The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 28 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
sir I must crave your patience, to bestow this day upon me, that I may furnish myself strongly,— I sent a spirit into Lancashire other day, to fetch back a knave Drover, and I look for his return this evening— tomorrow morning my friend here and I will come and breakfast with you. Oh you shall be both most welcome. And about Noon without fail, I purpose to conjure. Mid noon will be a fine time for you. conjuring, do you mean to conjure at our house tomorrow sir? Many do I sir t is my intent yong Gentleman. By my troth, I'll love you while I live sort, o rare, Nicholas we shall have conjuring, to morrow, Puh ay, I could ha' told you of that. Law he could ha' told him of that, fool, coxcomb could ye. Do you hear me sir, I desire more acquaintance on you, you shall earn some money of me, now I know you can conjure, but can you fetch any that is lost? Oh any thing that's lost. Why look you sir, I tell't you as a friend and a conjuror, I should marry a Pothecary's daughter and 'twas told me she lost her maiden head at Stony-stratford; now if you'll do but so much as conjure for't, and make all whole again.— That I will sir. By my troth I thank you la, A little merry with your sister's son sir. Oh a simple young man, very simple, come Captain, and you sir, we'll e'en part with a gallon of wine till tomorrow breakfast. Troth agreed sir. kinsman— Scholar? Why now thou art a good Knave, worth a hundred Brownists. Am I indeed la: I thank you truly la. But I hope you will not serve a Knight so: Gentlewoman will you: to cashier him, and cast him off at your pleasure; what do you think I was dubbed for nothing, no by my faith lady's daughter. Pray Sir Iohn Pennydub, let it be deferred awhile, I have as big a heart to marry as you can have; but as the Fortune-teller told me. I ax a'th Fortune-teller, would Derecke had beene his fortune seauen yeare agoe, to crosse my loue them: did hee know what case I was in, why this is able to make a man drowne himselfe in's Fathers fish-pond. And then he told me moreover Sir Iohn, that the breach of it, kept my Father in Purgatory. In Purgatory? why let him purge out his heart there, what have we to do with that? there's Physicians enough there to cast his water, is that any matter to us: how can he hinder our love, why let him be hanged now he's dead?— Well, have I rid post day and night, to bring you merry news of my father's death, and now— Thy Father's death? is the old Farmer dead? As dead as his barn door Moll.
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sir I must craue your patience, to bestowe this day vpon me, that I may furnish my selfe strongly,—I sent a spirit into Lanckshire tother day, to fetch backe a knaue Drouer, and I looke for his returne this euening—to morrow morning my friend here and I will come and breake-fast with you. Oh you shall be both most welcome. And about Noone without fayle, I purpose to coniure. Mid noone will be a fine time for you. Coniuting, do you meane to coniure at our house to morrow sir? Many do I sir t is my intent yong Gentleman. troth, Ile loue you while I liue sort, o rare, Nicholas we sna coniuring, to morrowe, Puh I, I could ha tould you of that. Law hee could ha told him of that, foole, cockscombe could yee. Do you heare me sir, I desire more acquaintance on you, you shall earne some money of me, now I knowe you can conire, but can you fetch any that is lost? Oh any thing thats lost. Why looke you sir, I tel't you as a frend and a Coniurer, I should marry a Poticaries daughter and twas told me she lost her maiden head at Stonie-statford; now if youle do but so much as conure fort, and make all whole agen.— That I will sir. By my troth I thanke you la, A litle merry with your sisters sonne sir. Oh a simple yong man, very simple, come Captaine, and you sir, weele een part with a gallon of wine till to morrow breake-fast. Troth agreed sir. kinsman—Scholler? Why now thou art a good Knaue, worth a hundred Brownists. Am I indeed la: I thanke you truely la. But I hope you will not serue a Knight so: Gentlewoman will you: to casheere him, and cast him off at your pleasure; what do you thinke I was dubd for nothing, no by my faith Ladies daughter. Pray Sir Iohn Pennydub, let it be deferd awhile, I haue as bigge a heart to marry as you can haue; but as the Fortuneteler tolld me. I ax a'th Fortune-teller, would Derecke had beene his fortune seauen yeare agoe, to crosse my loue them: did hee know what case I was in, why this is able to make a man drowne himselfe in's Fathers fish-pond. And then hee told mee more-ouer Sir Iohn, that the breach of it, kept my Father in Purgatorie. In Purgatorie? why let him purge out his heart there, what haue we to do with that? there's Phisitions enow there to cast his water, is that any matter to vs: how can hee hinder our loue, why let him bew changd now hee's dead?—Well, haue I rid poste day and night, to bring you merry newes of my fathers death, and now— Thy Fathers death? is the old Farmer dead? As dead as his Barne doore Moll.