The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 17 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
o'clock? why past seventeen. Past seventeen? nay has met with his match now, Corporal Oath will fit him. Thou dost not balk or baffle me, dost thou? I am a Soldier— past seventeen. ay, thou art not angry with the figures art thou? I will prove it unto thee, 12. and 1. is thirteen I hope, 2. fourteen, 3. fifteen, 4 sixteen, and 5. seventeen, then past seventeen, I will take the dials part in a just cause. I say 'tis but past five then. I'll swear 'tis past seventeen then! dost thou not know numbers, canst thou not cast? Cast? dost thou speake of my casting ith' street? Dr. ay, and in the Market place. Clubs, clubs, clubs. ay, I knew by their shuffling Clubs would be Trump; mass here's the Knave, and he can do any good upon 'em: Clubs, clubs, clubs? O villain, thou hast opened a vain in my leg. How now, for shame, for shame, put up, put up. By yond blue Welkin, 'twas out of my part George to be hurt on the leg. Oh peace now— I have a Cordial here to comfort thee. Down with 'em, down with 'em, lay hands upon the villain. Lay hands on me?. I'll not be seen among 'em now. I'm hurt, and had more need have Surgeons, Lay hands upon me then rough Officers. Go carry him to be dressed then: This mutinous Soldier shall along with me to prison. To prison, where's George. Away with 'em. So, All lights as I would wish, the amazed widow, Will plant me strongly now in her belief, And wonder at the virtue of my words: For the event turns those presages from 'em Of being mad and dumb, and begets joy Mingled with admiration: these empty creatures, Soldier and Corporal were but ordained, As instruments for me to work upon, Now to my patient, here's his potion. O wondrous happiness, beyond our thoughts: O lucky fair event, I think our fortunes, Were blessed e'en in our Cradles: we are quitted Of all those shameful violent presages, By this rash bleeding chance; go Frailty run, and know, Whether he be yet living, or yet dead, That here before my door received his hurt. Madam, he was carried to the superior, but if he had no money when he came there, I warrant he's dead by this time. Sure that man is a rare fortune-teller, never looked upon our hands, nor upon any mark about us, a wondrous fellow surely. I am glad, I have the use of my tongue yet: though of nothing else, I shall find the way to marry too, I hope shortly. O where's my Brother sir Godfrey, I would he were here, that I might relate to him how prophetically, the cunning Gentleman spoke in all things. O my Chain, my Chain, I have lost my Chain, where be these Villains, Varlets? Oh; 'has lost his Chain. My Chain, my chain.
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A clock? why past seuenteene. Past seuenteene? nay ha's met with his match now, Corporall Oth will fit him. Thou doost not bawke or baffle me, doost thou I am a Souldier—pat seuenteene. I, thou art not angry with the figures art thou? I will prooue it vnto thee, 12. and 1. is thirteene hope, 2. foureteene, 3. fifteene, 4 sixteene, and 5. seauenteene, then past seauenteene, I will take the Dyals part in a iust cause. I say 'tis but past fiue then. Ile sweare 'tis past seauenteene then doost thou not know numbers, canst thou not cast? Cast? dost thou speake of my casting ith' street? Dr. I, and in the Market place. Clubs, clubs, clubs. I, I knew by their shuffling Clubs would be Trumpe; masse here's the Knaue, and hee can doe any good vppon 'em: Clubs, clubs, clubs? O villaine, thou hast opend a vaine in my leg. How now, for shame, for shame, put vp, put vp. By yon blew Welkin, 'twas out of my part George to bee hurt on the leg. Oh peace now—I haue a Cordiall here to comfort thee. Downe with 'em, downe with em, lay hands vpon the villaine. Lay hands on me?. Ile not be seene among em now. Ime hurt, and had more need haue Surgeons, Lay hands vpon me then rough Officers. Goe carry him to be drest then: This mutinous Souldier shall along with me to prison. To prison, where's George. Away with hem. So▪ All lights as I would wish, the amazd widdow, Will plant me strongly now in her beleefe, And wonder at the vertue of my words: For the euent turnes those presages from em Of being mad and dumbe, and begets ioy Mingled with admiration: these emptie creatures, Souldier and Corporall were but ordaind, As instruments for me to worke vpon, Now to my patient, here's his potion. O wondrous happinesse, beyond our thoughts: O luckie faire euent, I thinke our fortunes, Were blest een in our Cradles: we are quitted Of all those shamefull violent presages, By this rash bleeding chance; goe Frailtie run, and know, Whether he be yet liuing▪ or yet dead, That here before my doore receiu'd his hurt. Madam, hee was carryed to the superiour, but if he had no money when hee came there, I warrant hee's dead by this time. Sure that man is a rare fortune-teler, neuer lookt vpon our hands, nor vpon any marke about vs, a wondrous fellow surelie. I am glad, I haue the vse of my tongue yet: tho of nothing else, I shall finde the way to marry too, I hope shortly. O where's my Brother sir Godfrey, I would hee were here, that I might relate to him how prophetically, the cunning Gentleman spoke in all things. O my Chaine, my Chaine, I haue lost my Chaine, where be these Villains, Varlets? Oh; has lost his Chaine. My Chaine, my chaine.