one. Beleeue me he hath byt you there, he hath touched you to the quicke, that hath he. Woodcocke a my side, why maister Weathercocke you know I am honest, howsoeuer triffles. Now by my troath, I knowe no otherwise, O your old mother was a dame indeed: Heauen hath her soule, and my wiues too I trust: And your good father, honest gentleman, He is gone a Iourney as I heare, far hence. I God be praised, he is far enough, He is gone a pylgrimage to Paradice. And left me to cut a caper against care, Luce looke on me that am as light as ayre. Y faith I like not shadowes, bubbles, broath, I hate a light a loue, as I hate death. Gyrle hold thee there: looke on this Deuen-shyre lad: Fat, faire, and louely, both in purse and person. Well syr, cham as the Lord hath made me, You know me well yuine, cha haue three-score packe a karsay, and blackem hal, and chiefe credit beside, and my fortunes may be so good as an others, zoe it may. Tis you I loue, whatsoeuer others say? Thanks fayrest. What wouldst thou haue me quarrell with him▪ Doe but say he shall heare from you. Yet gentleman, howsoeuer I preferre this Deuenshyre shuter, Ile enforce no loue, my daughter shall haue liberty to choose whom she likes best, in your loue shute proceed: Not all of you, but onely one must speed.