The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 11 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.77 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
Who I? kerry merry buff-jerkin? Oh, I am happy in more sleights, and one will knit strong in another— Corporal Oath? Hoh Bully? And thou old Peter Skirmish, I have a necessary task for you both. Lay't upon George Pye-boord. whate'er it be, we'll manage it. I would have you two maintain a quarrel before the Lady widows door, and draw your swords i'th' edge of the Evening: clash a little, clash, clash. Fuh. Let us alone to make our Blades ring noon, Though it be after Supper. Know you can; And out of that false fire, I doubt not but to raise strange belief— and Captain to countenance my device the better, and grace my words to the Widow, I have a good plain Satin suit, that I had of a young Reveller tother night, for words pass not regarded nowadays unless they come from a good suit of clothes, which the Fates and my wits have bestowed upon me. Well Captain Idle, if I did not highly love thee, I would near be seen within twelve score of a prison, for I protest at this instant, I walk in great danger of small debts. owe I money to several hostesses, and you know such Jills Jills quickly be upon a man's jack. True George? Fare thee well Captain. Come Corporal and Ancient? thou shalt hear more news next time we greet thee? More news? Ay; by you Bear at bridge-foot in heaven shalt thou. Enough: my friends farewell, This prison shows as if Ghosts did part in Hell. Not Marry: forswear Marriage? why all women know 'tis as honourable a thing as to lie with a man; and I to spite my sister's vow the more, have entertained a suitor already, a fine gallant Knight of the last Feather, he says he will Coach me too, and well appoint me, allow me money to Dice withal, and many such pleasing protestations he sticks upon my lips; indeed his short-winded Father i'th' Country is wondrous wealthy, a most abominable Farmer, and therefore he may dov in time: troth I'll venture upon him; women are not without ways enough to help themselves, if he prove wise and good as his word, why I shall love him, and use him kindly: and if he prove an Ass, why in a quarter of an hours warning I can transform him into an Ox;— there comes in my Relief again. O Mistress Moll, Mistress Moll. How now? what's the news? The Knight your suitor, sir Iohn Pennydub. Sir Iohn Pennydub? where? where? he's walking in the Gallery. Has my Mother seen him yet. O no, she's— spitting in the Kitchen. Direct him hither softly, good Frailty,— I'll meet him half way. That's just like running a Tilt; but I hope he'll break nothing this time.
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Who I? Kerrie merry Buffe-Ierkin? Oh, I am happy in more slights, and one will knit strong in another—Corporall Oth? Hoh Bully? And thou old Peter Skirmish, I haue a necessary taske for you both. Lay't vpon George Pye-boord. What ere it bee, weele manage it. I would haue you two maintaine a quarrell before the Lady Widdowes doore, and drawe your swords i'th edge of te Euening: clash a litle, clash, clash. Fuh. Let vs alone to make our Blades noone, Tho it be after Supper. Know you can; And out of that false fire, I doubt not but to raise strange beleefe —and Captaine to countenance my deuice the better, and grace my words to the Widdow, I haue a good plaine Sattin sute, that I had of a yong Reueller t'other night, for words passe not regarded now a dayes vnlesse they come from a good suite of cloaths, which the Fates and my wittes haue bestowed vpon me. Well Captaine Idle, if I did not highly loue thee, I would nere bee seene within twelue score of a pris, for I protest at this instant, I walke in great danger of small debts owe money to seuerall Hostisses, and you know such lill be vpon a mans Iack. True George? Fare thee well Captaine. Come Corporall and Ancient? thou shalt heare more newes next time we greete thee? More newes? I; by you Beare at Bridge-Foote in heauen shalt thou. Inough: my friends farewell, This prison shewes as if Ghosts did part in Hell. Not Marry: forsweare Marriage? why all women know 'tis as honorable a thing as to lye with a man; and I to spight my Sisters vowe the more, haue entertainde a suter already▪ a fine gallant Knight of the last Fether, hee sayes he will Coach mee too, and well appoint mee, allow mee money to Dice with-all, and many such pleasing protestations hee sticks vpon my lips; indeed his short-winded Father ith' Countrie is wondrous wealthy, a most abhominable Farmer, and therefore hee may dooe in time: troth Ile venture vpon him; women are not without wayes now to helpe them-selues▪ if he proue wise and good as his word, why I shall loue him, and vse him kindly: and if hee prooue an Asse, why in a quarter of an houres warning I can transforme him into an Oxe;—there comes in my Reliefe agen. O Mistresse Moll, Mistresse Moll. How now? what's the newes? The Knight your uter, sir Iohn Penny-Dub. Sir Iohn Penny-Dub? where? where? Hee's walking in the Gallerie. Ha's my Mother seene him yet. O no, shee's—spitting in the Kitchin. Direct him hether softly, good Frailtie,—Ile meete him halfe way. That's iust like running a Tilt; but I hope heele breake nothing this time.