Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 493 words
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Pay me the twenty pound then, that I lent you, Or give me security, when I may have it. I'll pay thee not a penny, and for security, i'll give thee none, Minckins look you do not follow me, look you do not: If you do beggar, I shall slit your nose. Alas what shall I do? Why turn whore, that's a good trade, And so perhaps i'll see thee now and then. Alas the day that ever I was borne. Sweet mistress do not weep, i'll stick to you. Alas my friend, I know not what to do, My father and my friends, they have despised me: And I a wretched maid, thus cast away, Knows neither where to go, nor what to say. It grieves me at the soul, to see her tears Thus stain the crimson roses of her cheeks: Lady take comfort, do not mourn in vain, I have a little living in this town, The which I think comes to a hundred pound, All that and more shall be at your dispose, I'll strait go help you to some strange disguise, And place you in a service in this town: Where you shall know all, yet yourself unknown: Come grieve no more, where no help can be had, Weep not for him, that is more worse than bad. I thank you sir. Well, cha a been zerved many a sluttish trick, But such a lerripoop as thick ych was near a sarued. Son Civet, daughter Frances, bear with me, You see how I am pressed down with inward grief, About that luckless girl, your sister Luce: But 'tis fallen out with me, as with many families beside, They are most unhappy, that are most beloved. Father 'tis so, 'tis even fallen out so, But what remedy, set hand to your heart, and let it pass: Here is your daughter Frances and I, and we'll not say, we'll bring forth as witty children, but as pretty Children as ever she was: though she had the prick And praise for a pretty wench: But father, done is The mouse, you'll come? I son Civet, i'll come. And you master Oliver? ay, for che a vexed out this veast, Chill see if again Make a better veast there. And you sir Arthur? I sir, although my heart be full, I'll be a partner at your wedding feast. And welcome all indeed, and welcome, come Frank are you ready? Ieshue how hasty these husbands are, I pray father, Pray to God to bless me. God bless thee, and I do: God make thee wise, Send you both joy, I wish it with wet eyes. But Father, shall not my sister Delia go along with us? She is excellent good at cookery and such things. Yes mary shall she: Delia, make you ready. I am ready sir, I will first go to Greenwich, From thence to my cousen Chesterfield's, and so to London.
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Pay me the twentie pound then, that I lent you, Or giue me securitie, when I may haue it. Ile pay thee not a penny, and for securitie, ile giue thee none, Minckins looke you doe not follow me, looke you doe not: If you doe begger, I shall slit your nose. Alas what shall I doe? Why turne whore, thats a good trade, And so perhaps ile see thee now and then. Alas the day that euer I was borne. Sweete mistresse doe not weepe, ile sticke to you. Alas my friend, I know not what to do, My father and my friends, they haue despised me: And I a wretched maid, thus cast away, Knowes neither where to goe, nor what to say. It grieues me at the soule, to see her teares Thus staine the crimson roses of her cheekes: Lady take comfort, doe not mourne in vaine, I haue a little liuing in this towne, The which I thinke comes to a hundred pound, All that and more shall be at your dispose, Ile straite goe helpe you to some strange disguise, And place you in a seruice in this towne: Where you shal know all, yet your selfe vnknowne: Come greeue no more, where no helpe can be had, Weepe not for him, that is more worse then bad. I thanke you syr. Well, cha a bin zerued many a sluttish tricke, But such a lerripoope as thick ych was nere a sarued. Son Cinet, daughter Fcances, beare with me, You see how I am pressed downe with inward griefe, About that lucklesse gyrle, your sister Luce: But tis fallen out with me, as with many families beside, They are most vnhappie, that are most beloud. Father tis so, tis euen fallen out so, But what remedie, set hand to your heart, and let it passe: Here is your daughter Frances and I, and weele not say, Weele bring forth as wittie children, but as prettie Children as euer she was: tho she had the pricke And praise for a prettie wench: But father, done is The mouse, youle come? I sonne Ciuet, ile come. And you maister Oliuer? I, for che a vext out this veast, chill see if agan Make a better veast there. And you syr Arthur? I syr, although my heart b full, Ile be a partner at your wedding feast. And welcome all indeed, and welcome, come Francke are you readie? Ieshue how hastie these husbands are, I pray father, Pray to God to blesse me. God blesse thee, and I doe: God make thee wise, Send you both ioy, I wish it with wet eyes. But Fathr, shall not my sister Delia goe along with vs? She is excellent good at cookery and such things. Yes mary shall she: Delia, make you ready. I am ready syr, I will first goe to Greene-witch, From thence to my cousen Chesterfeelds, and so to London.