The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 37 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage typicality 0.83 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
Is't possible we should be blinded so and our eyes open Widow will you now believe that false, which to soon you believed true. O to my shame I do. But under favour my Lord my chain was truly lost and strangely found again. Resolve him of that Soldier, In few words Knight then, thou wert the arch-gull of all. God How Sir. Nay i'll prove it: for the chain was but hid in the rosemary bank all this while, and thou got'st him out of prison to Conjure for it who did it admirably fustianly, for indeed what need any others when he knew where it was. O villainy of villainies, but how came my chain there Where's truly la, in deed la, he that will not swear, but lie, he that will not steal, But rob: pure Nicholas Saint Antling's. O Villain one of our society, Deemed always holy, pure, religious, A Puritan? a thief, when was't ever heard? Sooner we'll kill a man than Steal thou know'st, Out slave I'll rend my lien from thy back— with mine own hands. Dear Master, oh. Nay Knight dwell in patience, And now widow being so near the Church, 'twere great pity, nay uncharity to send you home again without a husband, draw nearer you of true worship, state and credit, that should not stand so far off from a widow, and suffer forged shapes to come between you, Not that in these, I blemish the true Title of a Captain, or blot the fair margin of a Scholar; For I honour worthy and deserving parts in the one, and cherish fruitful Virtues in the other. Come Lady, and you Virgin bestow your eyes and your purest affections, upon men of estimation both in Court and City, that hath long wooed you, and both with their hearts and wealth sincerely love you. Good Sister do: Sweet little Frank, these are men of reputation, you shallbe welcome at Court: a great credit for a Citizen sweet Sister. Come her silence does consent to't. I know not with what face, Pah pah why with your own face they desire no other. Pardon me worthy Sirs, I and my daughter have wronged your loves. 'tis easily pardoned Lady, If you vouchsafe it now. With all my soul, And I with all my heart, And I Sir Iohn with soul, heart, lights and all. They are all mine Moll. Now Lady? What honest Spirit but will applaud your choice, And gladly furnish you with hand and voice, A happy change which makes e'en heaven rejoice, Come enter into your joys, you shall not want, For fathers now, I doubt it not believe me, But that you shall have hands enough to give.
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Ist possible wee should be blinded so and our eys open Widdow wil you now beleeue that false, which to soone you beleeued true. O to my shame I doe. But vnder fauour my Lord my chaine was truely lost and straingly found againe. Resolue him of that Souldier, In few words Knight then, thou wert the arch-gull of all. God How Sir. Nay ile proue it: for the chayne was but hid in the rosemary bancke all this while, and thou gotst him out of pryson to Conture for it who did it admirably fustianly, for indeed what neede any others when he knew where it was. O vilainty of vilanies, but how came my chaine there Wheres truly la, in deed la, he that will not sweare, but lie, he that will not steale, But rob: pure Nicholas Saint Antlings. O Villaine one of our society, Deemd alwaies holy, pure, religious, A Puritan? a theefe, when wast euer hard? Sooner wee'll kill a man then Steale thou knowst, Out flane Ile rend my lyon from thy back—with mine owne hands. Deare Maister, oh. Nay Knight dwell in patience, And now widdow being so neere the Church, twer great pitty, nay vncharity to send you home againe without a husband, drawe nerer you of true worship, state and credit, that should not stand so farre of from a widdow, and suffer forged shapes to come betweene you, Not that in these, I blemish the trne Title of a Captaine, or blot the faire margent of a Scholler; For I honnor worthy and deserning parts in the one, and cherrish fruitfull Vertues in the other. Come Lady, and you Virgin bestowe your eys and your purest affections, vpon me of estimation both in Court and Citry, that hath long woed you, and both with there hearts and wealth sincearly loue you. Good Sister doe: Sweet little Franke, these are men of reputation, you shalbe welcome at Court: a great creddit for a Cittizen sweet Sister. Come her scilence doos consent too't. I know not with what face, Pah pah why with your owne face they desire no other. Pardon me worthy Sirs, I and my daughter haue wrongd your loes. Tis easily pardon'd Lady, If you vouch safe it now. With all my soule, And I with all my heart, And I Sir Iohn with soule, heart, lights and all. They are all mine Moll. Now Lady? What honest Spirit but will applaud your choyce, And gladly furnish you with hand and voyce, A happy change which makes een heauen reioyce, Come enter into your loyes, you shall not want, For fathers now, I doubt it not beleeue me, But that you shall haue hands inough to giue.