Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 496 words
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What the last of all your Clients. O how dost thou good cousin. I you have many cousins. Faith I can name many that I do not know, and suppose I did know them what then? I will suffer one to keep me in diet, another in apparel; another in Physic; another to pay my house rent. I am just of the Nature of alchemy; I will suffer every plodding fool to spend money upon me, marry none but some worthy friend to enjoy my more retired and useful faithfulness. Your love, your love. O ay, 'tis the curse that is laid upon our quality, what we glean from others we lavish upon some trothless well-faced younger Brother, that Loves us only for maintenance. Hast a good term Luce? A pox on the Term, and now I think on't, says a gentleman last night let the pox be in the Town seven year, Westminster never breeds Cobwebs, & yet 'tis as catching as the plague, though not also general, there be a thousand bragging lacks in▪ London, that will protest they can wrest comfort from me when (I swear) not one of them know whether my palm be moist or not: In troth I love thee: You promised me seven else of cambric. Wafer knocks and enters, whose's that knocks? What, more Sacks to the mill, I'll to my old retirement. How doth your good worship, Passion of my heart, what shift shall I make. How hath your good wor. done, a long time? Very well God Godamercy. Your good worsh. I think be riding out of town. Yes believe me, I love to be once a week a horseback, for methinks nothing sets a man out, better than a Horse. 'tis certain, nothing sets a woman out better than a man. What, is missed. Luce above? Yes truly. Not any company with her. Company? Shall I say to your good worship and not lie, she hath had no company (let me see how long it was since your Wor. was hear) you wet to a butcher's feast at Cuckolds-haven the next day after Saint Luke's day. Not this fortnight, in good truth. Alas, good soul. And why was it? Go to, go to, I think you know better than I▪ The wench asketh every day when will M. wafer be here: And if Knights ask for her, she cries out at stairhead, As you love my life let 'em not come up, I'll do myself violence if they enter: Have not you promised her somewhat? Faith, I think she loves me. loves: Well, would you knew what I know, than you would say somewhat. In good faith she's very poor, all her gowns are at pawn: she owes me five pound for her diet, besides 40. sh.. I lent her to redeem two half silk Kirtles from the Brokers, And do you think she needed be in debt thus, if she thought not of Somebody.
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What the last of al your Clients. O how dost thou good Cosin. I you haue many Cosins. Faith I can name many that I do not know, and suppose I did know them what then? I will suffer one to keepe me in diet, another in apparrel; another in Phisick; another to pay my house rent. I am just of the Nature of Alcumy; I wil suffer euery plodding foole to spend monie vpon me, marrie none but some worthie friend to inioy my more retir'd and vse-full faithfulnes. Your loue, your loue. O I, tis the curse that is laid vppon our quallitie, what wee gleane from others we lauish vpon some trothlesse welfac'd younger Brother, that Loues vs onely for maintainance. Hast a good earme Luce? A pox on the Tearme, and nw I thinke ot, saies a gentleman last night let the pox be in the Towne seauen yeare, Westminster neuer breeds Cob-webs, & yet tis as catching as the plagu, though not also general, there be a thousand bragging lackes in▪ London, that wil protest they can wrest comfort from me when (I sweare) not one of them know wheather my palme be moiste or not: In troth I loue thee: You promist me seuen Elles of Cambrick. Wafer knocks and enters, Whose that knocks? What, more Sacks to the Myl, Ile to my old retiremēt. How doth your good worship, Passion of my hart, what shift shall I make. How hath your good wor. done, a long time? Very well God mercy. Your good worsh. I thinke be riding out of towne. Yes beleeue me, I loue to be once a weeke a horsebacke, for methinks nothing sets a man out, better than a Horse. Tis certen, nothing sets a woman out better than a man. What, is mist. Luce aboue? Yes truely. Not any company with her. Company? Shall I say to your good worship and not lie, she hath had no company (let me see how long it was since your Wor. was heare) you wt to a Butchers feast at Cuckolds-hauen the next day after Saint Lukes day. Not this fortnight, in good truth. Alasse, good soule. And why was it? Go to, go to, I thinke you know better than I▪ The wench asketh euery day when will M. wafer be heere: And if Knightes aske for her, shee cries out at stayre-hed, As you loue my life let em not come vp, Ile do my selfe vyolence if they enter: Haue not you promist hir somwhat? Faith, I thinke she loues me. Loues: Wel, wud you knew what I know, then you wud say somwhat. In good faith shees very poore, all her gowns are at pawne: she owes me fiue pound for her dyet, besides 40. sh. I lent her to redeem two halfe silke Kirtles from the Brokers, And do you thinke she needed be in debt thus, if shee thought not of Somebody.