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.
Then she'll know him. For that his own unfortunate wit helped my lazy invention, for he hath disguised himself like a falconer, in Town hear, hoping in that procuring shape, to do more good upon her, then in the outside of a Gentleman. Young Fetherstone will know him? he's gone into the town, and will not return this half hour. Excellent if she would come. Nay upon my life she'll come: when she enters remember some of your young blood, talk as some of your gallant commoners will, Dice and drink: freely: do not call for Sack, lest it betray the coldness of your manhood, but fetch a caper now & then, to make the gold chink in your pockets: I so. Ha old Poet, let's once stand to it for the credit of Milk-street. Is my wife acquainted with this. She's perfect, & will come out upon her cue, I warrant you. Good wenches in faith: fills some more Sack hear. God's precious, do not call for Sack by any means. Why then give us a whole Lordship for life in Rhenish, with the reversion in Sugar, Excellent. It were not amiss if we were dancing. Out upon't, I shall never do it. Out of mine nostril's tapster, thou smell'st like Guild-hall two days after Simon and Jude, of drink most horribly, off with thy mask sweet sinner of the North: these masks are foils to good faces, and to bad ones they are like new satin outsides to lousy linings. O by no means sir, your Merchant will not open a whole piece to his best customer, he that buys a woman, must take her as she falls: I'll unmask my hand hear's the sample. Go to then, old Poet I have ta'en her up already as a pinnace bound for the straits, she knows her burden yonder. Lady you are welcome: you is the old Gentleman and observe him, he's not one of your fat City chuffs: whose great belly argues that the felicity of his life consists in capon, sack, and sincere honesty, but a lean spare bountiful gallant one that hath an old wife, and a young performance: whose reward is not the rate of a Captain newly come out of the Low-Countries: or a Yorkshire Attorney in good contentious practice, some angel, no the proportion of your wealthy Citizen to his wench, is, her Chamber, her diet, her physic, her apparel, her painting, her monkey, her pandar, her every thing. You'll say your young Gentleman, is your only service that lies before you like a calves head, with his brains some half yard from him, but I assure you, they must not only have variety of foolery; but also of wenches: whereas your conscionable graybeard of Farrington within, will keep himself, to the ruins of one cast waiting-woman an age: & perhaps, when he's passed all other good works, to wipe out false weights, and twenty i'th' hundred, marry her—
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Then sheele know him. For that his owne vnfortunate wit helpt my lasie inuention, for he hath disguisd himselfe like a Fawkner, in Towne heare, hoping in that procuring shape, to doe more good vpon her, then in the out-side of a Gentleman. Young Fetherstone will know him? Hee's gone into the towne, and will not returne this halfe houre. Excellent if she would come. Nay vpon my life sheele come: when she enters remember some of your young bloud, talke as some of your gallant commoners will, Dice and drinke: freely: do not call for Sack, least it betray the coldnesse of your man-hood, but fetch a caper now & then, to make the gold chinke in your pockets: I so. Ha old Poet, lets once stand to it for the credit of Milkestreete. Is my wife acquainted with this. She's perfect, & will come out vpō her qu, I warrant you. Good wenches infaith: fils some more Sack heare. Gods pretious, do not call for Sack by any meanes. Why then giue vs a whole Lordship for life in Rhenish, with the reuersion in Sugar, Excellent. It were not amisse if we were dancing. Out vpon't, I shall neuer do it. Out of mine nostrils tapster, thou smelt like Guild-hall wo daies after Simon and Ide, of drinke most horribly, off with thy maske sweete sinner of the North: these maskes are foiles to good faces, and to bad ones they are like new sattin out-sides to lousie linings. O by no meanes sir, your Merchant will not open a whole peece to his best costomer, hee that buies a woman, must take her as she fales: Ile vnmaske my hand heares the sample. Goe to then, old Poet I haue tane her vp already as a pinnis bound for the straights, she knowes her burden yonder. Lady you are welcome: you is the old Gentleman and obserue him, he's not one of your fat Citty chuffes: whose great belly argues that the felicity of his life consistes in capon, sack, and sincere honesty, but a leane spare bountiful gallant one that hath an old wife, and a young performance: whose reward is not the rate of a Captaine newly come out of the Low-coūties: or a Yorkeshiere Atturny in good contentious practice, some angel, no the proportion of your welthy Cittizen to his wench, is, her Chamber, her diet, her phisick, her apparell, her painting, her monkey, her pandar, her euery thing. Youle say your yong Gentleman, is your onely seruice that lies before you like a Calues head, with his braines some halfe yeard from him, but I assure you, they must not onely haue variety of foolery; but also of wenches: whereas your conscionable gray-beard of Farrington within, will keepe himselfe, to the ruines of one cast waighting-woman an age: & perhaps, when he's past all other good workes, to wipe out false waightes, and twenty ith hundred, marry her—