The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 2 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sister? be of good cheer, we are all mortal ourselves, I come upon you freshly, I near speak without comfort, hear me what I shall say;— my brother has left you wealthy, you're rich. Oh! I say you're rich? you are also fair. Oh! Go to you're fair you cannot smother it, beauty will come to light; nor are your years so far entered with you; but that you will be sought after; and may very well answer another husband; the world is full of fine Gallants, choice enough Sister,— for what should we do with all our Knights I pray? but to marry rich widows, wealthy citizens widows; lusty fair-browed Ladies; go too, be of good comfort I say leave snobbing and weeping— yet my Brother was a kind hearted man— I would not have the Elf see me now?— come pluck up a woman's heart— here stands your Daughters, who be well estated, and at maturity will also be inquired after with good husbands, so all these tears shall be soon dried up and a better world than ever— what? Woman? you must not weep still? he's dead he's buried— yet I cannot choose but weep for him! Marry again! no! let me be buried quick then! And that same part of Choir whereon I tread To such intent, O may it be my grave; And that the Priest may turn his wedding prayers, e'en with a breath, to all dust and ashes; Oh, out of a million of millions, I should near find such a husband, he was unmatchable,— unmatchable? nothing was to hot, nor to dear for me, I could not speak of that one thing that I had not, beside I had keys of all, kept all, received all, had money in my purse, spent what I would, went abroad when I would, came home when I would, and did all what I would? Oh— my sweet husband; I shall never have the like? Sister? near say so; he was an honest brother of mine, and so, and you may light upon one as honest again, or one, as honest again may light upon you, that's the properer phrase indeed? Never? oh if you love me urge it not, Oh may I be the byword of the world, The common talk at Table in the mouth Of every Groom and Waiter, if e'er more I entertain the carnal suit of Man? I must kneel down for fashion too? And I, whom never man as yet hath scaled e'en in this depth of general sorrow, vow Never to marry, to sustain such loss As a dear husband seems to be, once dead? I loved my father well too; but to say, Nay now, I would not marry for his death? Sure I should speak false Latin; should I not? I'd as soon vow never to come in Bed. Tut? Women must live by th' quick, and not by th' dead.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sister? be of good cheere, wee are all mortall our selues, I come vppon you freshly, I neare speake without comfort, heere me what I shall say;—my brother ha's left you wellthy, y'are rich. Oh! I say y'ar rich? you are also faire. Oh! Goe too y'are faire you cannot smother it, beauty will come to light; nor are your yeares so farre enterd with you; but that you will bee sought after; and may very well answere another husband; the world is full of fine Gallants, choyse enow Sister,—for what should wee doe with all ou Knights I pray? but to mary riche widdowes, wealthy Cittizens widdowes; usty faire—browd Ladies; go too, bee of good comfort I say snobbg and weeping—yet my Brother was a kinde heed man—I would not haue the Elfe see mee now?—come pluck vp a womans heart—here stands your Daughters, who be well estated, and at maturity will also bee enqir'd after with good husbands, so all these teares shall bee soone dyed vp and a better vold then euer—what? Woman? you must not weepe still? hee's dead hee's buried—yet I cannot chuse but weepe for him! Marry againe! no! let me be buried quick then! And that same part of Quire whereon I tread To such intent, O may it be my graue; And that the Priest may his wedding praiers, Een with a breath, to all dust and ashes; Oh, out of a million of millions, I should nere finde such a husband, hee was vnmatchable,—vnmatchable? nothing was o hot, nor to deere for mee, I could not speake of that one thing that I had not, beside I had keyes of all, kept all, receiu'd all, had money in my purse, spent what I would, went abroad when I would, came home when I would, and did all what I would? Oh—my sweete husband; I shall neuer haue the like? Sister? nere say so; hee was an honest brother of mine, and so, and you may light vpon one as honest againe, or one, as honest againe may light vpon you, that's the properer phrase indeed? Neuer? oh if you loue me vrge it not, Oh may I be the by-word of the world, The common talke at Table in the mouth Of euery Groome and Water, if e're more I entertaine the carnall suite of Man? I must knele done for fashion too? And I, whom neuer man as yet hath scalde Ee'n in this depth of generall sorrow, vowe Neuer to marry, to sustaine such losse As a deere husband seemes to be, once dead? I lou'd my father well too; but to say, Nay now, I would not marry for her death? Sure I should speake false Lattin; should I not? Ide as soone vow neuer to come in Bed. Tut? Women must liue by th' quick, and not by th' dead.