Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 468 words
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O madness! that the frailty of a woman should make a wise man thus idle! yet I protest to my understanding, this report seems as far from truth, as you from patience. Then am I a fool, yet I can be wise and I list too: what says my wedding ring? Indeed that breeds some suspicion: for the rest most gross and open, for two men, both to love your wife, both to enjoy her bed, and to meet you as if by miracle, and not knowing you, upon no occasion in the world, to thrust upon you a discourse of a quarrel, with circumstance so dishonest, that not any Gentleman but of the country blushing, would have published. I and to name you: do you know them? Faith now I remember, I have seen them walk muffled by my shop. Like enough; pray God they do not borrow money of us twixt Ware and London: come strive to blow over these clouds. Not a cloud, you shall have clean Moonshine, they have good smooth looks the fellows. As jet, they will take up I warrant you, where they may be trusted; will you be merry? Wondrous merry; let's have some Sack to drown this Cuckold, down with him: wondrous merry: one word & no more; I am but a foolish tradesman, and yet I'll be a wise tradesman. Arrest me? at whose suit? Tom Chartley, Dick Leverpoole, stay, I'm arrested. Arrested? Gentlemen break not the head of the peace; it's to no purpose, for he's in the laws clutches, you see he's fanged. Uds life, do you stand with your naked weapons in your hand, and do nothing with 'em? put one of 'em into my fingers, I'll tickle the pimple-nosed varlets. Hold Doll, thrust not a weapon upon a mad woman, Officers step back into the Tavern, you might ha' ta'en me i'th' street, and not i'th' Tavern entry, you Cannibals. we did it for your credit Sir. How much is the debt? Drawer, some wine. four score pound: can you send for Bail Sir? or what will you do? we cannot stay. You cannot, you pasty-footed Rascals, you will stay one day in hell. four score pounds draws deep; farewell Doll, come sergeants, I'll step to mine Uncle not far off, hereby in Pudding lane, and he shall bail me: if not, Chartly you shall find me playing at Span-counter, and so farewell. Send me some Tobacco. Have an eye to his hands. Have an eye to his legs. I'm as melancholy now? Villainous spiteful luck, I'll hold my life some of these saucy Drawers betrayed him. we sir! no by Gad Sir, we scorn to have a Iudas in our company. No, no, he was dogged in, this is the end of all dying.
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O madnesse! that the frailty of a woman should make a wise man thus idle! yet I protest to my vnderstanding, this report seemes as farre from truth, as you from patience. Then am I a foole, yet I can bee wise and I list too: what sayes my wedding ring? Indeed that breeds some suspition: for the rest most grose and open, for two men, both to loue your wife, both to inioy her bed, and to meete you as if by miracle, and not knowing you, vpon no occasion in the world, to thrust vpon you a discourse of a quarrell, with circumstance so dishonest, that not any Gentleman but of the countrie blushing, would haue publisht. I and to name you: doe you know them? Faith now I remember, I haue seene them walke mufed by my shop. Like enough; pray God they doe not borrow mony of twixt Ware and London: come striue to blow ouer these lowdes. Not a clowd, you shall haue cleane Moone-shine, they haue good smooth lookes the fellowes. As Iet, they will take vp I warrant you, where they may bee trusted; will you be merry? Wonderous merry; lets haue some Sack to drowne this Cuckold, downe with him: wonderous merry: one word & no more; I am but a foolish tradesman, and yet Ile be a wise tradesman. Arrest me? at whose sute? Tom Chartley, Dick Leuer-poole, stay, Ime arrested. Arrested? Gentlemen breake not the head of the peace; its to no purpose, for hee's in the lawes clutches, you see hee's fangd. Vds life, doe you stand with your naked weapons in your hand, and doe nothing with em? put one of em into my fingers, Ile tickle the pimple-nosed varlets. Hold Doll, thrust not a weapon vpon a mad woman, Officers step back into the Tauerne, you might ha tane mee ith streete, and not ith' Tauerne entrie, you Cannibals. Wee did it for your credit Sir. How much is the debt? Drawer, some wine. Foure score pound: can you send for Baile Sir? or what will you doe? wee cannot stay. You cannot, you pasty-footed Rascalls, you will stay one day in hell. Foure score pounds drawes deepe; farewell Doll, come Serieants, Ile step to mine Vncle not farre off, here-by in Pudding lane, and he shall baile mee: if not, Chartly you shall finde me playing at Span-counter, and so farewell. Send mee some Tobacco. Haue an eye to his hands. Haue an eye to his legges. Ime as melancholy now? Villanous spitefull luck, Ile hold my life some of these sawsie Drawers betrayd him. Wee sir! no by Gad Sir, wee scorne to haue a Iudas in our company. No, no, hee was dogd in, this is the end of all dyeing.