Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
None i'th' world Kate, may I do you any farther service. And I were where I would be in your bed: pray pardon me, was't you Master Fetherstone, hem, I should be well then. Mark how she wrings him by the fingers. Good night, pray you give the Gentleman thanks for patience. Good night Sir. You have a shrewd blow, you were best have it searched. A scratch, a scratch. Let me see what excuse should I frame, to get this wench forth a town with me: I'll persuade her husband to take Physic, and presently have a letter framed, from his father in law, to be delivered that morning for his wife, to come and receive some small parcel of money in Enfield chase, at a keeper's that is her Uncle, than sir he not being in case to travel, will entreat me to accompany his wife, we'll lie at Ware all night, and the next morning to London, I'll go strike a Tinder, and frame a Letter presently. And I'll take the pains to discover all this to my master old Maybery, there hath gone a report a good while, my Master hath used them kindly, because they have been over familiar with his wife, but I see which way Fetherstone looks. 'sfoot there's near a Gentleman of them all shall gull a Citizen, & think to go scotfree: though your commons shrink for this be but secret, and my Master shall entertain thee, make thee instead of handling false Dice, finger nothing but gold and silver wag, an old serving-man turns to a young beggar, whereas a young Prentice may turn to an old Alderman, willt be secret? O God sir, as secret as rushes in an old ladies Chamber. Sirrah, I'll speak with none. Not a player: No though a Sharer ball, I'll speak with none although it be the mouth Of the big company, I'll speak with none,— away. Why should not I be an excellent statesman? I can in the writing of a tragedy, make Caesar speak better than ever his ambition could: when I write of Pompey I have Pompey's soul within me, and when I personate a worthy Poet, I am then truly myself, a poor unpreferred scholar. Here's a swaggering fellow sir, that speaks not like a man of gods making, swears he must speak with you and will speak with you. Not of gods making what is he? a Cuckold? He's a Gentleman sir, by his clothes. Enter him and his clothes: clothes sometimes are better Gentlemen than their Masters. is this he? Seek you me sir. I seek sir, (god plesse you) for a Sentillman, that talks beside to himself when he's alone, as if he were in Bedlam, and he's a Poet. So sir it may be you seek me, for I'm sometimes out o' my wits. You are a Poet sir, are you.
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None ith' world Kate, may I do you any farther seruice. And I were where I would be in your bed: pray pardon me, wast you Maister Fetherstone, hem, I should be well then. Marke how she wrings him by the fingers. Good night, pray you giue the Gentleman thankes for patience. Good night Sir. You haue a shrewd blow, you were best haue it searcht. A scratch, a scratch. Let me see what excuse should I frame, to get this wench forth a towne with me: Ile perswade her husband to take Phisick, and presently haue a letter framed, from his father in law, to be deliuerd that morning for his wife, to come and receiue some small parcell of money in Enfield chase, at a Keepers that is her Vncle, then sir he not beeing in case to trauell, will intreate me to accompany his wife, weele lye at Ware all night, and the next morning to London, Ile goe strike a Tinder, and frame a Letter presently. And Ile take the paines to discouer all this to my maister old Maybery, there hath gone a report a good while, my Maister hath vsed them kindly, because they haue beene ouer familiar with his wife, but I see which way Fetherstone lookes. sfoote ther's neare a Gentleman of them all shall gull a Citizen, & thinke to go scot-free: though your commons shrinke for this be but secret, and my Maister shall intertaine thee, make thee insteed of handling false Dice, finger nothing but gold and siluer wagge, an old Seruing-man turnes to a young beggar, whereas a young Prentise may turne to an old Alderman, wilt be secret? O God sir, as secret as rushes in an old Ladyes Chamber. Sirra, Ile speake with none. Not a plaier: No tho a Sharer ball, Ile speake with none altho it be the mouth Of the big company, Ile speake with none,—away. Why should not I bee an excellent staesman? I can in the wryting of a tragedy, make Caesar speake beter than euer his ambition could: when I write of Pompey I haue Pompies soule within me, and when I pesonae a worthy Poet, I a then truly my selfe, a pooe vnpreferd scholler. Here's a waggering fellow sir, that speakes not like a man of gods making, sweares he must speake with you and wil speake with you. Not of gods making what is he? a Cuckold? He's a Gentlman sir, by his clothes. Enter him and his clothes: clthe sometimes are better Gentlemen than their Maisters. is this he? Seeke you me sir. I seeke sir, (god plesse you) for a Sentillman, that talkes besides to himselfe when he's alone, as if hee were in Bed-lam, and he's a Poet. So sir it may bee you seeke mee, for Ime sometimes out a my wits. You are a Poet sir, are you.