Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1606] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) 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.
Nay I was but in jest sir. I hope so, what would Gentlemen say of you? there goes a Gull that keeps his money, I would not have such a report go on you, for the World as long as you are in my company. Why man fortune altars in a Minute, I ha' known those have recovered so much in an hour, their purses were never sick after. Oh worse than consumption of the Liver! consumption of the patrimony. How now? mark their humours master Esay. Forgive me, my posterity, yet ungotten. That's a penitent maudlin Dicer. Few know the sweets that the plain life allows. wild son that surfeits of his father's brows. Laugh at him master Easy. Ha, ha ha. I'll be damned and these be not the bones of some quean that cozened me in her life, and now consumes me after her death. That's the true-wicked-blasphemous, and soul-shuddering Dicer, that will curse you all service time, & attribute his ill luck always to one Drab or other. Dick, Hell-gill: the happy News. I have her for you sir. Peace, what is she? Young, beautiful and plump.— a delicate piece of sin. Of what parentage? Oh a Gentlewoman of a great house. Fie, fie. she newly came out of a barn; yet too good for a tooth-drawer's son. Is she wife or maid? That which is daintiest, Maid I'd rather she'd been a wife. A wife sir, why? Oh Adultery is a great deal sweeter in my mind. Diseases gnaw thy bones. I think she has deserved to be a wife sir. That will move well. Her firstling shall be mine. Swine look but for the husks, the meat be thine. How now Boy? Master Quomodo takes your worship's greeting exceeding kindly, and in his commendations returns this answer, that your worship shall not be so apt to receive it, as he willing to lend it. Why, we thank him i'faith. Troth, and you ha' reason to thank him sir, 'twas a very friendly answer. Push, a Gentleman that keeps his days even here i'th' City (as I myself watch to do) shall have many of those answers in a twelvemonth, master Esay. I promise you sir I admire your carriage, and begin to hold a mor reverend respect of you. Not so I beseech you, I give my friends leave to be inward with me,— will you walk Gentlemen? we're for you. Present her with this jewel my first token. There are certain Countrymen without inquiring for master Rerage, and master Salewood. Tenants! Thou revivest us Rascal. When's our next meeting Gentlemen? Tomorrow night, This Gentleman, by me invites you all, Do you not Master Esay? Freely sir. We do embrace your love— a pure fresh Gull Thus make you men at parting dutiful, And rest beholding to you, 'tis the slight To be remembered, when you're out of sight. A pretty virtue.
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Nay I was but in ieſt ſir. I hope ſo, what woulde Gentlemen ſay of you? there goes a Gull that keepes his money, I would not haue ſuch a report goe on you, for the Worlde as long as you are in my companie. Why man fortune alters in a Minute, I ha knowne thoſe haue recouered ſo much in an houre, their purſes were neuer ſicke after. Oh worſe then conſumption of the Liuer! conſumption of the patrimonie. How now? marke their humours maſter Eaſie. Forgiue me, my poſteitie, yet vngotten. Thats a penitent Maudlen Dicer. Few knowe the ſweets that the plaine life allowes. Vilde ſonne that ſurfets of his fathers browes. Laugh at him maſter Eaſie. Ha, ha ha. Ile bee damn'd and theſe bee not the bones of ſome queane that couzened me in her life, and now conſumes mee after her death. Thats the true-wicked-blaſphemous, and ſoul-ſhuddering Dicer, that will curſe you all ſeruice time, & attribute his ill lucke alwayes to one Drab or other. Dick, Hell-gill: the hapie Newes. I haue her for you ſir. Peace, what is ſhe? Yong, beautifull and plump.—a delicate peece of ſin. Of what parentage? Oh a Gentlewoman of a great houſe. Fie, fie. Shee newly came out of a Barne; yet too good for a Tooth-drawers ſonne. Is ſhe wife or maide? That which is dantieſt, Maide Ide rather ſhee'd beene a wife. A wife ſir, why? Oh Adulterie is a great deale ſweeter in my minde. Diſeaſes gnaw thy bones. I thinke ſhe has deſerud to be a wife ſir. That will moue well. Her firſtlinge ſhall be mine. Swine looke but for the huskes, the meate be thine. How now Boy? Maiſter Quomodo takes your worſhips greeting exceeding kindely, and in his commendations returnes this anſwere, that your worſhip ſhall not be ſo apt to receiue it, as hee willing to lend it. Why, we thanke him yfaith. Troth, and you ha reaſon to thanke him ſir, t'was a verie friendly anſwere. Puſh, a Gentleman that keeps his daies euen here ith City (as I my ſelfe watch to doe) ſhall haue many of thoſe anſweres in a tweluemonth, maiſter Eaſie. I promiſe you ſir I admire your carriage, and begin to hold a mor reu'rend reſpect of you. Not ſo I beſeech you, I giue my friends leaue to bee inward with me,—will you walke Gentlemen? Wee're for you. Preſent her with this Iewell my firſt token. There are certaine Country-men without enquiring for maiſter Rerage, and maiſter Salewood. Tennants! Thou reuiu'ſt vs Raſcall. When's our next meeting Gentlemen? To morrow night, This Gentleman, by me inuites you all, Do you not Maiſter Eaſie? Freely ſir. We doe imbrace your loue—a pure freſh Gull Thus make you men at parting duetifull, And reſt beholding to you, tis the ſlight To be remembred, when you'r out of ſight. A prettie vertue.