Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
No 'tis a tongue with a great T my boy that wins a widow. Now sir, the case stands thus, good mine Host, if thou lov'st my happiness assist me. Command all my beasts i'th' house. Nay that's not all neither, prithee take truce with thy joy, and listen to me, thou know'st I have a wealthy Uncle i'th' City, somewhat the wealthier by my follies; the report of this fortune well and cunningly carried, might be a means to draw some goodness from the usuring Rascal, for I have put her in hope already of some estate that I have either in land or money: now if I be found true in neither, what may I expect but a sudden breach of our love, utter dissolution of the match, and confusion of my fortunes for ever. Wilt thou but trust the managing of thy business with me? With thee? why will I desire to thrive in my purpose? will I hug four hundred a year? I that know the misery of nothing? will that man wish a rich widow, that has near a hole to put his head in? with thee mine Host, why believe it, sooner with thee then with a covey of Counsellors? Thank you for your good report i'faith sir, and if I stand you not instead, why then let an Host come off Hic & haec hostis, a deadly enemy to Dice, Drink, and Venery; come where's this widow? Hard at Parke-end. I'll be her serving-man for once. Why there we let off together, keep full time, my thoughts were striking then just the same number. I knew't, shall we then see our merry days again? Our merry nights— which near shall be more seen. Nay good Master Lucre, and you Master Hoord, anger is the wind which you're' both too much troubled with all. Shall my adversary thus daily affront me, ripping up the old wound of our malice, which three Summers could not close up, into which wound the very sight of him, drops scalding Lead instead of Balsamum. Why Hoord, Hoord, Hoord, Hoord, Hoord; may I not pass in the state of quietness to mine own house, answer me to that, before witness, and why? I'll refer the cause to honest even-minded Gentlemen, or require the mere indifferences of the Law, to decide this matter, I got the purchase, true; was't not any man's case? yes, will a wiseman stand as a Bawd, whilst another wipes his nose of the bargain, no, I answer no in that case. Nay sweet Master Lucre. Was it the part of a friend: no, rather of a Iew, mark what I say, when I had beaten the bush to the last bird, or as I may term it, the price to a pound, then like a cunning Usurer to come in the evening of the bargain, and glean all my hopes in a minute, to enter as it were at the back-door of the purchase, for thou near camest the right way by it.
seed 43: T40 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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No 'tis a toung with a great T my boye that winnes a widdow. Now ſir, the caſe ſtands thus, good mine Hoſt, if thou lou'ſt my happineſſe aſſiſt me. Command all my beaſts ith houſe. Nay thats not all neither, prethee take truce with thy ioy, and liſten to mee, thou know'ſt I haue a wealthy Vncle i'th Citty, ſome-what the wealthier by my follyes; the report of this fortune well and cunningly carried, might be a meanes to drawe ſome goodneſſe from the Vſuring Raſcall, for I haue put her in hope already of ſome eſtate that I haue eyther in land or money: now if I be found true in neither, what may I expect but a ſuddaine breach of our loue, vtter diſſolution of the match, and confuſion of my fortunes for euer. Wilt thou but truſt the managing of thy buſineſſe with me? With thee? why will I deſire to thriue in my purpoſe? will I hugge foure hundred a yeare? I that know the miſery of nothing? will that man wiſh a riche widdow, that has nere a hole to put his head in? with thee mine Hoſte, why beleeue it, ſooner with thee then with a Couy of Counſellors? Thanke you for your good report yfaith ſir, and if I ſtand you not inſteed, why then let an Hoſte come off Hic & haec hoſtis, a deadly enemie to Dice, Drinke, and Venery; come where's this widdow? Hard at Parke-end. Ile be her Seruing-man for once. Why there wee let off together, keepe full time, my thoughts were ſtriking then iuſt the ſame number. I knew't, ſhall we then ſee our merry dayes agen? Our merry nights—which nere ſhall bee more ſeene. Nay good Maiſter Lucre, and you Maiſter Hoord▪ anger is the winde which you▪re both too much troubled with all. Shall my aduerſary thus dayly afront mee, ripping vp the old wound of our malice, which three Summers could not cloſe vp, into which wound the very ſight of him, drops ſcalding Lead inſteed of Balſamum. Why Hoord, Hoord, Hoord, Hoord, Hoord; may I not paſſe in the ſtate of quietneſſe to mine owne houſe, anſwer mee to that▪ before witneſſe, and why? Ile referre the cauſe to honeſt euen-minded Gentlemen, or require the meere indifferences of the Lawe, to decide this matter, I got the purchaſe, true; was't not any mans caſe? yes, will a wiſe-man ſtand as a Bawd, whilſt another wipes his noſe of the bargaine, no, I anſwer no in that caſe. Nay ſweet Maiſter Lucre. Was it the part of a friend: no, rather of a Iew, marke what I ſay, when I had beaten the buſh to the laſt bird, or as I may terme it, the price to a pound, then like a cunning Vſurer to come in the euening of the bargaine, and gleane all my hopes in a minute, to enter as it were at the back-doore of the purchaſe, for thou nere camſt the right way by it.