The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 34 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Not I neither, I cannot abide to handle a Ghost of all men. 'sblood, let me see, where was I drunk last night, heh— Oh, shall I bid you once again take him away. Why, we're as fearful as you I warrant you— oh— Away villains, bid the Maids make him a caudle presently to settle his brain,— or a Posset of Sack, quickly, quickly. Sir, whatsoe'er you are, I do more than admire you. O ay, if you knew all Master Sheriff, as you shall do, you would say then, that here were two of the rarest men within the walls of Christendom Two of'em, O wonderful: Officers I discharge you, set him free all's in tune. ay and a banquet ready by this time Master Sheriff, to which I most cheerfully invite you, and your late prisoner there? see you this goodly chain sir, mum, no more words, 'twas lost, and is found again; come my inestimable bullies, we'll talk of your noble Acts in sparkling Charnico, and in stead of a jester, we'll ha' the ghost i'th' white sheet sit at upper end a'th' Table. exc'llent merry man i'faith. Well, seeing I am enjoined to love and marry. My foolish vow thus I cashier to Air Which first begot it,— now love play thy part; The scholar reads his lecture in my heart. This is the marriage morning for my mother & my sister. O me Master Edmund we shall ha' rare doings. Nay go Frailty run to the Sexton, you know my mother willbe married at Saint Antling's, hie thee, 'tis past five, bid them open the Church door, my sister is almost ready. What already Master Edmond. Nay go hie thee first run to the Sexton, and run to the clerk and then run to Master Pigman the Parson, and then run to the Milliner, and then run home again. here's run, run, run— But hark Frailty: What more yet? Has the maids remembered to strew the way to the Church. Faugh an hour ago I helped 'em myself. Away, away, away, away then. Away, away, away then I shall have a simple Father in-law, a brave Captain able to beat all our street: Captain Idle, now my Lady Mother willbe fit for a delicate name, my Lady Idle, my Lady Idle, the finest name that can be for a woman, and then the Scholar Master Pie-boord for my sister Francis, that willbe Mistress Francis Pie-boord, Mistress Francis Pie-boord, they'll keep a good table I warrant you, Now all the knights' noses are put out of joint, they may go to a bonesetter's now. Hark, hark oh who comes here with two Torches before 'em, my sweet Captain, and my fine Scholar, oh, how bravely they are shot up in one night, they look like fine Britons now methinks, here's a gallant change i'faith 'slid they have hired men and all by the clock.
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Not I neither, I cannot abide to handle a Ghost of all me. Shloud, let me see, where was I drunke last night, heh— Oh, shall I bid you once agen take him away. Why, we're as fearefull as you I warrant you—oh— Away villaines, bid the Maides make him a Cawdle pesently to settle his braine,—or a Posset of Sack, quickly, quickly. Sir, what so ere you are, I do more then admire you. O I, if you knew all Maister Shiriffe, as you shall doe, you would say then, that here were two of the rarest men within the walls of Christendome Two of'em, O wonderfull: Officers I discharge you, set him free all's in tune. I and a banquet ready by this time Maister Sheriffe, to which I most cheerefully enuite you, and your late prisoner there? see you this goodly chaine sir, mun, no more words, twas lost, a dis found againe; come my inestimable bullies, weele talke of your noble Acts in sparkling Charnico, and in stead of a Iester, weele ha the ghost ith white sheete sit at vpper end a'th Table. Exlent merry man yfaith. Well, seeing I am enioynd to loue and marry. My foolish vow thus I casheere to Ayre Which first begot it,—now loue play thy part; The scholler reades his lecture in my heart. This is the marriage morning for my mother & my sister. O me Maister Edmund we shall ha rare doings. Nay go Frayltie runne to the Sexton, you know my mother wilbe married at Saint Antlings, hie thee, tis past fiue, bid them open the Church dore, my sister is almost ready. What al ready Maister Edmond. Nay go hie thee first run to the Sexton, and runne to the Clarke and then run to Maister Pigman the Parson, and then run to the Millanor, and the run home agen. Heer's run, run, run— But harke Frailty: What more yet? Has the maides remembred to strew the way to the Church. Fagh an houre ago I help 'em my selfe. Away, away, away, away then. Away, away, away then I shall haue a simple Father inlawe, a braue Captaine able to beate all our streete: Captaine Idle, now my Ladie Mother wilbe itted for a delicate name, my Ladie Idle, my Lalie Idle, the finest name that can be for a woman, and then the Scholler Maister Pie-boord for my sister Francis, that wilbe Mistris Francis Pie-bord, Mistris Francis Pie-boord, theill keepe a good table I warrant you, Now all the knights noses are put out of ioynt, they may go to a bone setters now. Harke, harke oh who comes here with two Torches before 'em, my sweete Captaine, and my fine Scholler, oh, how brauely they are shot vp in one night, they looke like fine Brittaines now me thinkes, heres a gallant chaunge ifaith slid they haue hir'd men and all by the clock.