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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I ha' cause to weep: I trust gentlewomen their diet sometimes a fortnight: lend Gentlemen holland shirts, and they sweat 'em out at tennis: and no restitution, and no restitution. but I'll take a new order, I will have but six stewed prunes in a dish and some of mother Walls cakes: for my best customers are tailors. tailors! ha ha. I tailors: give me your London Prentice; your country Gentlemen are grown too politic. But what say you to such young Gentlemen as these are. Foh, they as soon as they come to their lands get up to London, and like squibs that run upon lines, they keep a Spitting of fire, and cracking till they ha' spent all, and when my squib is out, what says his punk, foh, he stinks. methought this other night, I saw a pretty sight, Which pleased me much. A comely country maid, not squeamish nor afraid, To let Gentlemen touch. I sold her maidenhead once, and I sold her maidenhead twice, And I sold it last to an Alderman of York. And then I had sold it thrice. You sing scurvily. mary muff, sing thou better, for I'll go sleep my old sleeps. What are you a doing my friend. Pricking, pricking. What do you mean by pricking? A Gentleman like quality. This fellow is some what prouder, and sullener than the other. Oh; so be most of your musicians. Are my teeth rotten? No Sir. Then I am no Comfit-maker, nor Vintner, I do not get wenches in my drink: are you a musician? Yes. we'll be sworn brothers then, look you sweet rogue. God's so, now I think upon't, a jest is crept into my head, steal away, if you love me. Was ever any merchants band set better I set it: walk I'm a cold, this white satin is to thin unless it be cut, for then the Sun enters: can you speak Italian too, Sapete Italiano. un poco. 'sblood if it be in you, I'll poike it out if you; un poco, come March lie hear with me but till the fall of the lease, and if you have but poco Italiano in you, I'll fill you full of more poco March. Come on. Good Master Mayberie, Philip, if you be kind Gentlemen uphold the jest: your whole voyage is paid for. Follow it then. The old Gentleman say you, why he talked even now as well in his wits as I do myself, and looked as wisely. No matter how he talks, but his Pericranion's perished. Where is he pray? Mary with the Musician, and is madder by this time he's an excellent Musician himself, you must note that. And having met one fit for his one tooth: you see he skips from us. The troth is master Full-moon, divers trains have been laid to bring him hither, without gaping of people, and never any took effect till now. How fell he mad?
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I ha cause to weepe: I trust Gintlewomen their diet sometimes a fortnight: lend Gentlemen holland shirts, and they sweat 'em out at tennis: and no restitution, and no restitution▪ but Ile take a new order, I will haue but six stewd prunes in a dish and some of mother Walls cakes: for my best customers are taylors. Taylors! ha ha. I Taylors: giue me your London Prentice; your country Gentlemen are growne too polliticke. But what say you to such young Gentlemen as these are. oh, they as soone as they come to their lands get vp to London, and like squibs that run vpon lynes, they keepe a Spitting of fire, and cracking till they ha spent all, and when my squib is out, what sayes his punke, foh, he stinckes. Me thought this other night, I saw a pretty sight, Which pleased me much. A comely country mayd, not squeamish nor afraid, To let Gentlemen touch. I sold her maiden-head once, and I sold her maiden-head twice, And I sould it last to an Alderman of Yorke. And then I had sold it thrice. You sing scruily. mary muffe, sing thou better, for Ile goe sleepe my old sleepes. What are you a doing my friend. Pricking, pricking. What doe you meane by pricking? A Gentleman like quallity. This fellow is some what prouder, and sulner then the other. Oh; so be most of your musitions. Are my teeth rotten? No Sir. Then I am no Comfit-maker, nor Vintner, I doe not get wenches in my drincke: are you a musition? Yes. weele be sworne brothers then, looke you sweete roague. Gods so, now I thinke vpon't, a Iest is crept into my head, steale away, if you loue me. Was euer any marchants band set better I set it: walke Ime a cold, this white sattin is to thin vnles it be cut, for then the Sunne enters: can you speake Italian too, Sapee Italiano. Vn poco. Sblood if it be in you, Ile poke it out if you; vn poco, come March lie heare with me but till the fall of the lease, and if you haue but poco Italiano in you, Ile fill you full of more poco March. Come on. Good Maister Mayberie, Philip, if you be kind Gentlemen vphold the iest: your whole voiage is payd for. Follow it then. The old Gentleman say you, why he talkt euen now aswell in his wittes as I do my selfe, and lookt as wisely. No matter how he talkes, but his Pericranion's perisht. Where is he pray? Mary with the Musition, and is madder by this time Hee's an excellent Musition himselfe, you must note that. And hauing met one fit for his one tooth: you see hee skips from vs. The troth is maister Full-mone, diuers traines haue bin laide to bring him hither, without gaping of people, and neuer any tooke effect till now. How fell he mad?