The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 6 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Indeed those are our ancient Enemies; they keep our money in their hands, and make us to be hanged for robbing of 'em, but come let's follow after to the Prison, and know the Nature of his offence, and what we can steed him in, he shall be sure of; and I'll uphold it still, that a charitable Knave, is better than a soothing Puritan. What Corporal Oath? I am sorry we have met with you next our hearts; you are the man that we are forbidden to keep company withal, we must not swear I can tell you, and you have the name for swearing. ay, Corporal Oath, I would you would do so much as forsake us sir, we cannot abide you, we must not be seen in your company. There is none of us I can tell you, but shall be soundly whipped for swearing. Why how now? we three? Puritanical Scrape-shoes, Flesh a good Fridays? a hand. Oh. Why Nicholas Saint-Antlings, Simon Saint Mary Oueries, has the Devil possessed you, that you swear no better, you half-christened catamites, you ungodmothered Varlets, does the first lesson teach you to be proud, and the second to be Coxcombs; proud Coxcombs? not once to do duty to a man of Mark. A man of Mark, quoth, I do not think he can show a beggars Noble. A Corporal, a Commander, one of spirit; that is able to blow you up all dry with your Books at your Girdles. we are not taught to believe that sir, for we know the breath of man is weak? Foh, you lie Nicholas; for here's one strong enough; blow us up quotha! he may well blow me above twelvescore on an him? I warrant if the wind stood right, a man might smell him from the top of Newgate, to the Leads of Ludgate? Sirrah, thou hollow-book of wax-candle. ay, you may say what you will, so you swear not. I swear by the— Hold, hold, good Corporal Oath; for if you swear once, we shall all fall down in a sown presently. I must and will swear: you quivering Coxcombs, my Captain is imprisoned, and by Vulcan's Leather Codpiece point— O Simon, what an oath was there. If he should chance to break it, the poor man's Breeches would fall down about his heels, for Venus allows him but one point to his hose? With these my bully-feet, I will thump ope the Prison doors, and brain the Keeper with the begging Box, but I'll set my honest sweet Captain Idle at liberty. How, Captain Ydle, my old aunt's son, my dear Kinsman in Capadochio. ay, thou Church-peeling, thou Holy-paring, religious outside thou? if thou hadst any grace in thee, thou wouldst visit him, relieve him, swear to get him out? Assure you Corporal indeed-la, 'tis the first time I heard on't,
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Indeed those are our ancient Enimies; they keepe our money in their hands, and make vs to bee hangd for robbing of 'em, but come letts follow after to the Prison, and know the Nature of his offence, and what we can steed him in, hee shall be sure of; and Ile vphold it still, that a charitable Knaue, is better then a soothing Puritaine. What Corporall Oth? I am sorry we haue met with you ext our hearts; you are the man that we are forbidden to keepe company withall, wee must not sweare I can tell you, and you haue the name for swearing. I, Corporall Oth, I would you would do so much as forsake vs sir, we cannot abide you, wee must not be seene in your company. There is none of vs I can tell you, but shall be soundly whipt for swearing. Why how now? we three? Putitanicall Scrape-shoes, Flesh a good Fridayes? a hand. Oh. Why Nichlas Saint-Tantlings, Simon Saint Mary Oueries, ha's the De'ele possest you, that you sweare no better, you halfe-Christned Katomites, you vngod-motherd Varlets, do's the first lesson teach you to bee proud, and the second to bee Cocks-combes; proud Cocks-combes? not once to doe dutie to a man of Marke. A man of Marke, quatha, I doe not thinke he can shew a Beggers Noble. A Corporall, a Commander, one of spirit; that is able to blowe you vp all drye with your Bookes at your Girdles. Wee are not taught to beleeue that sir, for we know the breath of man is weake? oh, you lie Nicholas; for here's one strong inough; blowe vs vp quatha, hee may well blow me aboue twelue-score off an him? I warrant if the winde stood right, a man might smell him from the top of Newgate, to the Leades of Ludgate? Sirrah, thou Hollow-Booke of Waxe-candle. I, you may say what you will, so you sweare not. I sweare by the— Hold, hold, good Corporall Oth; for if you sweare once, wee shall all fall downe in a sowne presently. I must and will sweare: you quiuering Cocks-combes, my Captaine is imprisoned, and by Uulcans Lether Cod-piece point— O Simon, what an oth was there. If hee should chance to breake it, the poore mans Breeches would fall downe about his heeles, for Venus allowes him but one point to his hose? With these my Bullye-Feete, I will thumpe ope the Prison doores, and braine the Keeper with the begging Boxe, but Ile set my honest sweete Captaine Idle at libertie. How, Captaine Ydle, my olde Aunts sonne, my deere Kinsman in Capadochio. I, thou Church-peeling, thou Holy-paing, religious outside thou? if thou hadst any grace in thee, thou would'st visit him, releiue him, sweare to get him out? Assure you Corporall indeed-la, tis the first time I heard on't,