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 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Is not a Gentleman here one Master Bellamont sir of your company. Yes, yes, come you from London, he'll be here presently. Will he? tawsone, this oman, hunts at his tail like your little Goats in Wales follow their mother, we have warrants here from master Sustice of this shire, to show no pity nor mercy to her, her name is Doll. Why sir, what has she committed? I think such a creature is i'th' town. What has she committed: 'ounds she has committed more than manslaughters, for she has committed herself God plesse us to everlasting prison: lug you sir, she is a punk, she shifts her lovers (as Captains and Welsh Gentlemen and such) as she does her Trenchers when she has well fed upon't, and that there is left nothing but pale bones, she calls for a clean one, and scrapes away the first. God's so Master Fetherstone, what will you do? here's three come from London, to fetch away the Gentlewoman with a warrant. All the warrants in Europe shall not fetch her now, she's mine sure enough: what have you to say to her? she's my wife. Owe! 'sblood do you come so far to fish and catch Frogs? your wife is a Tilt-boat, any man or oman may go in her for money; she's a coney-catcher: where is my movable goods called a Coach, and my two wild beasts, pogs on you would they had trawne you to the gallows. I must borrow fifty pound of you Mistress Bride. Yaw uro, and you make me de gheck, de groet fool, you heb mine gelt to: war is it? Out you base scums, come you to disgrace me in my wedding shoes? Is this your three thousand pound ward, ye told me sir she was your Kinswoman. Right, one of mine ants. Who pays for the Northern voyage now lads? Why do you not ride before my Wife to London now? the Woodcocks i'th' spring. O forgive me dear husband! I will never love a man that is worse than hanged, as he is. Now a man may have a course in your Park? He may sir. Never I protest, I will be as true to thee, as Ware and Wades-mill are one to another. Well, it's but my fate: Gentlemen, this is my opinion, it's better to shoot in a Bow that has been shot in before, and will never start, than to draw a fair new one, that for every Arrow will be warping: Come wench we are joined, and all the Dogs in France shall not part us: I have some lands, those I'll turn into money, to pay you, and you, and any: I'll pay all that I can for thee, for I'm sure thou hast paid me. God give you joy. Come let's be merry, lie you with your own Wife, to be sure she shall not walk in her sleep: a noise of musicians Chamberlain. This night let's banquet freely: come, we'll dare, Our wives to combat i'th' great bed in Ware.
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Is not a Gentleman here one Maister Bellamont sir of your company. Yes, yes, come you from London, heele be here presently. Will he? tawsone, this oman, hunts at his taile like your little Goates in Wales follow their mother, wee haue warrants here from maister Sustice of this shire, to shew no pitty nor mercie to her, her name is Doll. Why sir, what has she committed? I thinke such a creature is ith' towne. What has she committed: ownds shee has committed more thn man-slaughters, for shee has committed her selfe God plesse vs to euerlasting prison: lug you sir, shee is a punke, she shifts her louers (as Captaines and Welsh Gentlemen and such) as she does her Trenchers when she has well fed vpon't, and that there is left nothing but pae bones, shee calls for a cleane one, and scrapes away the first. Gods so Maister Fetherstone, what will you do? here's three come from London, to fetch away the Gentlewoman with a warrant. All the warrants in Europe shall not fetch her now, she's mine sure enough: what haue you to say to her? shee's my wife. Ow! Sbloud doe you come so farre to fishe and catch Frogs? your wife is a Tilt-boate, any man or oman may goe in her for money; shee's a Cunny-catcher: where is my mooueab'e goods cald a Coach▪ and my two wild peasts, pogs on you wud they had trawne you to the gallowes. I must borrow fiftie pound of you Mistris Bride. Yaw vro, and you make me de gheck, de groet foole, you heb mine gelt to: war is it? Out you base scums, come you to disgrace mee in my wedding shooes? Is this your three thousand pound ward, yee tolde mee sir she was your Kinswoman. Right, one of mine Awnts. Who payes for the Northren voyage now lads? Why do you not ride before my Wife to London now? the Woodcocks ith Sprindge. O forgiue me deere husband! I will neuer loue a man that is worse than hangd, as he is. Now a man may haue a course in your Parke? Hee may sir. Neuer I protest, I will bee as true to thee, as Ware and Wades-mill are one to another. Well, it's but my fate: Gentlemen, this is my opinion, it's better to shoote in a Bow that has beene shot in before, and will neuer start, than to draw a faire new one, that for euery Arrow will bee warping: Come wench wee are ioynd, and all the Dogs in France shall not part vs: I haue some lands, those Ile turne into money, to pay you, and you, and any: Ile pay all that I can for thee, for Ime sure thou hast paid me. God giue you ioy. Come lets be merry, lye you with your owne Wife, to be sure shee shall not walke in her sleepe: a noyse of Musitians Chamberlaine. This night lets banquet freely: come, weele dare, Our wiues to combate ith' greate bed in Ware ▪